<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33323170</id><updated>2012-02-21T14:03:03.375+03:00</updated><category term='Police'/><category term='forest'/><category term='Miracle'/><category term='rabbits'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>Memorable Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'>A source of Good humor, Jokes, Funny pictures and giggles and through laughter we can lead the world to health, happiness, and peace.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vichekesho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33323170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vichekesho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33323170/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Charles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>922</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33323170.post-9127478857598509618</id><published>2012-02-21T14:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T14:03:03.384+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }   A:link { so-language: zxx }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Man : Habari ya nyina wa Kamau&lt;br /&gt;Woman : *sneers* Mzuri. Wapi Maua?&lt;br /&gt;Man : Ati maua?&lt;br /&gt;Woman : *Slap* Kwani nimesema OMO?&lt;br /&gt;Man : Sasa ni nini nyina wa Kamau?&lt;br /&gt;... Woman : Nimekuuliza wapi maua!&lt;br /&gt;Man : Eeee ... Nimesahau.&lt;br /&gt;Woman : *Slap* Wapi? Hapa nje! *Slap* Umesahau&lt;br /&gt;wapi?&lt;br /&gt;Man : Wuuui. Sasa ni nini? Si maua nitaleta siku nyingine?&lt;br /&gt;Woman : Kesho? *Slap* Leo unajua ni siku gani?&lt;br /&gt;Man : Woooi! Falentine! Falentine!&lt;br /&gt;Woman : Na maua iko wapi?&lt;br /&gt;Man : Eeeee.... Sikupata saa ya kwenda kununua&lt;br /&gt;Woman : *Slap* Kwani ulikuwa unaenda kuchukua&lt;br /&gt;Kismayu? Eh?&lt;br /&gt;Man : Sasa ni nini nyina wa kamau. Si nilikua na kazi&lt;br /&gt;mingi...&lt;br /&gt;Woman : *Slap* Hata malaya hukuwa na free time!&lt;br /&gt;Kwani hii kazi kambuni yako wanafanya wanafanyianga&lt;br /&gt;kwa mgongo yako ati ukiinuka kazi itamwagika?&lt;br /&gt;Man : Sio hivyo.&lt;br /&gt;Woman : Na maua iko wapi?&lt;br /&gt;Man : Sasa haki nyina wa Kamau unataka nifanye nini?&lt;br /&gt;Woman : Mimi nataka maua sijui kama utapanda&lt;br /&gt;ukojolee mpaka imee. Nataka maua. Iko wapi maua&lt;br /&gt;yangu?&lt;br /&gt;Man : Ngai, sasa na ni saa tano ya usiku nitatoa wapi?&lt;br /&gt;Woman : *Slap* Unaniuliza mimi? Ushawahi niona&lt;br /&gt;nikiuza maua, eh? *Slap* Toka ulete maua! Jinga wewe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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In the States, we only eat what's inside. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle, rebake them ...into croissants and sell them to Kenya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Kenyan: Oh Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;American: Do ya eat jam with the bread?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Kenyan: Of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;American (chuckling and crackling his gum between his teeth): We don't. In the States we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, put all the peels, seeds and left overs into containers, recycle them into jam and sell it to Kenya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Kenyan: Do you have sex in America?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;American: Of course we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Kenyan: And what do you do with the condoms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;American: Throw them away of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Kenyan: We don't. We pack them into containers, recycle them, melt them down into chewing gum and sell it to America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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Never again try to bust a dr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI:&lt;/strong&gt; hello, shiko i think my husband is cheating on me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO:&lt;/strong&gt; why do u think so? whats his name and what does he do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI:&lt;/strong&gt; his name is Ombewa, he is a pharmacist at umoja and i found sweet messages in his phone from a lady called beatrice&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO:&lt;/strong&gt; ok lets find out if hes really cheating on u *ring ring….ri ng…ring*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;OMBEWA: hallo.. .the digits being displayed on my android 2960 as  incoming are foreign to my records, which assembly of co-joined  alphabetical letters shall i embed to the person seeking my audience via  the cellular?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO&lt;/strong&gt;: hello mr. ombewa, my name is sharon from the safaricom shinda na milli promotions and i woud lo….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: pardon my interjection but substitute the  prefix Mr. with “Dr.” b4 uttering my name as this will avoid confusion  with other ombewa’s and appreciate the years i sacrificed in attaining  that status. it is of paramount importance that i percieve this  conversation to be channelled only in my direction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO:&lt;/strong&gt; ok dr. ombewa, im sharon from safaricom  shinda na amilli and im pleased to inform u that u have won a vacation  for two this weekend at mombasa..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: finally safaricom has recognised the  reasoning behind their hug profit margins steming from the bulk calls i  instigate for both local and international. i accord ur gesture with  hospitality. .. SHIKO: ok so i would like the name and details of the  person u will be taking to the trip OMBEWA: where they seek her name,  just scribble the words “Dr. ombewa’s companion”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO:&lt;/strong&gt; sorry sir, but we actually need a name&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: Beatrice njeri&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO&lt;/strong&gt;: ok, thank u sir… i want u to talk to the show  promoter so that she can give u the details for ur trip to coast *shiko  connects akinyi*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI&lt;/strong&gt;: ombewa wewe…huyooo beatrcice kwisakuwa nani?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: ur promoters vocal cords transmit sound in the replicas of my wifes tone. thats astounding&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;SHIKO: ombewa naitwa shiko, from classic 105..hii ni busted..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: u alerted me that u r sharon from safaricom,  now shiko from classic 105. subjecting my experience in the field of  pharmacetuals and doctorate to practice i can deduce that u are  suffering from multi-personality dis- order. i can prescribe u some  recomendable medications for ur ailments AKINYI:wewe ombewa kwisa-acha  kutangatanga na maneno, ni mimi bibi yako akinyi ambayo wewe naangalia  wasichana wengine nyuma yake&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: akinyi, nyar-loka.. yawaa u achieved a job at safaricom as the promoter?..with ur education tht is remarkable&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI&lt;/strong&gt;: propaganda hawesi kusaidia sai, ambia mimi beatrcice kwisakuwa nani?