9 hours ago
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Amazing Photography -Ocean Waves
These incredible images of waves were taken by the number 1 photographer of surf: Clark Little. He has dedicated his life to photographing the waves and has published a selection of the best images of his career. He captures magical moments inside the "tube", as surfers say.
Sun ... glints off wave
Clark Little/SWNS
Sand ... in surf
Clark Little/SWNS
Tubular ... shining
Clark Little/SWNS
Beach ... surf crashes down
Clark Little/SWNS
Molten ... liquid gold
Clark Little/SWNS
White ... tumultuous water
Splash ... stunning shot
Clark Little/SWNS
Red ... mysterious shot
Clark Little/SWNS
Break ... wave crashes down
Clark Little/SWNS
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
And that's when the fight started....
My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, 'What's on TV?'
I said, 'Dust.'
And then the fight started...
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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.
She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3
seconds.'
I bought her a scale.
And then the fight started...
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When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace
expensive...so, I took her to a gas station.
And then the fight started...
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I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my
order first.
"I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please."
He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"
Nah, she can order for herself."
And then the fight started...
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A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.
She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel
horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a
compliment.'
The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'
And then the fight started.....
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I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95.
Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95.
I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold
cream.
And then the fight started....
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My wife asked me if a certain dress made her butt look big.
I told her not as much as the dress she wore yesterday.
And then the fight started.....
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I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary? "
It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.
"Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.
So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?"
And that's when the fight started....
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My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were
in bed.
I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?"
"No," she answered.
I then said, "Is that your final answer?"
She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying "Yes."
So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."
And that's when the fight started....
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Last but not the least.......
Someone got this email as a forward.
He in turn forwarded it to his wife.
And thats when the fight started...
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Let me see if you can guess....
Let me see if you can guess....
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Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Some ppl develop websites blindly :) Hilarious!!!!!
This resort must either go fully reserved,, or totally empty,,,, depending on how one takes the ad :D
www.FunAndFunOnly.net) - SridhaR" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fun_and_fun_only" target="_blank">
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Peanuts - forwarded joke
A tour bus driver is driving with a bus load of
seniors down a highway when he is tapped on his shoulder by a little old
lady. She offers him a handful of peanuts, which he gratefully munches up.
After about 15 minutes, she taps him on his shoulder again and she
hands him another handful of peanuts. She repeats this gesture about five more times.
When she is about to hand him another batch again he asks the little old lady, 'Why don't you eat the peanuts yourself?'.
'We can't chew them because we've no teeth', she replied.
The puzzled driver asks,
'Why do you buy them then?'
The old lady replied,
'We just love the chocolate around them.'
Friday, January 09, 2009
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
The Perfect Break Up - nice short story that I read somewhere
The Break Up
I watched with awe and amazement as she came out of her hiding place. First, a little peep over the ledge and then her whole absolutely symmetrical body. A perfectly blonde head and a body you could die for. White as a virgin island's sand. I stared at her with admiration and fear. She had changed the course of my life. Everyone said that she was killing me softly without me realizing it.
At first, like all bachelors, even I just wanted to hang around with her and show her off as my new found love. I was successful too. I raised many eyebrows but at the same time I was shit scared of introducing her to my family, even as "just a friend". We met scarcely in the beginning but gradually we bumped into each other more often, sometimes not willingly or sometimes through a common friend. We grew close, so close that I was addicted to her.
Days passed into weeks, into months, into years. We were together all the time. She accompanied me to office, to the movies, shopping, even to my bed. We were inseparable. I felt great but inside me a feeling of guilt was beginning to rise. I was not keeping well off late. I used to get tired very soon and my mood was always cranky. At first I thought it was because of my close association with her but then I realized it was much more. She always stood by me in my times of distress and was of great help too.
It was only later that I realized that all this while, it was she who was killing me softly every time I kissed her. My deteriorating health made me reach a conclusion finally. I had to break up with my love. I didn't want to but I had to. I had no other option. I was dying and I didn't want her to be with me while I died. She was great with me and we had some great times but now she must leave me alone. She was too good to be ignored and I was sure that she would have already chosen her next victim by now.
I finally collated all the courage I could and decided to confront her with the harsh truth of breakup.
Sitting in the balcony in my favorite shorts and T shirt, I pulled her out from where she was hiding behind me. Looking at her, I felt sorry, she was so innocent and yet…….. I had to kill her.
"Whats the matter darling?", she asked me with the most tender care and utmost love.
"My love,", I said kissing her lightly, "I have to leave you now. Its been a long time and we had a heavenly experience. We were a match made in heaven"
"Oh yes we were and we still are…. Then why do you want to leave me? You know how much I love you and how much you love me. You know we cant stay without each other. Please don't leave me now… I'll die".
"Im sorry my love but I have made a decision", one more kiss.
"Why? Have you found someone else? Is there someone who can make you happier, remove your sorrows the way I can? Help you in times of pain?"
"Yes there is someone else. But you wont understand coz you don't have a heart."
"I loved you more than anyone ever did. You will be sorry for this."
I could feel her heat in my hands and could sense the fire running within her. I had to stay calm. She was now withering away and I was almost there… My goal was almost reached….
After a few more kisses and heated words I finally was able to convince her. "Goodbye" I said and sent her tumbling down from my fourth floor balcony. She watched me as she descended the distance until finally her head struck the floor below. Red sparks flew and my love, the cigarette bud, died without a sound. I broke up from my love, SMOKING
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