<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259</id><updated>2012-01-31T17:18:42.812-08:00</updated><category term='Bizarre'/><category term='Successful online Dating'/><category term='Magnificent Pictures'/><category term='cna training coach certification nursing assistant'/><category term='Video'/><category term='CRAZY'/><category term='focus illusion  incredible'/><category term='Funny Pictures'/><title type='text'>Funny Town</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-4746932357995337464</id><published>2010-09-21T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T05:01:16.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cna training coach certification nursing assistant'/><title type='text'>CNA Training Guide By Your own Training Coach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/TJidl3iGznI/AAAAAAAACIg/IU8mx8hEjVw/s1600/CNA-BP_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/TJidl3iGznI/AAAAAAAACIg/IU8mx8hEjVw/s200/CNA-BP_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519334617230265970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Certified nursing assistants&lt;/span&gt; work underneath the direction of the registered nurse that provides support to help patients with daily life tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operating carefully along with patients, CNAs have the effect of fundamental care services for example bathing, self care as well as feeding patients, helping medical staff with medical gear, as well as examining patient crucial signs. CNAs provide patients essential social and emotive assistance and also provide essential information on patient problems to the medical staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you interested in &lt;a href="http://www.cnatrainingcoach.com/"&gt;CNA Training&lt;/a&gt;  maybe you should check on this grate Web site I find couple days ago, its just starting but it's alredy  providing grate information about CNA Training and Certification for students, and people how interested in Nursing in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnatrainingcoach.com/how-to-be-a-cna.html"&gt;How to be CNA?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-4746932357995337464?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/4746932357995337464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=4746932357995337464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/4746932357995337464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/4746932357995337464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2010/09/cna-training-guide-by-your-own-training.html' title='CNA Training Guide By Your own Training Coach'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/TJidl3iGznI/AAAAAAAACIg/IU8mx8hEjVw/s72-c/CNA-BP_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-1459836277825413062</id><published>2010-05-27T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:09:03.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Successful online Dating'/><title type='text'>Secret TIPS FOR Successful online Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://typeyourtip.com/images/01936_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 235px;" src="http://typeyourtip.com/images/01936_21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy compile the e-book on how to find hot girls online and get into their pants and the best thing of all he ask money after you read the book, meaning if you like it and when proof it's working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this guy it's stupid as hell I actually like the book and will pay for it after he place link to his PP address which he doesn't have. Hurry up and download!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://typeyourtip.com/"&gt;Successful online Dating/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-1459836277825413062?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/1459836277825413062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=1459836277825413062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/1459836277825413062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/1459836277825413062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2010/05/secret-tips-for-successful-online.html' title='Secret TIPS FOR Successful online Dating'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-305910815436944784</id><published>2010-05-27T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:55:30.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focus illusion  incredible'/><title type='text'>Incredible Focus Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moillusions.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/Switzerland_Geneva__400175i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 590px; height: 393px;" src="http://www.moillusions.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/Switzerland_Geneva__400175i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this incredible focus illusion from my friend who like Optical illusion so I though it'll be cool to post it here for you guys try to focus on it...IF you can :)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-305910815436944784?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/305910815436944784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=305910815436944784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/305910815436944784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/305910815436944784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2010/05/incredible-focus-illusion.html' title='Incredible Focus Illusion'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-54968614826244346</id><published>2007-03-30T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:00.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smartest man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HxsoqdpI/AAAAAAAABkI/PbXkwqN4MvY/s1600-h/Passangers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HxsoqdpI/AAAAAAAABkI/PbXkwqN4MvY/s400/Passangers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047769676473071250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plane is about to crash. There are 5 passengers on board,&lt;br /&gt;But there are only 4 parachutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HJ8oqdlI/AAAAAAAABjo/Q681uwhNXqg/s1600-h/Plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HJ8oqdlI/AAAAAAAABjo/Q681uwhNXqg/s400/Plane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047768993573271122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Passenger says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HKMoqdnI/AAAAAAAABj4/uOCFycITvsw/s1600-h/ronaldinho-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HKMoqdnI/AAAAAAAABj4/uOCFycITvsw/s400/ronaldinho-profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047768997868238450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am Ronaldinho, the best football player in the world.