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|Where can I download Holly Valance's album "State of Mind" for free?|
Don't suggest Limewire or anything along the lines of it, as I can't the tracks individually. Also, I can't find it on any torrent sites either.
If you know a site that actually has a working link, I'd appreciate it very much.
If you don't remember this chick, look her up on Wikipedia or Youtube. Remember the naked blonde Aussie who sang "Kiss Kiss"?
Umm, yeah. Thanks.
If you need more info., lemme know.
|McDonald's. She works there now.|
|I have this old image in my head, and I think that it belongs to a movie?|
There was this naked blonde girl, whose head was covered in bread batter; someone shoved her head in a deep fat fryer, and after a minute or so, she pulls herself free, and runs around the room, moaning, with her head looking like a giant-sized fried hush puppy. Someone tell me that I'm not crazy, and then tell me where I might have seen this....
|...oh, yes!!! You're remembering one of the restaurant scenes, in the riotously gruesome and gory 1987 horror/comedy, "Blood Diner"...|
|Who is Russians, how this country is represented to you?|
Verry most sorry for me badly english
Russian Cheljabentsy, they are so severe that, their urine is stronger"some gasoline therefore, Cheljabentsy ссут in petrol tanks!
Russian blondes, they are so clever and beautiful that, can setting to have time to count hair to last sign "pi"!
Russian Winter, it such snow, snow drops out above hotel "Moscow", and Russian get over in snow yurtas till the summer!
Russian padded jackets, such warm that if to wrap up in it to bank with water, it will begin to boil and there will be a thermonuclear reaction!
Russian heavyweights, they very strong and, it they helped Egyptians to build pyramids moving five hundred ton stones!
Russian guyren so love ice-cream that, can even gnaw it when, ice-cream has not thawn yet!
Russian girls, they are patient, they do not cry when soap gets to an eye, they rub a piece washed directly in an eye and suffer!
Russian cosmonauts, they such brave that, can leave naked in a free space and with to play there in maps not considerably from CCF!
Russian muzhiks, they such hardy that, can lose in "Russian Roulette" to ten times or cartridges will not come to an end yet!
Russian wives, they such powerful that when erase can wash off "to holes" even a bullet-proof vest from кевлара!
Russian husbands, they such heroic that, can shift a diesel locomotive about a rail if the girl has dropped a wedding ring under a train!
Russian boxers, they such dexterous and strong that, blow of Valuev can stop a shell of a ship gun!
|You're so full of yourself that you almost could be an American....|
|Who was Dennis P. Costea, Jr. (and some jokes)?|
He said this: "Life: It is about the gift not the package it comes in."
Who was he? (what was his profession) like a writer, philosopher, doctor, etc.
Thanks! =) Please try to answer!
There were three blondes driving down a hill. Suddenly the girl driving realized that her brakes were gone. They all started screaming and telling themselves they were going to die. Then one girl noticed a sign. She Said, "Oh! Don't worry there's a stop sign down there!"
A preacher goes into a bar and says "Anybody who wants to go to heaven, stand up." Everybody stands up except for a drunk in the corner. The preacher says "My son, don't you want to go to heaven when you die?" The drunk says "When I die? Sure. I thought you were taking a load up now."
Top 30 reasons why it's better to be a woman:
1. We got off the Titanic first.
2. We get to flirt with systems support men who always return our calls, and are nice to us when we blow up our computers.
3. Our boyfriend's clothes make us look elfin & gorgeous. Guys look like complete idiots in ours.
4. We can be groupies. Male groupies are stalkers.
5. We can cry and get off speeding fines.
6. We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central female figure in a computer game.
7. Taxis stop for us.
8. Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance.
9. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.
10. Free drinks, Free dinners, Free movies ... (you get the point).
11. We can hug our friends without wondering if she thinks we're gay.
12. We can hug our friends without wondering if WE'RE gay.
13. New lipstick gives us a whole new lease on life.
14. It's possible to live our whole lives without ever taking a group shower.
15. We don't have to fart to amuse ourselves.
16. If we forget to shave, no one has to know.
17. We can congratulate our team-mate without ever touching her butt.
18. If we have a zit, we know how to conceal it.
19. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.