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: akinyi yawaaa, beatrice is just patient i  treated and this un-expecte d trip to mombasa was just an avenue to  assist in her recuparation via therapy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI:&lt;/strong&gt; hawesi danganya mimi kama mtoto, Unataka ata mimi nihanye sasa. si ni cha hivyo. si ni tit for tat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: yawaaa nyaber do not retaliate in that manner. i detar u to expose that which is matrimonially exclusive to my corneas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI&lt;/strong&gt;: ata mimi apana taka wewe sasa….en da na hiyo ndogo ndogo yako na hapana rudi kwa nyumba yangu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: u cannot decree a personna non grata upon me  as regards to my dwelling. i am the one who remunerates the landlord on  a monthly basis&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO&lt;/strong&gt;: si uambie bibi yako beatrcice ni nani?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: first and foremost shiko this conversation  is recorded on my state of the arts phone. my lawyer will comb the  dialogue and sue u for impersonating a safaricom agent and causing me  emotional discomfort by instigating deception upon my intellect that i  have won trip to mombasa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI&lt;/strong&gt;: ambia hiyo loya’ yako aanze kutengenezea  wewe karatasi ya divos. mimi akuna mahali napelekana na wewe. wewe naesa  letea mimi hayaki&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO&lt;/strong&gt;: ombewa dont u think that u shuld apologise to ur wife&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: cease this dialogue b4 i enforce another  suit against u for diminishing the voltage in my android via this  misplaced conversation&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI&lt;/strong&gt;: yaani wewe bado narusa vitisho na wewe kwisasikwa na suruali chini?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: akinyi depart from my dwelling. you ignite  cerebral discomfort everytime u spark arguments with my intellect.  profits has eluded my pharmacetual business from the fact that i divert  most of the medications to treat the never ending head-aches u inflict  on me. i used to think that u were my missing rib that i finnaly found  only to realise in the end that i ended up with OKIYA OMUTATA’S missing  fibula. please go… go and locate your tibia .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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Dislike.Utadoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;coments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*mwai kibaki&amp;gt;KUBAFU!!!!!!kwanza naaaani alikupa ruhusa uandike kwa woro yagu?siuadike kwa woro ya ICC.MUJINGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Lucy kibaki&amp;gt;yaani @kibaki unaongeza friendz kwa fb yetu bira kuniabia,he!niukuona huaini!!Na wewe ocampo,ni kazi umekosa nkt.Kuja ukue scare crow kwa chaba yangu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*kalonzo musyoka&amp;gt;Tihihihi@lucy,haki umenimaliza,tihihihi.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Lucy KIBAKI&amp;gt;Whats funny?Unaona shashir hapa?kwanza niabie chenye uliabia ranabaga juu ya kibaki ama nikubrok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Mwai Kibabi&amp;gt;Nooooo!hapanaaa@lucy,wacha kwanza afanye hiyo mambo ya deferal,harafu dio udiro naye porepore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*joshua Arap sang&amp;gt;@kibaki waeza nisave doo kiasi? jo ni kubaya man.Huyu ocampo hanitakii mazuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Raila Odinga&amp;gt;Luolest@LUCY umenimada!roor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Mike "Gwan Ting" $onko&amp;gt;mathee(lucy) watajuaje we ndo first lady,,,hebu wachapie bwo bwo! Wagan mzito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Lucy Kibaki&amp;gt;@mbuvi unaniita madhee mimi mama yako?? Mschewww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Mike "gwan Ting" $onko&amp;gt; tuliza shonde madame,mi nakupiga jeki tu,mbona waniparamba hivo?jipe shughli tsatsa,nkt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*kalonzo Musyoka&amp;gt;tihihihihihi aki $onko unanimada tihihi lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Raila Odinga&amp;gt; heheheh am unjoying the unfolding drama,kibaki amesahau bibi ananyeshewa huku *seeps pepsi* Sonko mpe zake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*PLO Lumumba&amp;gt; never under estimate the idiocy under the downfold of stupidy,you will end with a certificate that will doom your resume into a worthless peace of paper,fools #smh#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Mike "Gwan Ting" Sonko&amp;gt; hehe PLO umenimada debroz hebu wachapia hawa washenzi,ata najua Kalucy hakajagitch any,kali hiyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Bifwoli Wokoli&amp;gt; PLO khandi sasa hiyo ni kisungu ama kicherumani vane?selfless itiot!@ Lucy Omulami pole pole omwana wefwe,wewe ni wetu hawa wasikutisheko khandi,lala vsuri mama #SMH# &amp;lt;-----(ameweka tu the initials hata hajui maana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Lucy Kibaki&amp;gt;PLO i will sue you to the standard you son of a mbitch,,,,,,,shameless man,by the way enda kura,umekoda sana,nktscare crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Francis Atwoli-washenzi,washenzi,washenzi!!PLO unafanya nini huku jobless corner,al block all of you except Bifwoli,Lucy naanza na wewe nkt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Bifwoli Wokoli&amp;gt;WTF!-&amp;gt;(not knowing the meaning)-atwoli ata leo ntalala vsuri,barikiwe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Mike "Gwan Ting" Sonko&amp;gt; Bifwoli we ni Cartoon Mtinguyez,ulijoin facebook lini fala wangu,kuja inbox nikuchanue haha,haiya tuende inbox(1) nktubukusu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Raila Odinga*&amp;gt; Lucy stop poking me,kama Sonko amekulemea usiniletee kisrani,am out my beautiful Idda is waiting in bed *ror!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-(Idda Odinga and Wokoli bifwoli like this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Jimmy Gathungu Uhuru kenyatta&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Nijeyez ubakoo,,umeskia maujinga za Ekaterina 2kiwa icc..ujinga moja ni kutamka jina Maina Jenga,,eti MAIN AGENDA.. lol, lmfao, enyway ni accent ya walami bt am xua ntatoboa hii noma ya hague~(Eketerina Trendafilova and Moureno Ocampo like this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Lucy Kibaki&amp;gt;nyi edereeni tu,kukiederea hivi naona manyunyu ya Ocampo na mkizidi kutakuwa na mvua ya Trendafilova,may you rot in jair you sons of mbitches,period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Kalonzo Musyoka&amp;gt;tihihihihi @lucy hebu washow tihihihi :p(Charity Ngilu likes this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;BIfwOli Wokoli&amp;gt;ohhh my firinjess!!!ofwana