<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>Switkenya.....</title><link href="http://www.webjam.com/switkenya/$switkenya/" /><subtitle></subtitle><updated></updated><author><name>Webjam</name><email>atom@webjam.com</email></author><id></id><language>en</language><entry><id>0441c664-4628-46b5-8806-c6c4a6ac4b64</id><title>Sunday school</title><link href="http://www.webjam.com/switkenya/$switkenya/2008/07/26/sunday_school" /><updated>26-Jul-2008</updated><content type="html"><![CDATA[<u>Sunday School</u><font face="Arial" size="2" color="#000000">&nbsp;</font> <br /><font face="Times New Roman">Little Mary was not the best student in Sunday School. Usually she slept through the class. One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, ''Tell me, Mary, who created the universe?'' When Mary didn't stir, little Johnny, an altruistic boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear. ''God Almighty !'' shouted Mary and the teacher said, ''Very good'' and Mary fell back to sleep.<br /><br />A while later the teacher asked Mary, ''Who is our Lord and Savior?'' But Mary didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again. ''Jesus Christ!'' shouted Mary and the teacher said, ''Very good,'' and Mary fell back to sleep. Then the teacher asked Mary a third question, ''What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?'' And again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin. This time Mary jumped up and shouted, ''If you stick that damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it in half!'' The Teacher fainted. </font>]]></content><status>Published</status></entry><entry><id>aa48c7c1-0573-4c41-95b5-5719b49a4d4f</id><title>another perspective</title><link href="http://www.webjam.com/switkenya/$switkenya/2008/07/26/another_perspective" /><updated>26-Jul-2008</updated><content type="html"><![CDATA[<p><a href="/-sp/Peanuts-Lead-Don-t-Follow-Posters_i1676655_.htm" title="Peanuts: Lead Don't Follow Posters by Charles Schulz"><img class="thmbd" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/WIL/pea0332_b~Peanuts-Lead-Don-t-Follow-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="Peanuts: Lead Don't Follow Posters by Charles Schulz" title="Peanuts: Lead Don't Follow Posters by Charles Schulz" width="128" height="160" /></a><a href="/-sp/Peanuts-Think-Big-Posters_i1676659_.htm" title="Peanuts: Think Big Print by Charles Schulz"><img class="thmbd" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/WIL/pea0337_b~Peanuts-Think-Big-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="Peanuts: Think Big Print by Charles Schulz" title="Peanuts: Think Big Print by Charles Schulz" width="127" height="160" /></a><a href="/-sp/Peanuts-Never-Ever-EVER-Give-Up-Posters_i1676657_.htm" title="Peanuts: Never Ever EVER Give Up! Poster by Charles Schulz"><img class="thmbd" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/WIL/pea0334_b~Peanuts-Never-Ever-EVER-Give-Up-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="Peanuts: Never Ever EVER Give Up! Poster by Charles Schulz" title="Peanuts: Never Ever EVER Give Up! Poster by Charles Schulz" width="128" height="160" /></a></p><p><font face="Times New Roman"><u>&nbsp;jokes</u></font></p><p><font face="Times New Roman">Four Men and Their Dogs</font><font face="Arial" size="2" color="#000000">&nbsp;</font> <br /><font face="Times New Roman">Four men, an Engineer, an Accountant, a Chemist and a Government Worker were bragging about how smart their dogs were. </font><br /><font face="Times New Roman">To show off, the Engineer called to his dog and said, &quot;T-Square, do your stuff.&quot; </font><br /><font face="Times New Roman">T- square trotted over to a desk, took out some paper and a pen and promptly drew a circle, a square and a triangle. Everyone agreed that was pretty smart. But the Accountant said his dog could do better. He called his dog and said, &quot;Slide Rule, do your stuff.&quot; </font></p><p><font face="Times New Roman">Slide Rule went out into the kitchen and returned with a dozen cookies. He divided them into 4 equal piles of 3 cookies each. Everyone agreed that was good. But the Chemist said his dog could do better. He called his dog and said, &quot;Measure, do your stuff.&quot; </font></p><p><font face="Times New Roman">Measure got up, walked over to the fridge, took out a quart of milk, got a 10 ounce glass from the cupboard and poured exactly 8 ounces without spilling a drop. Everyone agreed that was good. Then the three men turned to the Government Worker and said, &quot;What can your dog do?&quot; </font></p><p><font face="Times New Roman">The Government Worker called to his dog and said, &quot;Coffee Break, do your stuff.