20. If we're dumb, some people will find it cute.
21. We don't have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in.
22. We have the ability to dress ourselves.
23. We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.
24. If we marry someone 20 years younger, we're aware that we look like an idiot.
25. Our friends won't think we're weird if we ask whether there's spinach in our teeth.
26. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.
27. We'll never regret piercing our ears.
28. We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes.
29. We know which glass was ours by the lipstick mark.
30. We have enough sense to realize that the easiest way to get out of being lost is to ask for directions.
Please try to answer my question above!!! Thanks!!!
|It looks like he is some IT support guy who had one decent quote.|
Top Five Reasons It's Better to be a Man
1. We don't bleed five days a month.
2. We don't bleed five days a month.
3. We don't bleed five days a month.
4. We don't bleed five days a month.
5. We don't bleed five days a month.
Yeah, That's Right
|What was this video game i am thinking of?|
okay i need some help remembering what this game was; it was a ps2 game if i'm correct, i watched my brother play it when i was little. i wanna say it was a sort of a stealth/ action game, the main character had about ear or shoulder length blonde hair and wore a black stealth suit i think. at one point he gets captured in the game and for some reason is tied up naked. he is then set free by some girl and has to run around naked with no weapons on until he gets his equipment back from some guy. i think in the end he kills his father who is also the main villain, any thoughts?
|metal gear solid 2: sons of liberty|
|Hear about the golf nut?|
This guy loved to play golf and hated missing a day on the links. He happened to win a free ocean cruise in a drawing at his country club. Even though he hated the idea of missing golf for 2 weeks, he went on the cruise. The cruise ship sank at sea, but the golfer was able to swim to a deserted island and survived for a year alone on the island. One day while fishing in the surf he saw a beautiful, buxom blonde walking toward him through the surf, wearing a skin tight wet suit.. He thought he was hallucinating. She walked up to him, unzipped a pocket, and said,as she pulled out a cigarette and lighter, "wanna smoke?"He said, "Yeah, I haven't had a smoke in a year."Then she unzipped another pocket and pulled out a flask and said, "Wanna drink?" He said, "Sure, I haven't had a drink in a year."Then she peeled off her wet suit, and stood there totally naked before him & said,"Wanna play around?" And the guy said," Oh my God, don't tell me you also brought along a set of clubs with you!"
|I have no idea who my baby daddy is. What do you think?|
Finding my baby daddy has been quite an adventure. Let me start off by saying that I can be categorized as a free spirited woman not bound the idiocracy of monogamy. Everyday is a fabulous journey and adventure into the world of drug induced confidence. So when I conceived my darling daughter, it came as somewhat of a surprise to say the least. I was exercising my right to have polyamorous relationships at the time which posed the biggest question of all. Who was my baby daddy? Sure, I believe in "once you go black, you never go back", but variety is the spice of life. When I found out the race of my daughter, it surely narrowed the possibilities. Throughout my entire pregnancy, I had had one man fully convinced that he had fathered my guy. I so longed for him to be the father because he was tall, handsome responsible, etc. The only problem was, he was white. Not just any kind of white. He was pale skinned, blue eyed, and blond hair; the works! He put me up in his apartment while he went to work during the day as an accountant. We even set up a nursery. When, my baby came out half black, I told him the color came from my side of the family even though I am also a blonde hair blue eyed individual. For a while he believed me, until her hair started kinking up and her skin began brown more and more. One day when I came home, I found that both my daughter and I had been locked out, for good. I went to my mother's house with a determination to find the baby daddy. There were about 5 other possibilities because she was half black. So, I could immediately rule out the one Asian, and two Hispanic guys. I immediately got to work. I tracked down two guys on facebook. They basically called me out for being slut and really hurt my feelings. I had given up, when one day I got a call from Earl. He said he felt connected to me and he didn't know why. When i revealed the news of his potential daughter, he wept. I couldn't console him over the phone, so I asked that he come over to visit me. I greeted him at the door with only a coat on. When he sat down and cried on the couch, I slowly lowered the coat. My naked body shown to him, one thing led to another....We made passionate love as I wiped away his tears of joy. We did end up getting the DNA test later on that week. He paid for everything and had fully stocked up my daughter on all the necessities. We found out, that he was not the father. The other two possibilities, had pretty much dropped off the face of the earth, so I called the Maury show. Maury would not indulge me because I wasn't trashy-looking enough. The producer told me I was way too good at getting the men to pay for things. I was quite disappointed at this point. Recently, I did get in touch of one of the candidates, but he said he would rather not get involved. So, here I sit with tears streaming down my soft cheeks (facial, not butt). My eyes are red and swollen. I know not the father of my beautiful daughter. I'm thinking that tonight I will go and free myself from the idiocracy of monogamy.
|What are your comments on 'Simple Parody, No Reverence, Of John Keats Writing' morning chuckle poem?|
Parody to follow, but first, the real deal sonnet by John Keats, 1819...