imbwa.Msondo! #smh# &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33323170-4646853127003077347?l=vichekesho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vichekesho.blogspot.com/feeds/4646853127003077347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33323170&amp;postID=4646853127003077347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33323170/posts/default/4646853127003077347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33323170/posts/default/4646853127003077347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vichekesho.blogspot.com/2012/01/ocampo-nairobi-styro.html' title='Ocampo Nairobi Styro'/><author><name>Charles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33323170.post-5737106136710361816</id><published>2012-01-04T13:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:09:18.038+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Only in Nigeria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  A family in Nigeria was puzzled when the coffin of their dead mother arrived from the USA, sent by their sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The tiny corpse was so tightly squeezed inside the coffin that their mother's face was practically touching the glass cover. When they opened the coffin, they found a letter from their sister pinned to their mother's chest, which read:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dearest brodas and sistos, I am sending you our moda's remains for burial de in Lagos. Sorry I couldn't come along as tha expenses were so high. You will find inside de coffin, unda mama's body, 12 cans of Libby's corned beef and 12 cans of Luncheon Meat. Just share it among yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Mama's head for Tunde's sons. Mama is wearing six Ralph Lauren T-shirts one is for Omo Roy and de rest are my nephews. Mama is also wearing one dozen Wonder Bra (your favorite) just divide it among yourselves. The 2 dozen Victoria's Secret panties dat Mama is wearing should be distributed among my nieces and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath mama's body is 20 kgs of cocaine in sachets, which is worth 120 million Naira. This should take care of all of you and the unborn babies in your bodies. Don't bury her with all this fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama is also wearing eight Docker pants - Ikeje, please get one for yourself and the rest are for the boys. The Swiss watch you asked for is on Mama's left wrist, please get it. Aunty Ifoma, mama is wearing what you asked for ie earrings, ring and necklace - please just get dem. Also, the six pairs of Chanel stockings that mama is wearing must be&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;divided among the teen-age girls de I hope they like the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours loving sisto,&lt;br /&gt;Nene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: plse take care of finding a dress for her burial since all I had dressed her in were your presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afro cinema continues shortly,,,,,,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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It was a normal Saturday afternoon. I was on the second floor balcony of that my house in Karen, not the one in Lavington sip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : Is that where you broke your arm,the balcony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oludhe : No! no ... I was sipping that my scotch whisky slowly... you know my son recently came from the UK and he brought me some blue label. Anyway... as I continued sipping, I realised that the sun's rays were not getting directly to me, as the satellite dish was blocking them. Before I could instruct the domestic engineer to automatically turn away the dish, my butler James came up the balcony and informed me that there was this call on my social cellular phone . I reminded him to always bring the cellular up instead of calling me. As I hurried down the marble escalator ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : I guess that is when you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oludhe : No, as I was going down I noticed the garage door was open and a car alarm was on. I stopped to check and indeed the new model Prado was missing. I knew Mama Akinyi my beautiful second wife had taken it. Akinyi is our second daughter, now in Boston USA and is named after my late grand mother, who passed away in 1972 after a sort illness. I have always warned Mama Akinyi never to use the 4 by 4 on weekends, because of the recent spate of car-jackings. I always advise her to either use the Mercedes 230E or the BMW 325I which are not very attractive for thugs. That reminds me, I will have to tell my secretary to call 'car-track ' first thing on Monday – Yawa! I need to update my mobility inventory with them.So as I was saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : (With some laughter) Yes Mr Oluthe, car theft incidences are rising and it is becoming a dangerous place. But how did you break your arm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oludhe : Yes I was coming to that. On my way to pick the cell tel I heard a hissing sound. I stopped to check where it was coming from. Ahh, it was from the bathroom.. Mama Akinyi, for some reason, had left the Jacuzzi on. Luckily the temp and speed were at the minimum. I usually recommend such speed and temp so that we do not overload the UPS support system , especially when our son's home theatre system is on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : Mr Olu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oludhe : Just wait... So I when I picked up the phone, I said Hello, Hello...Hello, but nothing. I became upset because I think the caller from state house had disconnected, I cant understand why he didn't leave a message after the beep.All my un-answered calls including the car mobiles are automatically redirected to a CAMS system. Doc, a CAMS is a 'Central Answering Machine System '. Anyway, on my way back I did not notice the protruding wire from the satellite dish. I had on many occasions told MultiChoice to send in a qualified techni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : ...is that where you tripped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oludhe : No, as I was avoiding the wire, I tripped on the Multichoice 250 channel decoder and fell on the 200 year old classical family piano..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : Thank you. Such an expensive trip will cost you only 850.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oludhe: hands over the money excitedly...