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	<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 12:31:19 -0700</pubDate>
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		<p><center><font size="3"><font face="garamond"><font color="#EED2EE"> Bobzero is a 58 year old single guy from Euless, Texas, USA.</font></font></font></center><br />
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Spare Parts<br />
We Barge out of the womb with two of them eyes,ears, arms,hands,legs,feet Only one heart.Not a good plan, God should know we need at least a dozen. a baker's dozen of hearts. they break like Easter eggs. hidden in the grass stepped on and smashed My own heart is patched bandaged,taped,barely the same shape it was when it beat fast for you.<br />
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	<pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 15:45:09 -0700</pubDate>
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	<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 23:42:49 -0700</pubDate>
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		<p><center><font size="3"><font color="yellow"><br />If your not laughing at this you might want to check your pulse to see if your still alive.....<br />
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Subject: Subject: Walmart Diagnostic Center<br />
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One<br />
Day, in line at the company cafeteria, Bob says to Mike<br />
behind him,  'My<br />
elbow hurts like the dickens!! I guess I'd better see a<br />
doctor.'<br />
<br />
'Listen, you don't have to spend that kind<br />
of money,' Mike replies.<br />
<br />
'There's a diagnostic<br />
computer down at Wal-Mart .<br />
Just give it a urine sample and the computer will tell you<br />
what's wrong and what to do about it.<br />
<br />
It takes ten<br />
seconds and costs $10 - A lot cheaper than a<br />
doctor.'<br />
<br />
So, Bob deposits a urine sample in a small<br />
jar and takes it to Wal-Mart.<br />
<br />
He deposits $10, and<br />
the computer lights up and asks for the urine sample. He<br />
pours the sample into the slot and<br />
waits.<br />
<br />
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<br />
<br />
10<br />
seconds later, the computer ejects a printout:<br />
'You have<br />
tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and<br />
Epsom salts found on aisle 2. Avoid heavy activity. It will<br />
improve in 2 weeks. Thank you for shopping @<br />
Wal-Mart.'<br />
<br />
That evening, while thinking how amazing<br />
this new technology was, Bob began wondering if the computer<br />
could be fooled.<br />
<br />
He mixed some tap water, a stool<br />
sample from his dog, urine samples from his wife and<br />
daughter, and a sp*rm<br />
sample for good measure.<br />
<br />
Bob hurries back to<br />
Wal-Mart, eager to check the results. H e deposits $10,<br />
pours in his concoction, and awaits the results.<br />
<br />
The<br />
computer prints the following: <br />
<br />
1.<br />
Your tap water is  too hard. Get a water<br />
softener. (Aisle 9)<br />
2. Your dog has ringworm..<br />
Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo. (Aisle 7)<br />
3. Your<br />
daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab.<br />
4. Your<br />
wife is pregnant. Twins. They aren't yours. Get a<br />
lawyer.<br />
5. If you don't stop playing with yourself, your<br />
elbow will never get better!<br />
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Thank<br />
you for shopping @ Wal-Mart</a></font></font></center></p>
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	<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 15:59:57 -0800</pubDate>
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		<p><center><font size="3"><font face="palatino"><font color="#FBB117"> 	<br />
                       <b>Self Portrait</b><br />
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My friend, leave before you fall into my trap<br />
My friend, I'm not what I pretend to be<br />
My friend, I'll only scar you<br />
My friend, you chose the wrong friend to befriend<br />
<br />
My friend, I backstab all who trust me<br />
My friend, I lie to all who speak so fondly of my deeds<br />
My friend, I'll bring nothing more than trouble to your doorstep<br />
My friend, I'll never be there when you call<br />
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My friend, I'm addicted to this way of life<br />
My friend, I only care for things that add to my pathetic ruin<br />
My friend, I don't care for anybody but myself<br />
My friend, I'm what your mother said a devil might turn out to be<br />
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My friend, I'm not proud of all of this<br />
My friend, I'm simply honest and indiscreet<br />
My friend, I'm losing but I'm happy and relaxed<br />
My friend, I think you should stick around for another night and try your luck<br />
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	<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 11:29:23 -0800</pubDate>
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	<pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 22:54:33 -0800</pubDate>
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Eagles beat Cowboys to make playoffs<br />
PA SportsTicker<br />
Published: Monday, December 29, 2008<br />
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  Donovan McNabb threw two touchdown passes and ran for another as the Philadelphia Eagles scored 41 unanswered points to secure the final playoff spot in the NFC and end the Dallas Cowboys' season with a 44-6 victory at Lincoln Financial Field.<br />
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Philadelphia seized control as Dallas eventually unraveled, committing five turnovers, including four fumbles. Two of the fumbles were returned for touchdowns in the third quarter - one for 73 yards by Chris Clemons and a 96-yarder by Joselio Hanson.</font></font></center></p>
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	<pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 11:20:20 -0800</pubDate>
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	<pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 18:24:40 -0700</pubDate>
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	<pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 14:03:05 -0700</pubDate>
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<center><font size="3"><font color="#18e1f8">And That's When the Fight Started<br />
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Category: Marriage<br />
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I heard my wife crying in the bathroom. "Honey? What's wrong" I asked.<br />
<br />
"Oh, Bob! Just look at me: I'm getting so old! I have more gray in my hair than blonde, I have varicose veins on both of my legs, and I'm just fat and wrinkled all over! I really need someone to say something positive about me right now!"<br />
<br />
I looked deeply into her eyes and said softly: "Your vision's real good, honey. That's something, isn't it?"<br />
<br />
And that's when the fight started....<br />
<br />
- - -<br />
<br />
When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive.<br />
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So I took her to a gas station.<br />
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And that's when the fight started....<br />
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- - -<br />
<br />
My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.<br />
<br />
My wife asked, "Do you know her?"<br />
<br />
"Yes," I sighed, "She was my senior year girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since."<br />
<br />
"My God!" says my wife. "Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?"<br />
<br />
And that's when the fight started....<br />
<br />
- - -<br />
<br />
I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?"<br />
<br />
It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation. "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.<br />
<br />
So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?"<br />
<br />
And that's when the fight started....<br />
<br />
- - -<br />
<br />
My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?"<br />
<br />
"No," she answered.<br />
<br />
I then said, "Is that your final answer?"<br />
<br />
She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying "Yes."<br />
<br />
So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."<br />
<br />
And that's when the fight started....<br />
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