&lt;br /&gt;The football worlds need me, and I cannot die on my fans.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs the first parachute and jumps out of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second passenger  Hillary Clinton, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HJsoqdkI/AAAAAAAABjg/UXVgwIhiSLk/s1600-h/hillary_clinton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HJsoqdkI/AAAAAAAABjg/UXVgwIhiSLk/s400/hillary_clinton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047768989278303810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am wife of the former president of the United States; I am the senator&lt;br /&gt;Of New York and I have a good chance of being president of the United States in the future.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabs a parachute and jumps off the plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HI8oqdjI/AAAAAAAABjY/wSfEZ6bG5Zw/s1600-h/George+W.+Bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HI8oqdjI/AAAAAAAABjY/wSfEZ6bG5Zw/s400/George+W.+Bush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047768976393401906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third passenger, George W. Bush, says:&lt;br /&gt;“I am the president of the United States of America. I have huge&lt;br /&gt;Responsibilities in the world. Beside, I am the smartest president in the History of my country and can’t shun the responsibility to my people by dying.”&lt;br /&gt;He grabs a pack and jumps off the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth passenger, the Pope, says to the fifth passenger,&lt;br /&gt;a young school boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HKMoqdmI/AAAAAAAABjw/BuxiF3z5yXQ/s1600-h/pope1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HKMoqdmI/AAAAAAAABjw/BuxiF3z5yXQ/s400/pope1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047768997868238434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am old. I have lived my life as a good person as a priest should and so I shall leave the last parachute to you; you have the rest of your life ahead of you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the little boy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HjsoqdoI/AAAAAAAABkA/w3mxaIBGV4k/s1600-h/the+little+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HjsoqdoI/AAAAAAAABkA/w3mxaIBGV4k/s400/the+little+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047769435954902658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t fret old man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a parachute for each of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smartest president of America took my schoolbag…..“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-54968614826244346?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/54968614826244346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=54968614826244346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/54968614826244346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/54968614826244346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/03/smartest-man.html' title='The Smartest man'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rg1HxsoqdpI/AAAAAAAABkI/PbXkwqN4MvY/s72-c/Passangers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-726400110493360907</id><published>2007-03-27T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:00.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Ku Klux (New Fashion)</title><content type='html'>After all this years Ku Klux boys are decide to change little bit their outfit in some kind stylish style , new style in 21th century, Who knows, maybe they will change slogan to&lt;br /&gt;from "White Power" to "Gay is OK" . I certainly  don't know what they up to , but I kind I like their New fashion style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RglNLqtijgI/AAAAAAAABi0/lDar-e2B6l0/s1600-h/ddn_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RglNLqtijgI/AAAAAAAABi0/lDar-e2B6l0/s400/ddn_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046649720284548610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by Armani, just look into...colors, all that tasteful  fruit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RglNL6tijhI/AAAAAAAABi8/RwWpfYL7maU/s1600-h/ddn_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RglNL6tijhI/AAAAAAAABi8/RwWpfYL7maU/s400/ddn_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046649724579515922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made By Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is old school  boss look, if you  are member of KKK feel free to&lt;br /&gt;buy this wonderful.... whatever it is. Hate I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RglNL6tijiI/AAAAAAAABjE/AH0vTqpfBYg/s1600-h/ddn_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RglNL6tijiI/AAAAAAAABjE/AH0vTqpfBYg/s400/ddn_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046649724579515938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armani again,  obviously armani intend to become&lt;br /&gt;a leader in this New style KKK adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RglNMKtijjI/AAAAAAAABjM/K4PRG4tiPyI/s1600-h/ddn_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RglNMKtijjI/AAAAAAAABjM/K4PRG4tiPyI/s400/ddn_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046649728874483250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unowned  If you know who is make this hate, please contact us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this I write here in this post related with Armani and Boss are lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't sue us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-726400110493360907?