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : Not Kenya shillings, Dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oludhe : Aii....yawa.....then I shall write you a cheque drawn from my&lt;br /&gt;overseas account with Fast Boston Bank Massachussets....you can not go&lt;br /&gt;wrong on that one omera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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Please begin using this   job-code list immediately and let us know about any difficulties you   encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Accounting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached: Extended Job-Code List&lt;br /&gt;Code and Explanation&lt;br /&gt;5316 Useless Meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5317 Obstructing Communications at Meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5318 Trying to Sound Knowledgeable While in Meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5319 Waiting for Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5320 Waiting for Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5321 Waiting for End of Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5322 Vicious Verbal Attacks Directed at Coworker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5323 Vicious Verbal Attacks Directed at Coworker While Coworker is Not Present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5393 Covering for Incompetence of Coworker Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5400 Trying to Explain Concept to Coworker Who is Not Interested in Learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5401 Trying to Explain Concept to Coworker Who is Stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5402 Trying to Explain Concept to Coworker Who Hates You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5481 Buying Snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5482 Eating Snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5500 Filling Out Timesheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5501 Inventing Timesheet Entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5502 Waiting for Something to Happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5503 Scratching Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5504 Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5510 Feeling Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5511 Feeling Horny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5600 Complaining About Lousy Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5601 Complaining About Low Pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5602 Complaining About Long Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5603 Complaining About Coworker (See Codes #5322 &amp;amp; #5323)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5604 Complaining About Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5605 Complaining About Personal Problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5640 Miscellaneous Unproductive Complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5701 Not Actually Present At Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5702 Suffering From Eight-Hour Flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6102 Ordering Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6103 Waiting for Food Delivery to Arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6104 Taking It Easy While Digesting Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6200 Using Company Resources for Personal Profit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6201 Stealing Company Goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6202 Making Excuses After Accidentally Destroying Company Goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6203 Using Company Phone to Make Long-Distance Personal Calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6204 Using Company Phone to Make Long-Distance Personal Calls to Sell Stolen Company Goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6205 Hiding from Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6206 Gossip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6207 Planning a Social Event (e.g. vacation, wedding, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6210 Feeling Sorry For Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6211 Updating Resume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6212 Faxing Resume to Another Employer/Headhunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6213 Out of Office on Interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6221 Pretending to Work While Boss Is Watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6222 Pretending to Enjoy Your Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6223 Pretending You Like Coworker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6224 Pretending You Like Important People When in Reality They are Jerks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6238 Miscellaneous Unproductive Fantasizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6350 Playing Pranks on the New Guy/Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6601 Running your own Business on Company Time (See Code #6603)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6602 Complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6603 Writing a Book on Company Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6611 Staring Into Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6612 Staring At Computer Screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6615 Transcendental Meditation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7281 Extended Visit to the Bathroom (at least 10 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7400 Talking With Divorce Lawyer on Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7401 Talking With Plumber on Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7402 Talking With Dentist on Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7403 Talking With Doctor on Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7404 Talking With Masseuse on Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7405 Talking With House Painter on Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7406 Talking With Personal Therapist on Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7419 Talking With Miscellaneous Paid Professional on Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7425 Talking With Mistress/Boy-Toy on Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7931 Asking Coworker to Aid You in an Illicit Activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8000 Recreational Drug Use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8001 Non-recreational Drug Use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8002 Liquid Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8100 Reading e-mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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Smile, and go back for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 3) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 4) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 5) Hold the doors open and say your waiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, &amp;amp;quotHi Greg. How's your day been?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 6) Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, &amp;amp; quot That's mine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 7) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 8) Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an apointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 9) Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 10) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 11) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 12) Ask, &amp;amp; quot Did you feel that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 13) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 14) When the doors close, announce to the others, &amp;amp;quotIt's okay, don't panic, they open again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 15) Swat at flies that don't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 16) Tell people that you can see their aura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 17) Call out, &amp;amp; quot Group Hug!