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<title>10 things about PMT</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 10:58:59 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>1.Everyone around you has an attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You&amp;#39;re adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You&amp;#39;re using your&amp;nbsp;mobile phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;How&amp;#39;s my driving? Call&amp;nbsp;0 800 ****&amp;quot;**.&amp;#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Everyone&amp;#39;s head looks like an invitation to batting practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You&amp;#39;re convinced there&amp;#39;s a God and he&amp;#39;s male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You&amp;#39;re counting down the days until menopause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You&amp;#39;re sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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<title>Brown Nosing</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 10:53:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>A young executive leaving the office one evening noticed his boss standing in  front of a shredder with a piece of paper in his hand. Seeing a good opportunity  to do some brown-nosing, he asks, &amp;quot;Can I help you with something before I leave,  Sir?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Listen,&amp;quot; said the boss, &amp;quot;this is important and my assistant has already  left the office. Can you make this thing work?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Certainly,&amp;quot; said the young man, certain he was earning some brownie points.  The young executive turned the machine on, inserted the paper, and pressed the  start button. &amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; said the boss, unaware that his paper had disappeared into the  paper shredder. &amp;quot;I need two copies of that.&amp;quot;</description>
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<title>Retro Joke</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 17:25:03 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>It&amp;#39;s the spring of 1957 and Bobby goes to pick up his date. He&amp;#39;s a pretty hip &lt;br /&gt;guy with his own car. When he goes to the front door, the girl&amp;#39;s father answers &lt;br /&gt;and invites him in. &amp;quot;Carrie&amp;#39;s not ready yet. Why don&amp;#39;t you have a seat?,&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&amp;#39;s father asks Bobby what they&amp;#39;re planning to do. Bobby replies politely &lt;br /&gt;that they will probably just go to the soda shop or a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo; Why don&amp;#39;t you two go out and screw? I hear all the kids are doing it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;Naturally, this comes as a quite a surprise to Bobby &amp;mdash; so he asks Carrie&amp;#39;s dad &lt;br /&gt;to repeat himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo; Yeah,&amp;quot; says Carrie&amp;#39;s father&amp;rdquo;,Carrie really likes to screw; she&amp;#39;ll screw all &lt;br /&gt;night if we let her!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, Carrie comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt and &lt;br /&gt;announces that she&amp;#39;s ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Bobby &lt;br /&gt;escorts his date out the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 minutes later, Carrie rushes back into the house, slams the door &lt;br /&gt;behind her, and screams at her father: &amp;#39;&amp;#39;Dad, it&amp;#39;s called the twist!&amp;#39;&amp;#39;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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<title>Dress Down Day!</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 17:06:31 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>Casual Fridays:  Week 1 - Memo No. 1  Effective this week, the company is adopting Fridays as Casual Day. Employees  are free to dress in the casual attire of their choice.  Week 3 - Memo No. 2  Spandex and leather micro-miniskirts are not appropriate attire for Casual  Day. Neither are string ties, rodeo belt buckles or moccasins.   Week 6 - Memo No. 3  Casual Day refers to dress only, not attitude. When planning Friday&amp;#39;s  wardrobe, remember image is a key to our success.   Week 8 - Memo No. 4  A seminar on how to dress for Casual Day will be held at 4 p.m. Friday in the  cafeteria. A fashion show will follow. Attendance is mandatory.   Week 9 - Memo No. 5  As an outgrowth of Friday&amp;#39;s seminar, a 14-member Casual Day Task Force has  been appointed to prepare guidelines for proper casual-day dress.  Week 14 - Memo No. 6  The Casual Day Task Force has now completed a 30-page manual entitled  &amp;quot;Relaxing Dress Without Relaxing Company Standards.&amp;quot; A copy has been distributed  to every employee. Please review the chapter &amp;quot;You Are What You Wear&amp;quot; and consult  the &amp;quot;home casual&amp;quot; versus &amp;quot;business casual&amp;quot; checklist before leaving for work  each Friday. If you have doubts about the appropriateness of an item of  clothing, contact your CDTF representative before 7 a.m. on Friday.  Week 18 - Memo No. 7  Our Employee Assistant Plan (EAP) has now been expanded to provide support for  psychological counseling for employees who may be having difficulty adjusting to  Casual Day.  Week 20 - Memo No. 8  Due to budget cuts in the HR Department we are no longer able to effectively  support or manage Casual Day. Casual Day will be discontinued, effective  immediately.</description>
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<title>Lost Buttons!!</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2008 17:14:25 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>A man lost two buttons from his shirt and put them in his trouser pocket. But &lt;br /&gt;the pocket had a hole, so the buttons fell into his shoe. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the shoe sole also had a hole, so he lost the buttons. Since &lt;br /&gt;pockets with holes, holes without buttons, and shoe soles with holes are &lt;br /&gt;useless, the man ripped the buttonholes out of his shirt and the pocket from his&amp;nbsp;trousers and tossed them in the&amp;nbsp;rubbish along with the soles of his shoes. After looking in a mirror at the holes in his clothing, he decided to toss his clothes &lt;br /&gt;in the&amp;nbsp;rubbish as well. &lt;br /&gt;A policeman observed all this and asked the man for identification. The man produced a document that he was an ordained minister of the gospel. So, of course, the policeman promptly escorted him to a mental institution. &lt;br /&gt;The minister protested violently, asking why he was receiving such unjust treatment. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Look, it&amp;#39;s the best place for you now,&amp;quot; the policeman replied, &amp;quot;Anyone claiming to be a preacher, but who doesn&amp;#39;t save souls or wear holy clothes has probably lost his buttons.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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<title>Plus a Constant</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2008 17:01:19 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>Two mathematicians are in a bar. The first one says to the second that the  average person knows very little about basic mathematics. The second one  disagrees, and claims that most people can cope with a reasonable amount of  math.  The first mathematician goes off to the washroom, and in his absence the  second calls over the waitress. He tells her that in a few minutes, after his  friend has returned, he will call her over and ask her a question. All she has  to do is answer &amp;quot;one third x cubed.&amp;quot;  She repeats &amp;quot;one third -- dex cue&amp;quot;? He repeats &amp;quot;one third x cubed&amp;quot;. She asks, &amp;quot;one thir dex cuebd?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes, that&amp;#39;s right,&amp;quot; he says. So she agrees, and goes off mumbling to herself, &amp;quot;one thir dex cuebd...&amp;quot;.  The first guy returns and the second proposes a bet to prove his point, that  most people do know something about basic math. He says he will ask the blonde  waitress an integral, and the first laughingly agrees. The second man calls over  the waitress and asks &amp;quot;what is the integral of x squared?&amp;rdquo; The waitress says &amp;quot;one third x cubed&amp;quot; and while walking away, turns back and  says over her shoulder &amp;quot;plus a constant!&amp;quot;</description>
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<title>Blonde Painter</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2008 12:26:27 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>A blonde, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do. &amp;quot;Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?&amp;quot; The blonde said, &amp;quot;How about 50 dollars?&amp;quot; The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man&amp;#39;s wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, &amp;quot;Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?&amp;quot; The man replied, &amp;quot;She should. She was standing on the porch.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money. &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re finished already?&amp;quot; he asked. &amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; the blonde answered, &amp;quot;and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats. &amp;quot;Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50. &amp;quot;And by the way,&amp;quot; the blonde added, &amp;quot;that&amp;#39;s not a Porch, it&amp;#39;s a Ferrari.&amp;quot;</description>
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<title>Southern Girl</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 12:47:53 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;Two bored casino dealers are waiting at the crap table. A very attractive Blonde woman from Alabama arrived and bet twenty-thousand dollars ($20,000) on a single roll of the dice. She said, &amp;quot;I hope you don&amp;#39;t mind, but I feel much luckier when I play Topless.&amp;quot; With that, she stripped to the waist; rolled the dice; and yelled, &amp;quot;Come on, Baby, Southern Girl needs new clothes!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up-and-down, and squealed...&amp;quot;YES! YES! I WON! I WON!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hugged each of the dealers. Then she picked up her winnings and her clothes, and quickly departed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dealers stared at each other dumfounded. Finally, one of them asked, &amp;quot;What did she roll?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other ans wered, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know. I thought you were watching.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral --- Not all Southerners are stupid. Not all blondes are dumb. But, all men..... are men.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<title>10 Reasons Computers Must be Male</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 12:42:05 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Top 10 reasons computers must be male: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;10. They have a lot of data but are still clueless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;9. A better model is always just around the corner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;8. They look nice and shiny until you bring them home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;7. It is always necessary to have a backup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;6. They&amp;#39;ll do whatever you say if you push the right buttons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;5. The best part of having either one is the games you can play. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;4. In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;3. The lights are on but nobody&amp;#39;s home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;2. Big power surges knock them out for the night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;1. Size does matter.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<title>Water!!</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 16:43:56 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;A fleeing Taliban, desperate for water, was trudging through the Afghanistan desert when he saw something far off in the distance. Hoping to find water, he hurried towards it, only to find a little old Jewish man at a small stand selling ties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taliban asked, &amp;ldquo;Do you have water?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jewish man replied, &amp;ldquo;I have no water. Would you like to buy a tie? They are only $5.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taliban shouted, &amp;ldquo;Infidel! I do not need an over-priced tie! I need water! I should kill you, but I must find water first!&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;OK, OK&amp;rdquo; said the old Jewish man, &amp;ldquo;It does not matter that you do not want to buy a tie and that you hate me. I will show you that I am bigger than that. If you continue over that hill to the east for about two miles, you will find a lovely restaurant. It has all the ice cold water you need. Shalom.