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            <title>Fishing Club Thread Number 5</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/537997</link>
            <description>Hey Guys.. i&amp;#39;ve created a new topic before the Mods close the thread number 4. Before the thread is closed..&lt;br /&gt;Lets continue in the world of Angling where everyone gets excitement on their fishing rod and reels.. lines as well hahaha</description>
            <author>&amp;#124;ce_cube</author>
            <category>Hobbies, Collectibles and Model Kits</category>
            <pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 10:16:01 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>Hand Me Down&amp;#33;</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/352922</link>
            <description>A seaman meets a pirate in a bar, and the talk turns to their adventures. The seaman notes that the pirate has a peg leg, a hook, and an eye patch. &amp;quot;How did you end up with the peg leg?&amp;quot; he asks. &lt;br /&gt;The pirate replies, &amp;quot;I was swept overboard into a school of sharks. As my men were pulling me out, a shark bit my leg off.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Wow&amp;#33;&amp;quot; says the seaman. &amp;quot;What about your hook?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; answers the pirate, &amp;quot;we were boarding a ship when one of the enemy hacked off my hand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Incredible&amp;#33;&amp;quot; says the seaman. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;d you get the eye patch?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;A sea gull **** in my eye,&amp;quot; the pirate replies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You lost your eye to a sea gull dropping?&amp;quot; the seaman asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; says the pirate, &amp;quot;it was my first day with the hook.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was an elderly gentleman suffering from Alzheimer&amp;#39;s. His wife of 40 years loved him very much, but she couldn&amp;#39;t handle him any longer. He would wander about, never knowing where he was or, sometimes, even who he was. She decided to take him to a nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the nursing home, while the wife was filling out paperwork, a nurse had the gentleman sit in a chair. Suddenly the man started slowly leaning to his left. The nurse ran over and put a pillow on his left side to prop him up. A few minutes later, he started leaning to his right. The nurse ran over and put a pillow on his right side. Then he started leaning forward. This time the nurse strapped him into the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing the paperwork, his wife walked up to him and asked, &amp;quot;So are you sure this place is okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s okay,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;but why won&amp;#39;t they let me fart?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is walking down the street and sees a little boy riding a toy fire engine that&amp;#39;s being pulled by a Dalmatian. Unfortunately, the rope is tied around the dog&amp;#39;s balls, and as a consequence, the toy truck is going very slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says to the boy, &amp;quot;You know, son, that truck would go a lot faster if the rope was tied around your dog&amp;#39;s neck.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I guess so,&amp;quot; says the kid, &amp;quot;but then I wouldn&amp;#39;t have a siren.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A newlywed sailor is informed by the navy that he&amp;#39;s going to be stationed a long way from home on a remote island in the South Pacific for 2 years. A few weeks after he gets there he really starts to miss his new wife, so he writes her a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;My darling,&amp;quot; he writes, &amp;quot;it looks like we&amp;#39;re going to be apart for a very long time. Already I&amp;#39;m starting to miss you and we&amp;#39;re constantly surrounded by young, attractive native girls. The temptation&amp;#39;s terrible. I need some kind of hobby to keep my mind off them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife sends him back a harmonica with a note reading, &amp;quot;Why don&amp;#39;t you learn to play this?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually his tour of duty comes to an end and he rushes back to his wife. &amp;quot;Darling&amp;quot; he says, &amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t wait to get you into bed so that we can make passionate love&amp;#33;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she stops him with a wave of her hand. &amp;quot;First, let&amp;#39;s see how well you play that harmonica.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunk is driving through the city and his car is weaving violently all over the road. A cop pulls him over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;So,&amp;quot; says the cop to the driver, &amp;quot;where have you been?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve been to the pub,&amp;quot; slurs the drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; says the cop, &amp;quot;it looks like you&amp;#39;ve had quite a few.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I did all right,&amp;quot; the drunk says with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Did you know,&amp;quot; says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms, &amp;quot;that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, thank heavens,&amp;quot; sighs the drunk. &amp;quot;For a minute there, I thought I&amp;#39;d gone deaf.&amp;quot;</description>
            <author>&amp;#124;ce_cube</author>
            <category>Jokes Heaven</category>
            <pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 17:35:33 +0800</pubDate>
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