&amp;amp; quot and then enforce it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 18) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, &amp;amp; quot Shut up, all of you, just shut up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 19) Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, &amp;amp; quot Got enough air in there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 20) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 21) Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, &amp;amp; quot Your one of THEM!" and back away slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 22) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 23) Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 24) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 25) Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce, &amp;amp; quot I have new socks on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 26) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passnegers, &amp;amp; quot This is MY personal space" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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Chapati dunga - this is where a chapati is rolled and pierced with a fork &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 2.Chapati dondosa - this is where a chapati is served whole and served while floating on thick soup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 3. Chapati msalaba - this is where a chapati is sliced into four equal quarters. The cuttings resemble a cross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 4. Chapati kifagio- this is where a chapati is sliced into thin many vertical strips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 5. Chapati chafua- this is where a chapati is sliced into many piecesas possible. Usually they are sliced into squares that are approximately 3.5 centimeteres squared (do the math) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 6. Chapati mbao/ chapati mawe - this is a dry chapati, those that break easily like a piece of wood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 7. Ugali saucer/ wembe/discount- that one i know you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 8. Ugali mlima- this is an enourmous chunk of ugali served only to professionals and is usually served with a warning. "ukikosa kuimaliza, utaongeza kumi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 9. Tumbukiza - this is where meat is overboiled until the meat is very soft. Usually served without salt. Tumbukiza special has no bones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 10. Kahawa kifo- so you have done kahawa chungu! This is worse. It usually contains lots of "kahawa no 1" and is overboiled till its black. its then served without sugar. Its literally burnt coffee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 11. Kaa ndani- this is where a mandazi is made an incision at the sideand a delicacy inserted inside of it. So kaa ndani ya sausage is a mandazi with a sausage in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 12. Jembe ya meno- toothpick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 13. Samaki cassette- this is fish which has bones in it. Its served whole whereby a person starts eating it on one side( side A ). Once done, its then turned to the other side (side B). A successful completed eating mission is certified once the only thing left on the plate are intact bones of the fish and the head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 14. Karara- chapati nusu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 15. Combat- Githeri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 16. Mix/ missile / kadhalika- this is mchanganyiko of everything on the soup menu. Involves madondo, sukuma, nyama, ndengu etc. Na inasemwa na style, so dont go ati nipatie missile 20!It goes like "haya, hebu nibonde na chapo mix ya kau fourty, na ikuje chapchap kabla niachwe na ndege. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 17. Teargas- pilipili &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 18. C.N.N...Chapati Nne Ndengu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 19. U.S.A...Ugali Sukuma Avocado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 20. Chapati Marashi….Where chapo is passed over beef stew ndio inuke kamanyama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 21. Githeri Migingo...This is githeri that has just 1 potato at the middle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 22. The award winning combination from K.M (Kariokor ya K.U) .... '1.5 stage yote' - that is one &amp;amp; a half chapatis, plus every form of stew made that day...ndengu, mboco,sukuma,cabbage,nyama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; piece tatu, soup etc etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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width: 192px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9nqAKhXHcU/Svk76GZiV-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/IAQ6IAou5xA/s400/tara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402415097343793122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Blues for Carol --&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Say baby, can I be your slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I’ve got to admit girl, you’re the shit girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And I’m diggin’ you like a grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin post, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sister to the distant, yet risin’ star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Is your name Yimmy-Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Oh hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ooo, is that a smile me put on your face child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Hound legs that’ll spank Jehovah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Shit, who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It’s not important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;But they call me brother to the Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I’m the blues in your left thigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tryin to become the funk in your right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I’ll be whoever you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;But right now, I’m the sight raped hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Blindly pursuing you as my prey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And get you to dance to my rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Come on slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Fuck yo’ man, I ain’t worried about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It’s you who I wanna step to my scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cause rather than deal with the fallacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Of this dry ass reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Well they all call me brother to the Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And right now, I’m the blues in your left thigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Trying to become the funk in your right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Is that alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;IN PRISON ... you spend the majority of your time in an 8x10 cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; AT WORK ... you spend the majority of your time in one 6x8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; IN PRISON ... you get three meals a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; AT WORK ... you only get a break for one meal and you have to pay for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; IN PRISON ... you get time off for good behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; AT WORK ... you get rewarded for good behavior with more work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; IN PRISON ... the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; AT WORK ... you carry around a security card and open all the doors yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; IN PRISON ... you can watch TV and play games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; AT WORK ... you get fired for watching TV and playing games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; IN PRISON ... you get your own toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; AT WORK ... you have to share with some idiot who pees on the seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; IN PRISON ... they allow your family and friends to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; AT WORK ... you can't even speak to your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; IN PRISON ... you must deal with sadistic wardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; AT WORK ... they are called managers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; IN PRISON ... all expenses are paid by taxpayers; no work is required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; AT WORK ... you get to pay all the expenses to go to work, and then they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; 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As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you’re even around at the holidays (hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we’re stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; However, lately I’ve been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 1. Phone calls and text messages: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation after 2 a.m. can have much substance or necessity. Why would you make me call my ex’s? Especially when I know, for a fact, they DO NOT want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal. But, why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce along with a big Italian meatball and some stale chips (washed down with wine &amp;amp; topped off with a Kit Kat AFTER a few cheese curls &amp;amp; chili cheese fries)? I’m an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 3. Clumsiness: Unless you’re subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer this issue home by causing me to fall down. It’s completely unnecessary, and the black &amp;amp; blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop! This is getting ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening’s debauchery may be in order. But, the 3 p.m. hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products, aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out (face down on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn or wherever), the hangover should be minimal and in no way interfere with my daily activities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now and would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You’ve been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter and the needed companion when I just don’t know what to do with the extra money in my pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances above and address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Friday 3 p.m. (pre happy hour) on your possible solutions. And hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Your Biggest Fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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The doctor's car was towed from Jackson's home Thursday and impounded, authorities said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car may contain "medications pertinent to the investigation" into Jackson's death, said detective Agustin Villanueva of Los Angeles Police Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police did not release the doctors name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities said Friday the cause of Michael Jackson's death will not be determined officially for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The superstar's sudden death Thursday at age 50 left a family devastated, an industry stunned and legions of fans lost. It also left a glaring question: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The likelihood is very slim that we will have any results to release today because of the extensive level of the tests that we're going to be performing," said Ed Winter, assistant chief of the Los Angeles coroners office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of toxicology tests are expected in six to eight weeks, he said, adding that the cause of death will be determined when all results come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial autopsy results could show whether Jackson had an underlying heart condition, medical experts say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are questions over whether Jackson's death may have involved medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Oxman, a former attorney for the Jackson family who was with the family in the hospital emergency room on Thursday, told CNN he had been concerned about medications the pop star was taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I talked to this family about it, I warned them. I said that Michael is overmedicating and that I did not want to see this kind of a case develop," Oxman told CNN's "American Morning" on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He referred to Anna Nicole Smith, the former model and reality TV show star who died of an overdose in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said, 'If that's what's going to happen to Michael, it's all going to break our hearts.' And my worst fears are here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxman emphasized that he does not know what killed Jackson, and was not making accusations against any individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson was in apparent cardiac arrest when paramedics rushed him Thursday from his home to Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center, where a team of physicians tried to resuscitate him for more than an hour, according to Jackson's brother Jermaine. He said the music idol was pronounced dead at 2:26 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before he had complained of not feeling well, brother Marlon Jackson said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told CNN on Thursday about his conversation with Jackson's manager Frank Dileo. On Wednesday night, Jackson said he was not feeling well, so his doctor went to see him. "Frank said, 'Marlon, from last night to this morning, I don't know what happened.' When they got to him this morning, he wasn't breathing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The troubled icon had been preparing for a comeback tour, aimed at extending his legendary career and helping to pay off hundreds of millions of dollars in debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson began his professional work at age 5, singing with his brothers before shooting to superstardom as a solo artist. He had numerous No. 1 hits, the best known being "Thriller."