John Keats sonnet.....'On the Sonnet'...
If by dull rhymes our English must be chained,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
Fettered, in spite of painéd loveliness;
Let us find out, if we must be constrained,
Sandals more interwoven and complete
To fit the naked foot of poesy;
Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress
Of every chord, and see what may be gained
By ear industrious, and attention meet;
Misers of sound and syllable, no less
Than Midas of his coinage, let us be
Jealous of dead leaves in the bay-wreath crown;
So, if we may not let the Muse be free,
She will be bound with garlands of her own.
My parody.....'On Rhyme and Money'
If by dull rhyme our fortune's attained,
let us speak, shout, seek, complete with all pain
tomorrow's journey to our bank account.
Ignore that woman chained by wisdom's fount.
Was she not acclaimed in her day and time?
Her eternal beauty bought for a dime
from every passing vendor. How vane!
Her shame, wanting blonde tresses. Brunette's bane!
Forlorn, forsworn, we apply merely base
words, structure, to the poetics of haste.
And, all meaning wanting, we write cheap
nonsensical verse, all rhyming replete.
We of beggars' free verse stand time's testing,
penniless, but with no gods are jesting.
|Regwah is right, you are a genius.|
|What do you think of this short story?|
It's a short story I've written for Higher english (A-level) do you think that it meets the requirements?
She found herself awake on a hard floor with a bowl of water next to her.
He touched her strawberry blonde hair. “It's ok, you slept through it all but there's still more to come.”
“Why... why are you doing this to me?” A tear hit the floor. She tried to lift her head but he grabbed it and slammed it against the hard floor.
The light's went out.
* * *
She felt a faint whisper in her ear.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She whimpered.
“Your mother will remember me.” He sneered.
“I.... I...” He slammed her head against the floor, this time she didn't get knocked out. There was a loud ringing in her ears as she saw the man approach her from the front.
He lifted her up, grabbing her tightly by the wrists. There was a snap and a scream. “My wrist! You bastard!” She screamed, tears constantly falling onto the hard floor.
She looked in his eyes. They had changed colour. They were red. A deep red.
“Who... Who... are you? Please! Tell me who you are! I'm sorry if I hurt you!” She pleaded, begging for mercy.
He dragged her by the hair through to a room filled with tools, stained with the colour of blood.
As soon as she got a glimpse at the tools in that cold, dark, smelly room she started to squirm. She ripped out her hair and bit his hand, she slammed her head back hoping to hit something important to give her some time.
She hit air. Nothing... there was a laugh, almost like a cackle. It echoed through the room and through her thumping sore head. She wept.
He sat her down in a dirty wooden chair covered in stains all different colours. He tied her arms behind the chair and her ankles around the legs of the chair.
“What have I done to you?” She yelled, so loud she cringed at the echo of her own voice.
“Oh. You haven't done anything. Just that selfish, manipulative mother of yours. She took something so dear to me, so... I shall do likewise.”
“Please... I haven't done anything wrong! It's not my fault...” He slapped her. Hard enough to make her nose snap. A little droplet of blood landed on her top lip.
He began to reach for a blood stained sharp edged instrument of pain. She bit him again, this time a bit closer to home. He howled and fell to his knees. There was a loud thump as her head slammed down on his, hard. Almost knocking her unconscious. He slumped onto the floor barely breathing.
She sighed “If you were taller. I wouldn't have been able to do that...” She laughed.
She tried to free her wrists from the tight rope. She squirmed and screamed at the searing pain from her broken wrist.
All the squirming had got her wrists free and she managed to unbind her feet. The ropes fell to the floor. Only then did it dawn on her that she was freezing, her nose running and her body shivering, she was totally naked. She got up from the chair and made a dash for the door.
“And where do you think your going?” He laughed and launched what looked like the head of a sledgehammer at her leg.