&quot; </font><br /><font face="Times New Roman">Coffee Break jumped to his feet, ate the cookies, drank the milk, dumped on the paper, molested the other three dogs, claimed he injured his back while doing so, filed a grievance report for unsafe working conditions, put in for Worker's Compensation and went home on sick leave. </font></p>]]></content><status>Published</status></entry><entry><id>a0262fb0-5c16-43c8-940d-06890aa5e73b</id><title>C 2believe</title><link href="http://www.webjam.com/switkenya/$switkenya/2008/07/13/c_2believe" /><updated>13-Jul-2008</updated><content type="html"><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; LYF ISN'T ABT</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">&nbsp;</p><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial"><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial"><a href="http://www.bum-files.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)">http://www.bum-files.com</a>&quot;&gt;<img src="http://www.webjam.com/js/tinymce/&lt;a%20href=" border="0" /> http://files.bum-files.com/Files/GlitterGraphics/page4/dividers_94.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial"><a href="http://www.bum-files.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)">http://www.bum-files.com</a>&quot;&gt;<img src="http://www.webjam.com/js/tinymce/&lt;a%20href=" border="0" /> http://files.bum-files.com/Files/GlitterGraphics/092043306d0b4c6e0.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial"><a href="http://www.bum-files.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)">http://www.bum-files.com</a>&quot;&gt;<img src="http://www.webjam.com/js/tinymce/&lt;a%20href=" border="0" /> http://files.bum-files.com/Files/GlitterGraphics/092043306d0b4c6e0.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial">&nbsp;<a href="http://www.bum-files.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)">http://www.bum-files.com</a>&quot;&gt;<img src="http://www.webjam.com/js/tinymce/&lt;a%20href=" border="0" /> http://files.bum-files.com/Files/GlitterGraphics/page4/dividers_58.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial">&nbsp;&nbsp; Lyf isn't abt keepin score. It's not abt hw many friends u hv, Or hw accepted u r. </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial">Not abt if u hv plans this wkend or if u r alone. It isn't abt Who u r dating, Who u used 2 date, Hw many people u hv dated, Or if u hven't been with any1 at all. </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial">It isn't abt Who ur family is or Hw much money they hv, Or what kind of car u drive. It's not abt hw beautiful or ugly u r. Or what clothes u wear, what shoes u hv, Or what kind of music u listen 2. </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial"><a href="http://www.bum-files.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)">http://www.bum-files.com</a>&quot;&gt;<img src="http://www.webjam.com/js/tinymce/&lt;a%20href=" border="0" /> http://files.bum-files.com/Files/GlitterGraphics/page4/dividers_58.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial">&nbsp;It's not abt if ur hair is blonde, red, black, Or brown, Or if ur skin is too light or too dark. Not abt what grades u get Hw smart u r, Hw smart everybody else thinks u r, Or hw smart standardized tests say u r. </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial">&nbsp;It's not abut what clubs u r in Or hw gud u r at ur&quot; sport. It's not abt representing ur whole being on a piece of paper and seeing who will accept z written by u. </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial">&nbsp;But, life&nbsp;IS ABT who u love n who u hurt. It's abt who u MAKE HAPPY or UNHAPPY PURPOSEFULLY. It's abt keeping or betraying trust. It's abt friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon. It's abt what u say n mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening. It's abt what judgments u pass n why, n who ur judgments r spread 2. </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial"><a href="http://www.bum-files.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)">http://www.bum-files.com</a>&quot;&gt;<img src="http://www.webjam.com/js/tinymce/&lt;a%20href=" border="0" /> http://files.bum-files.com/Files/GlitterGraphics/page4/dividers_58.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial">It's abt who u hv&nbsp;IGNORED with full control n intention. It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, n revenge. It's abt carrying inner hate n love, letting it grow n spreading it. </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial">&nbsp;But most of all, It's about using ur life to TOUCH or poison other people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone. Only u choose z way those hearts r affected, n those&nbsp;CHOICES r what life's all about. </span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">&nbsp;</p></span><div><p align="center">&nbsp;</p></div>]]></content><status>Published</status></entry></feed>