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thriller" was the best-selling album of all time, at an estimated 50 million copies worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dominating the popular music scene for years, Jackson became reclusive and mired in scandals that included child molestation charges. He was acquitted after a highly publicized trial in Santa Maria, California, in March 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Jackson announced a comeback tour that was to start in July. When some of the shows were postponed till next year, rumors spread that the entertainer was weak and suffering from skin cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Marlon Jackson said he last saw his younger brother at a May 14 family gathering and he "looked great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was looking well. He was getting ready to go into rehearsals for his tour. I don't know what happened," Marlon Jackson said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most famous of Michael Jackson's eight siblings, Janet, issued a statement through her manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Janet Jackson is grief-stricken and devastated at the sudden loss of her brother," said Kenneth Crear. "She is ... flying immediately to California to be with her family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large crowd gathered outside the hospital, while in New York a huge crowd gathered outside the Apollo Theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the world, fans reacted with sadness. iReport.com: Share your Michael Jackson memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some, including actress Elizabeth Taylor and musician Stevie Wonder, were too distraught to issue statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producer Quincy Jones, who helped Jackson craft his hit albums "Off the Wall" and "Thriller," said, "I am absolutely devastated at this tragic and unexpected news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For Michael to be taken away from us so suddenly at such a young age, I just don't have the words," Jones added in a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's music continues to be heard throughout the world "because he had it all -- talent, grace, professionalism and dedication," Jones said. He called Jackson a consummate entertainer, whose legacy will be felt around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've lost my little brother today and part of my soul has gone with him," Jones said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berry Gordy, producer and founder of Motown Records, said Jackson's death was "like a bad dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a kid, Michael was always beyond his years. He was an innovator. He was a genius at what he did," Gordy said. "He had a knowingness about him. At 9 years old, when I first started working with him, he seemed to me like he had been here before. He was just so knowledgeable about life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's former wife, Lisa Marie Presley, said she was "shocked and saddened" by his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My heart goes out to his children and his family," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson is survived by his three children, Prince Michael I, Paris and Prince Michael II.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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OMWAMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Omwami bought a new mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; He sent a message to everyone from his Phone Book &amp;amp; said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 'My Mobile No. Has changed. Earlier it was Nokia 3310. Now it is 6610'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ============ ========= ========= ======&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami: I am Proud, coz my son is in Medical College .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Friend: Really, what is he studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami: No, he is not studying, they are Studying him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ============ ========= ========= ========= ===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami: Doctor, in my dreams, I play football every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; DR: Take this tablet, you will be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami : Can I take it  tomorrow, tonight is the final game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ============ ========= ========= ========= ====&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami : If I die, will u remarry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Wife: No! I'll stay with my sister. But if I die will u remarry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami : No, I'll also stay with your sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ============ ========= ========= ========= ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami : People consider me as a 'GOD'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Wife: How do you know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami : When I went to the Park today, everybody said, Oh GOD! U have come again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ============ ========= ========= ========= ====&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami complained to the police: 'Sir, all items are missing, except the TV in my house.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Police: 'How come the thief did not take TV?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami : 'I was watching TV news...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ============ ========= ========= ========= ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami  comes back 2 his car &amp;amp; find a note saying 'Parking Fine'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; He Writes a note and sticks it to a pole 'Thanks for the compliment.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ============ ========= ========= ========= ======&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; How do you recognize Omwami  in School?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; He is the one who erases the notes from the book when the teacher erases the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ============ ========= ========= ========= ========&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Once  Omwami was walking he had a glove on one hand and not on other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; So the man asked him why he did so. He replied that the weather forecast ann ounced that on one hand it would be cold and on the other hand it would be hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami in a bar and his cellular phone rings. He picks it up and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Says 'Hello, how did you know I was here?