25.10.2008
Very ...
funny photos...
16.10.2008
Stupid Videos
... they are stupid:
10.10.2008
Naked
on a bike!
10.10.2008
It doesn´t
hurt a bit!
9.10.2008
How did the horse...
How did the horse do this:
21.8.2008
Fyndinn-Funny Bush 6
Smellið
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21.8.2008
Fyndinn-Funny Bush 5
Smella
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21.8.2008
Fyndinn-Funny Bush 4
Smellið
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21.8.2008
Fyndinn-Funny Bush 3
Smellið
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21.8.2008
Fyndinn-Funny Bush 2
Smellið
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20.8.2008
Fyndinn-Funny Bush
21.7.2008
Funny Pictures
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3.6.2008
(Terrorist-Proof Airlines)
New air lines
WELCOME TO TPA
(Terrorist-Proof Airlines)
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15.5.2008
A Peculiar Restaurant
Any one interested in having a unique dining experience.
You can have breakfast, lunch, dinner or cocktail or invite your boss for a meeting while enjoying your meal.
50 meters above ground dining event arranged by a professional event arranger of Benji Fun company.
It provides 22 seating complete with Chef, server, musician and you can select your own location without limitation.
Guarantee safety with the hoisting crane which can accommodate the whole band of musician, or
making an automobile presentation to your customers.
This restaurant is in Belgium
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11.4.2008
Do you...
want one of these pretty cats...
10.3.2008
Funny animals
| FW: et lille smil? | |
| From: | Þóra Stefánsdóttir (thora@engill.is) |
| Sent: | Mon 3/10/08 1:45 PM |
| To: | 'olafur eiriksson' (olafureiriksson5@msn.com) |
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De bedste stillinger kan ikke søges..... !
4.3.2008
Drinking too much water...
| FW: If you drink to much water........? | |
| From: | Þóra Stefánsdóttir (thora@engill.is) |
| Sent: | Tue 3/04/08 11:06 AM |
| To: | dagnybh@hotmail.com; 'olafur eiriksson' (olafureiriksson5@msn.com) |
From: Dagbjört Kristín Bárðardóttir [mailto:dagbjort@911.is]
Sent: 4. mars 2008 10:50
To: 'Stefán Ólafur Guðmundsson'; 'Fanný Hauksdóttir'; 'Þóra Stefánsdóttir'; 'Sólborg Borgarsdóttir'; steinunnlund@internet.is; bennyh@centrum.is; bennyb@flugfelag.is; alda@365.is; arorak@internet.is; 'Magnusdottir, Berglind'; 'Baldvin Haukur'; bjorktom@simnet.is; gudrun@lh.is; siggil@hamar.is; sigrun.gr@simnet.is; 'Asbjarnardottir, Sigridur'; johannah05@ru.is; hronn@sagafilm.is; sigrunsandholt@gmail.com; sigurborg@undri.is; hilmar@vf.is; 'Danni & Ásdís'; 'Helena Katrín Hjaltadóttir'; 'Rannveig Möller'; tobbikr@hive.is
Subject: If you drink to much water........
2.3.2008
The gender of things...
A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.
"House" for instance, is feminine: "la casa."
"Pencil," however, is masculine: "el lapiz."
A student asked,
"What gender is 'computer'?"
Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether "computer" should be a masculine or a feminine noun.
Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.
24.2.2008
THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER
Body fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.
"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds."
8.2.2008
Lonely braincell
is there any...
25.1.2008
See what happens:
Forward this to at least 7 people and see what happens on your screen
. you will laugh your head off!!!!!!!!!!!
9.1.2008
Would you Like to
Marry this Guy...?
9.1.2008
On the Road...
to Hell...?
8.1.2008
Angels and money
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Hey I'm not messing with this one, Good luck. |
1.12.2007
Music
Before I could not read music:
15.9.2007
Life Sentence
A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in bed. She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, and he appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of coffee.
What's the matter dear?, she whispers as she steps into the room. Why are you sitting down here this time of the night? The husband looks up from his coffee, Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 16? he asks solemnly. Yes, I do she replies.
14.9.2007
Boldness
This is a true story of something that happened just a few years ago at USC . . .
There was a professor of philosophy who was a deeply committed atheist. His primary goal for one required class was to spend the entire semester attempting to prove that God couldn't exist.
His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his impeccable logic. For twenty years, he had taught this class and no one had ever had the courage to go against him.
Sure, some had argued in class at times, but no one had ever really gone against him (you'll see what I mean later). Nobody would go against him because he had a reputation. At the end of every semester, on the last day, he would say to his class of 300 students,"If there is anyone here who still believes in Jesus, stand up.