There was a loud scream and a louder crack. Her leg fell onto itself and she passed out.
She awoke to find her wrists and ankles tied to four corners of a bed. Looking like a star from a birds-eye point of view. He got up, stood on a chair and looked down on her as if he was some sort of god... or something far more evil.
His eyes now burning red like fire stared into hers and she screamed again and again. He took his big black boot off and threw at her. She got the picture.
“Ah. What a picture. You look just like your mum did on that bed. And then she broke my heart!”
She tried to reply, but too scared to do anything that may cause the man to do something far worse.
He vacated the room and thumped down the stairs. Letting her know where he was going. She was scared when it went all silent. She didn't know where he was and didn't know what would happen to her. Would he just keep her there? Would he rape her, again? How long until she was free?
He came back up the stairs, making as much noise as he did going down the stairs. He knocked on the door “I hope you're decent!” He laughed. An evil sounding laugh.
“Now don't you worry your pretty little head. This isn't going to hurt at all. It's all going to be over swiftly. Any last words?” He smiled, a sign of allowance for her to speak.
“Please... Please!” she begged.
“Is that what you want me to write on this note I'm going to leave at the side of the bed?” He asked, talking to her like she was a guy, sounding like a normal human being for once. She knew what he meant. And she had one last thing to say to her mother.
“Mum, I forgive you. Family, I love you.” She croaked, breathing deeply, breathing in tears that were streaming down her face.
He left the room for the final time. Walked down the stairs for the final time. And came back up the stairs fo
|This is good, but try not to keep using the same word, eg slammed. Find a synonym instead. Occasionally you used familiar English as well, such as "all different colours" - it might sound better if you just called it a dirty, stained chair.|
By the end of the story I found a few questions left unanswered, such as what had mother done to send the man crazy? Was he a serial killer with a torture chamber?
A few tweaks and this will be excellent.
|Thailand-I was a missionary there for a while. Any bad or good experiences to share?|
My worst was monkey ball soup and rat rolled up with hot peppers in a large green leaf for my 18th birthday party.
My best experience was holy communion at the refugee camp with baked bread and the drink was bottled for the missionaries for health concerns. All of their water at the time had parasites floating in it that you could see. They were having a fresh water supply being installed by missionaries with a small baby. There was also a leprosy camp where they make quilts to support themselves. The quilts were amazing. The leprosy had to be the worst physical problem that I have ever seen. The experience changed my life. I was only 18 years old.
I played with two toddlers that were naked and only had a brick as a toy. I talked in Thai to a very elderly woman who cooked in a wok on a sidewalk to provide for her food and shelter day by day. When I walked away after receiving a hug and a kiss, she was beaming with a sweet smile. Living in the inner city in Houston, TX later was almost the same. On the weekend, especially Friday nights---I could see from the upper floor windows open pit cooking of some kind of animal that I never was sure what it was. You always kept your pet with you or they would eat it. Survival with illegal aliens everywhere with 25 people in one small house is almost like a refugee camp when you see how they live for three years. I lived thru both, and learned survival. I had to learn martial arts as a young fair skinned blonde -the only one around-living alone for awhile. I am just a preacher's guy from Mississippi and Memphis that was startled to see the real world of survival.
Any experiences out there?
What food have you seen people eat to survive?
What have you eaten?
I have eaten a lot of pineapple and cooked rice(not cooked maggots!).
One night in the emergency room in the largest charity hospital in Houston,TX with hundreds of illegal aliens where the man next to me had a broken arm where his bone at the elbow to his wrist was sticking straight up out of his flesh---where he waited over 7 hours for his turn. Then, I was after him. The layers of filth on his skin where innumerable. I am not preaching about illegal aliens, I am just sharing what I lived for three years here in the USA. It was like the twilight zone. I sure am thankful now for health insurance. I was without for a short period after COBRA after a divorce. I am sure there are many experiences for women especially out there with health insurance problems after COBRA runs out. And COBRA isn't free, you still have premiums. However, no insurance opened up a world to me of what people do just to survive bad health issues and especially pregnancy...
Please share your experiences!.........
|Is this your life story your writing here? What does COBRA has to do with Thailand. How about cooked rice and illegal aliens in Houston, TX. This sounds more like a women issue then something for a Thai travel category. I think you may have too much free time on your hands. But this is a sad story I think I am about to cry. Excuse me.|