tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16806618.post-1128467117189744472005-10-04T16:04:00.000-07:002005-10-04T16:05:17.190-07:00<span style="color:#ff6600;">One night, a few co-workers at the computer data centre where I work stayed late and we all started to get hungry. We decided to order in food by phone, but our </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">boss thought that, since we work withNever talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need computers, it would be more appropriate to order by Internet. After we contacted a fast food chain's web site and spent a long time</span> <br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">The new U.S. Weather Service radar on Camano Island and atmospheric profiler at Sand Point began to pick up a mysterious 20 mile<br />Whenever a man has something to say, you can be sure a woman always has to have her say in the end...<br />He said... Want a quickie?She said... As opposed to what?He said... I don't know why you wear a bra; you've got nothing to put in it.She said... You wear briefs, don't you?He said... Do you love me just because my father left me a fortune?She said... Not at all honey, I would love you no matter who left you the money.He said... This coffee isn't fit for a pig!She said... No problem, I'll get you some that is per hour wind out of the south each night about a month ago, a wind that started about sunset and ended at dawn</span>.Lokontenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14251012237249305000noreply@blogger.com