14.9.2007
Prozac Nation - by Elizabeth Wurtzel
I guess the cutting began when I started to spend my lunch period hiding in the girls' locker room, scared to death of everybody around me. I would bring my functional black and silver Panasonic, meant for voice recording and not music, and I would listen intently to the scratchy sounds of the tapes I'd accumulated, mostly popular hard rock like Foreigner, which, trashy as it was, sounded like liberation to me. I'd sit there with my tape recorder, eating cottage cheese and pineapples from a stout thermos I brought from home (I was, by this time, also certain that I was fat), and it was a peaceful relief from having to deal with other people, whether they were teachers or friends. Every so often, I would sit in the locker room on the floor, leaning against the concrete wall while my tape recorder sat on the bench, and I would fantasize about going back to the person I had always been. The reverse transformation couldn't be that much of a leap. I could just try talking to people again. I could get the astonished look off my face, as if my eyes had just been exposed to a terrible glare. I could laugh a bit. I would imagine myself doing the things I once did, like playing tennis.
4.5.2007
Milton Flopski (aka) Fat Milton
RagMag.Org or, 'As Published by RagMag.Org'
The excellent exploits of a rather large, bulbous young lad...
Once upon a time, Milton Flopski of Decatur Georgia decided that it was high time he set out into the world in pursuit of fame and fortune as a UFO investigator, and documentor of para-normal activity amongst Albino refugees of the South Western Perimeter.
His stout 475 pound mass of flesh, proved quite cumbersome upon the corroding 1952 Shwinn, tricycle that he set out upon in pursuit of adventure. Rounding the first downhill curve on a rural mountain path, Milton veered recklessly beyond the edge of the craggy road, thus plummeting forward, head over heel into a rather thorny patch of wild brush. If not for his fortitude, Milton would have ended his quest that very moment, but he chose to ignore the first sign of impending disaster through sheer stupidity, masked as entrepreneurial spirit.
4.5.2007
Cinderella II
Was it really meant to be?
So my type of Cinderella slippers (pink and white Nikes) is the best gift any man can give me. I mean, (seriously) we had not even gone out on our first date, and here he walks into my life with my first gift. Now, that’s amazing. If that is not love, I don’t know what love is. Before that night was over, we had our first kiss. It was once again a touch of electricity and sparkle that came shining through both our eyes and hearts. It was so obvious what the both of us felt.
4.5.2007
URBAN LEGEND: The Burning Man
A young man afflicted with chronic Spontaneous Human Combustion (SHC) discovers that the flames killing him little by little have miraculous healing powers.
"Exorcise your demon," Carma says. "Kidnap a priest if you must."
BURNY MADDEN IS BURNING LITTLE BY LITTLE TO DEATH. Parts of his body randomly ignite for no apparent reason at all. Although a young doctor, DR. MARIAN CURIEN, has averted Burny’s first fit at birth, this phenomenon known as Spontaneous Human Combustion (SHC) continues to torment him for the next twenty-three years. Now disfigured by burn scars, limping, lonely, and mortified forever, Burny matures into a mild-mannered outcast. Yet charming in a mystically neurotic way.
28.1.2007
Girly humour
Hi, American Men vs. Women philosophy
The Guys' Rules
At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down Finally,
the guys' side of the story.
24.11.2006
Ghosthouses
Ghosthouses
by Rob Hopcott
Sound of ghostly telephone ringing.
Mandy:"Hello ... you are through to Freephone Ghosthouses, Mandy speaking, how can I help You?"
George:"Yes, hello, it's George here, I'm a bit nervous - a first time caller - I'm always one for a good laugh, you know a nice comedy or comic drama but you are not having me on are you? Can you really find me a haunt?"
Mandy: "Naturally! That's what we're here for. Ghosthouses is a service that's been established for hundreds of years to provide advice and guidance to select embodied and disembodied life forms seeking desirable abodes."
24.11.2006
Sparky Blake's Diary
By MatFlat
Friday 4th January 2000
Several days after the new Millennium, The apocalypse begins.
It must be at least a hundred and ten in here. Where am I. What is this place. It is unbearably warm. If I was chasing a rampaging elephant through the streets of Bombay in mid-September I don't think I'd be this heat struck. My trainers are gradually becoming part of the floor as they continue to drag heavy on my already exhausted body. A sweat bead begins to form on my brow and starts it's journey towards my nose. It feels cool on the intense heat plateau that is the ridge of my nose. But no. The coolingbead of sweat has run down the arc of my nose and straight into my eyes.
24.11.2006
How I first Became Eudaman
By Eudaman
There I was at rock bottom, 104 degrees in my Dallas red light motel. Awakened by the wail of sirens, hookers, and the night, I look around at my sullen landscape. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels, dozens of discarded ciggy butts overflowing from an undersized ashtray, a cracked picture frame on the wall with a faded picture of Roger Staubach.
I arise from the bed, still damp from the incredible humidity and lack of AC, and head to the bathroom. With bloodshot eyes and the breath of 1,000 camels I stare at the mirror, surveying the damage from the previous evenings bout with addiction. After many bodily noises I head for the shower...then it happened.
