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Ek kan nie enige html WYSIWYG funksies in die hande kry nie, wat beteken dat ek nie prentjies kan plass of enige iets anders nie. DIT SUIG!!!! Ek sal nou maar moet kyk na iets anders.

Hier is solank 2 grappe tot tyd en wyl ek die blog issue uitgesort kry.

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A man was riding his Harley along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said,' Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.'
The biker pulled over and said, 'Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want.'
The Lord said, 'Your request is materialistic, think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things.
Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind.'
The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, 'Lord, I wish that I, and all men, could understand our wives and girlfriends; I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, and how I can make a woman truly happy.'
The Lord replied, 'You want two lanes or four on that bridge?
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Cinderella is now 95 years old.
After a fulfilling life with the now dead prince, she happily sits upon her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with a cat named Bob for companionship. One sunny afternoon out of nowhere, appeared the fairy godmother. Cinderella said, "Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years"?
The fairy godmother replied, "Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life since I last saw you. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?"
Cinderella was taken aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, she uttered her first wish: "The prince was wonderful, but not much of an investor. I'm living hand to mouth on my disability cheques, and I wish I were wealthy beyond comprehension. Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid gold. Cinderella said, "Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother" The fairy godmother replied, "It is the least that I can do. What do you want for your second wish?" Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said, "I wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth I once had." At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful young visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside her that had been dormant for years. And then the fairy godmother spoke once more: "You have one more wish; what shall it be?" Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the corner and says, "I wish for you to transform Bob, my old cat, into a kind and handsome young man." Magically, Bob suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in his biological make-up that, when he stood before her, he was a man so beautiful the likes of him neither she nor the world had ever seen.
The fairy godmother said, "Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new life." With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, the fairy godmother was gone as suddenly as she appeared. For a few eerie moments, Bob and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she had ever seen. Then Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, & held her close in his young muscular arms. He leaned in close, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath as he whispered: "Bet you're sorry now that you cut my nuts off" …

Uiteindelik kry ek weer kans om iets te post.
Ok, laat ons sien wat is daar om te vertel....
Ek het 'n bike gekoop en kan nie meer wag dat hulle die papierwerk afhandel nie.



...ons sien maar min van Eekhoring se kind, blykbaar eet hy nou uit iemand se hand uit
(a.k.a. pussy whipped)


Ons kan nou enige tyd 'n befokte party vir Stokstyf reel. Al wat ons nodig het is 20 mense wat bereid is om hulle lewers op te offer. Dit is van die Saterdag oggend af tot Sondag middag. Enigste probleem is dat jy jou eie vervoer moet organise Veldrift toe. Koste is R800 per persoon, maar dit sluit alle etes, verblyf, live entertainment, party boot, rubberduck ritte, ens in. Dit klink miskien baie, maar maak die somme. Dis 'n moerse bargain. Ons het gaan kyk wat ander plekke daar rond vra... vir dieselfde hoeveelheid etes, maar nie eers naastenby dieselfde kwaliteit nie, vra van die ouens daar meer as R550. Ons praat nie nou van boerewors rolls en sulke goed nie. Jy kry ordentlike kos... spitbraai, steaks, ens. Die ander entertainment en verblyf sal jou ook gewoonlik meers as R600 per persoon uit die sak jaag. As jy belangstel, laat weet ons, want ons gaan sodra ons 'n groep van so 20 mense bymekaar het.



A man and a woman were asleep like two innocent babies. Suddenly, at 3 O'clock in the morning, a loud noise came from outside.
The woman, sort of bewildered, jumped up from the bed and yelled at the man "Shit! That must be my husband!"
So the guy quickly got out of bed scared and naked he jumped out the window like a crazy man. He smashed himself on the ground, went through a thorn bush, then he stood up and started to run fast to his car.
Just a few minutes later he returned and screams at the woman "I'm your husband, you slut!"
The woman yelled back, "Yeah? Why were you running? You son of a bitch!"
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... ek was moerse besig die week!!!!



Lekker slaap groet om die wêreld:
ENGELAND: Sleep Well
HOLLAND: Goede nagt
AUSTRALIE: Night Mate
USA: Goodnite
DUITSLAND: Schlafen sie wöl
SUID AFRIKA: Shit!.... Is die deure gesluit, die vensters toegemaak, die kar ingetrek en die alarm geaktiveer? Is die Rotweilers binne ? Alles gebêre en veilig? Elektrifiseer die hakiesdraad ! Lekker slaap, moenie vêrder worry nie,..... fokkie lig,...... Eskom sal dit afsit !!


*** JOKE VAN DIE WEEK ( ingestuur deur Camel)***
Die ou tannie laat haar meubels waardeer. ('n Blinde man waardeer die meubels).
Hy vryf oor die tafel, ruik aan sy hand en sê : Hierdie tafel kan verkoop word vir R150 000 dit kom uit Napoleon se dae.
Hy kom in die sitkamer en vryf oor 'n stoel, ruik aan sy hand en sê: Hierdie stoel kan verkoop word vir R100 000, dit kom uit die Boereoorlog uit.
Die Tannie gaan na haar kamer, trek haar broek uit en lê op die bed. Sy vat die blinde man se hand, vryf oor haar muis. Hy ruik aan sy hand en sê : Klapperhaar matras, vrot gepis - R2-50!!!!!!!