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muttering, the Taliban staggered away over the hill. Several hours later he staggered back, almost dead&amp;hellip; &amp;ldquo;Your f***ing brother won&amp;rsquo;t let me in without a tie!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<title>Rules r Rules?</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 16:24:05 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;Typical macho man married a typical good-looking lady and after the wedding, he laid down the following rules: &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll be home when I want, if I want and at what time I want-and I don&amp;#39;t expect any hassle from you. I expect a great dinner to be on the table unless I tell you that I won&amp;#39;t be home for dinner. I&amp;#39;ll go hunting, fishing, boozing and card-playing when I want with my old buddies and don&amp;#39;t you give me a hard time about it. Those are my rules. Any comments?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new bride said, &amp;quot;No, that&amp;#39;s fine with me. Just understand that there will be sex here at seven o&amp;#39;clock every night... whether you&amp;#39;re here or not.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<title>Sound tracks!</title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 09:28:23 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;I was just listening 2 Viva La Vida and for some reason its become part of the sound track to my life. You know one of those tracks that has some significance at key moments in your existence. Generally the lyrics strike a chord within you. 3 of mine are. 1. Everbody wants to rule the world. Tears For Fears. 2. Its My Life. Talk Talk. Viva La Vida. Coldplay. Do you have a soundtrack to your life changing moments? If so, what are your tracks?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<title>I like this 1!!!</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 10:10:05 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m gonna go down on U and your&amp;#39;e gonna love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But its only gonna be long enough for U to start enjoying it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I&amp;#39;m going 2 come back up again and fuck you big time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yours Sincerely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Petrol Pricesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<title>Dangerous Sports</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 09:02:03 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;p class=&quot;EC_MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;Two Irishmen walk into a pet shop in Dingle. They head to the bird &lt;br /&gt;section and Gerry says to Paddy, &amp;quot;Dat&amp;#39;s dem.&amp;quot; The owner comes over &lt;br /&gt;and asks if he can help them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, we&amp;#39;ll take four of dem dere little budgies in dat cage up &lt;br /&gt;dere,&amp;quot; says Gerry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner puts the budgies in a paper bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy and Gerry pay for the birds, leave the shop and get into Gerry&amp;#39;s &lt;br /&gt;truck to drive to the top of the Connor Pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Connor Pass, Gerry looks down at the 1000&amp;#39; foot drop and says, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Dis looks like a grand place.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes two birds out of the bag, puts them on his shoulders and &lt;br /&gt;jumps off the cliff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy watches as Gerry falls all the way to the bottom, killing &lt;br /&gt;himself stone dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down at the remains of his best pal, Paddy shakes his head and says, &amp;quot;Fook dat. Dis budgie jumping is too fook&amp;#39;n dangerous for me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE&amp;#39;S MORE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment&amp;#39;s later, Seamus arrives up at Connor Pass. He&amp;#39;s been to the pet shop too and walks up to the edge of the cliff carrying another paper bag in one hand and a shotgun in the other. &amp;quot;Hi, Paddy. Watch dis,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seamus says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes a parrot from the bag and throws himself over the edge of the cliff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy watches as half way down, Seamus takes the gun and shoots the &lt;br /&gt;parrot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seamus continues to plummet down and down until he hits the bottom and breaks every bone in his body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy shakes his head and says, &amp;quot;And I&amp;#39;m never trying dat &lt;br /&gt;parrotshooting either!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT OVER YET &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy is just getting over the shock of losing two friends when Sean &lt;br /&gt;Og appears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;#39;s also been to the pet shop and is carrying a paper bag out of &lt;br /&gt;which he pulls a chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Og then hurls himself off the cliff and disappears down and down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until he hits on a rock and breaks his spine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more Paddy shakes his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Fook dat, lads. First dere was Gerry with his budgie jumping, den &lt;br /&gt;Seamus parrotshooting.and now Sean Og and his fook&amp;#39;n hengliding!&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;hello vipers, I havn&amp;#39;t had a proper chance to say halloooooooooo this week . I hope everyone is in rude health and enjoying te weather. For all of those who thought i never do a thing(and for those who don&amp;#39;t give a toss anyway)yes i do. Anyway i&amp;#39;m missing you all and hope I get more time next week. Oh! I have finally converted to Christianity. Anyone who coould rip Max Mosley so viciously(this morning)can have kudos from me. See Ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hugz n Snogs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lee&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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