13.11.2006
Chimpanzeectomy ...
By Matthew Green
The doctor peered over his lensless half moon spectacles.
"You're sure you want to go through with this?" he said.
Larry nodded.
"Absolutely," enthused he (enthusiastically).
"You do realise what's involved, then?"
Larry shrugged.
"Kind of," he said (unconvincingly).
"Allow me to explain the procedure
1.11.2006
Sparky Blake's Diary
By MatFlat
Friday 4th January 2000
Several days after the new Millennium, The apocalypse begins.
It must be at least a hundred and ten in here. Where am I. What is this place. It is unbearably warm. If I was chasing a rampaging elephant through the streets of Bombay in mid-September I don't think I'd be this heat struck. My trainers are gradually becoming part of the floor as they continue to drag heavy on my already exhausted body. A sweat bead begins to form on my brow and starts it's journey towards my nose. It feels cool on the intense heat plateau that is the ridge of my nose. But no. The coolingbead of sweat has run down the arc of my nose and straight into my eyes
1.11.2006
SHELF LIFE
By Colin Williams
It was only two weeks to Christmas and Jeffrey - of 'Jeffrey's Electrical Goods' shop was extremely pleased with himself at the day's takings. With a last look around the empty shop he stepped outside and carefully locked the door behind him.
For several moments the shop lay silent save for the odd pinging noise from the overhead strip lights as they cooled down.
"Hey, Toaster? You awake?" asked an expensive, home-entertainment centre.
1.11.2006
Popcorn
By Terry T.
The end was in sight. Sixteen weeks of sixteen hour days seven days a week was nearly over.
Steve's brain was numb.
He had survived the last two weeks on adrenalin, coffee and nicotine. He knew before he started this building it would be like this, it always was.
The challenge had been laid down five months ago "Do you think we could build a six theater multiplex cinema in sixteen weeks? Old man Bennett had said.
20.10.2006
DROWNING SORROWS
By Colin Williams
Corby leaned over the rails of the cross channel ferry and stared at the disappearing Yorkshire coastline.
As the curtains of mist swallowed up the land and with his eyes watering from the salt spray, Corby decided it was time to seek out the bar.
Never having been to sea before, Corby made his first nautical discovery:
Walking along a pitching, rolling deck is not the easiest of tasks. Like a drunken robot he ricocheted his way down the side of the ship searching for a doorway.
With a huge sigh of relief, Corby stepped through the door and made his second nautical discovery; the inside of a ship moves about just as much as the outside. Cursing under his breath, he made his way to the bar.
18.10.2006
The Mysterious Range Stranger
By Bart AKA Eudaman
After tiring of hitting inaccurate iron after inaccurate iron, I finally pulled out the Ping TiSi Driver for some badly needed self-image help. Their was a 20 yr old kid in the station next to me that had just busted out a taped up Ping from the pro shop to demo and he prepared to hit his first ping shot.
Before the kid could tee up this first ball, I began building my ego by crushing the big stick. I hit about 5 balls when I heard a barely audible voice behind me saying, "Put the driver away and grab your 7 iron."
17.10.2006
Living Icon
Living Icon
Seductively, she reclined in front of me.
Now. you do not recline in the Purchasing and Procurement Department. You stay erect appearing alert and productive - even when you're dozing off.
This good looking young female didn't. She draped herself - languidly - and gazed steadily at me with large laser blue eyes.
I wouldn't have minded but she'd chosen the file disposal icon on the new TFT flat screen of my personal computer to recline upon. She seemed unconcerned that this was my office, my computer, my file bin and she was occupying it all completely uninvited. However, it was just 11 o'clock in the morning and the worst of the day's email horrors had been identified (and some even dealt with) and I was ready for a distraction.
16.7.2006
THE MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
The town´s library is both new and large and Loki is a frequent customer either exchanging books or to read the newest magazines. To the right side of the entrance a few red upholstered seats have been placed, a table and a few shelves for classified newspapers and magazines.
On a Monday-morning in August he makes a visit to the library. Standing at the counter he recognizes Erla, a regular employee looking busy doing something important, Fjola wanders around, but Hulda is closing in on the coffee-room. On his right he sees a woman sitting wearing a blue khaki-dress. She´s absorbed in some foreign magazine.
16.7.2006
ADAM and EVE.
Adam woke up, scratched his backside and stared out over the garden of Eden.
"Another boring day," he groaned.
"Another day wandering about paradise, eating fruit, staring at beautiful flowers, being good.
Oh, it's so boring!
Surely there's meant to be more to life than this?
16.7.2006
The Scotsman and the Dentist.
A Scotsman asks the dentist the cost for a tooth extraction.
"85 pounds for an extraction sir," was the dentists reply.
"85 pounds!! Huv ye no´ got anythin´ cheaper?"
"That´s the normal charge," said the dentist.
16.7.2006
FINDING JESUS