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami : Why are all these people running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Man - This is a race, the winner will get the cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami  - If only the winner will get the cup, why are others running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Teacher: 'I killed a person' convert this sentence into future tense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami : The future tense is 'u will go to jail'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ============ ========= ========= ========= ========= =====&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami told his servant: 'Go and water the plants!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Servant: 'It's already raining.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Omwami: 'So what? 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She took him to her  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;apartment and said: "Tie me to the bed and do what black men do  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;best!"...  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So he ran off with the TV and DVD Player...  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Wife: "I wish I was a newspaper, so that you could hold me every  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;morning!"  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Husband: " Me too, my dear, so that I can have a NEW ONE every  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;morning!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chinese couple got married. When the baby was born, her eyes were big  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and blue, hair was curly and blonde, skin was brown. Finally, name of  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;baby was SUM TING LONG ("some thing wrong")  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady visited her doctor one morning. Doc said: "You look so weak and  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Exhausted!  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Are you eating your meals 3 times a day as I advised?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Lady: "Doc, I thought you said 3 males a day!"  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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He tells the loan officer that he is going to DUBAI on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; business for two weeks and needs to borrow KSH 5,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; The bank officer tells him that the bank will need some form of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; security for the loan, so the KIKUYU  man hands over the keys to a new Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; parked on the street in front of the bank. He produces the title and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; everything checks out. 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While you were away, we checked you out and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; found that you are a multi millionaire.. What puzzles us is, why would you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; bother to borrow "KSH 5,000"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; The KIKUYU  replies: "Where else in NAIROBI can I park my car for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; two weeks for only KSH 150.41 and expect it to be there when I return'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Ah, the mind of the KIKUYU ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub="vichekesho";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a expr:name='data:post.title' expr:id='data:post.url' onmouseover='return addthis_open(this, "", this.id, this.name);' onmouseout='addthis_close()' onclick='return addthis_sendto()'&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" width="125" height="16" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too sicky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks.. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; No wonder men are happier.Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too sicky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks.. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. 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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33323170-6351181919695189946?l=vichekesho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vichekesho.blogspot.com/feeds/6351181919695189946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33323170&amp;postID=6351181919695189946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33323170/posts/default/6351181919695189946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33323170/posts/default/6351181919695189946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vichekesho.blogspot.com/2009/04/understanding-cricket.html' title='Understanding Cricket'/><author><name>Charles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33323170.post-2044437286319978574</id><published>2009-04-16T09:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:37:18.366+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don’t laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; guy goes to visit his doctor. Here is the conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;that ensued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Don't laugh!" said the patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Of course I won't laugh," the doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;said. "I'm a professional. In over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; twenty years I've never laughed at a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; patient."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Okay then," the patient said, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; proceeded to drop his trousers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; revealing the tiniest 'whoo-ha' the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; doctor had ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; It couldn't have been bigger than the size of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239863445_11"&gt;AAA  battery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;. Unable to control himself, the doctor started giggling, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; then fell laughing to the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ten minutes later he was able to struggle to his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;feet and regain his composure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; "I'm so sorry," said the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; "I really am. I don't know what came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; over me. On my honour  as a doctor and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; gentleman, I promise it won't happen again. 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