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/726400110493360907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=726400110493360907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/726400110493360907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/726400110493360907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/03/funny-ku-klux-new-fashion.html' title='Funny Ku Klux (New Fashion)'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RglNLqtijgI/AAAAAAAABi0/lDar-e2B6l0/s72-c/ddn_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-7785804158561797731</id><published>2007-03-23T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:02.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Eggs Art</title><content type='html'>And I though I saw everything, people sometimes can make some very interesting, amazing things from ordinary stuff like egg for example. Recently one of the visitors of this blog (Bob86) send me some interesting pictures about eggs, now you ask yourself what can be interesting about egg, only interesting egg is the one in my stomach :) I'm not very sure in that theory so have look in that famous eggs I talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmGqtijVI/AAAAAAAABhc/OcGNYFy4Gw0/s1600-h/Egg-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmGqtijVI/AAAAAAAABhc/OcGNYFy4Gw0/s400/Egg-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045129009803988306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmiatijYI/AAAAAAAABh0/rINoKsCKHn8/s1600-h/Egg-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmiatijYI/AAAAAAAABh0/rINoKsCKHn8/s400/Egg-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045129486545358210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmiatijZI/AAAAAAAABh8/ycuspEh17_M/s1600-h/Egg-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmiatijZI/AAAAAAAABh8/ycuspEh17_M/s400/Egg-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045129486545358226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmiqtijaI/AAAAAAAABiE/mKk8cs_irZc/s1600-h/Egg-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmiqtijaI/AAAAAAAABiE/mKk8cs_irZc/s400/Egg-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045129490840325538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmiqtijbI/AAAAAAAABiM/KeFv2kxj3eo/s1600-h/Egg-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmiqtijbI/AAAAAAAABiM/KeFv2kxj3eo/s400/Egg-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045129490840325554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmiqtijcI/AAAAAAAABiU/D-sIPnS9-eA/s1600-h/Egg-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmiqtijcI/AAAAAAAABiU/D-sIPnS9-eA/s400/Egg-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045129490840325570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmGatijTI/AAAAAAAABhM/gGa8ttdd66Q/s1600-h/Egg-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmGatijTI/AAAAAAAABhM/gGa8ttdd66Q/s400/Egg-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045129005509020978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmGatijUI/AAAAAAAABhU/wp5uOhpnbaE/s1600-h/Egg-1+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmGatijUI/AAAAAAAABhU/wp5uOhpnbaE/s400/Egg-1+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045129005509020994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmGqtijWI/AAAAAAAABhk/zDZFQMkBR_s/s1600-h/Egg-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmGqtijWI/AAAAAAAABhk/zDZFQMkBR_s/s400/Egg-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045129009803988322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmG6tijXI/AAAAAAAABhs/C0qHcncvkxY/s1600-h/Egg-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmG6tijXI/AAAAAAAABhs/C0qHcncvkxY/s400/Egg-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045129014098955634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-7785804158561797731?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/7785804158561797731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=7785804158561797731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/7785804158561797731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/7785804158561797731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/03/funny-eggs-art.html' title='Funny Eggs Art'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RgPmGqtijVI/AAAAAAAABhc/OcGNYFy4Gw0/s72-c/Egg-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-3174252631006064619</id><published>2007-03-12T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:03.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual  Sonny Cd Player</title><content type='html'>Do you like Terminator movies? If your answer is yes, you should definitive get you self this incredible unusual CD player, but what if you don't like Terminator movies? Don't be scared Arni is not intend to terminate you, he is worry about for some other thing, like how to be a Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RfVd7iHe_MI/AAAAAAAABg8/WlnQyAf1wzc/s1600-h/Termitator+CD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RfVd7iHe_MI/AAAAAAAABg8/WlnQyAf1wzc/s400/Termitator+CD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041038635262999746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look into picture above, you  probably would  thought , wtf it's one more bad Terminator movie, (Btw when I was a Kid, one of my favorites movies was Terminator of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you will make mistake if you thin like I supposed you will, this is one of the many unusual Cd player on this Planet called Earth. This is not Cd-player made by Sonny. You wonder why I write "Sonny" in the title of this post. Let that be a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RfVd7yHe_NI/AAAAAAAABhE/RUv5L5yYcqs/s1600-h/Terminator2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RfVd7yHe_NI/AAAAAAAABhE/RUv5L5yYcqs/s400/Terminator2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041038639557967058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok when you open the Head, if your IQ it's bigger then IQ of the fish, you will realize what that odd thing is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I find these two pictures on the internet, so if anyone know original author, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-3174252631006064619?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/3174252631006064619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=3174252631006064619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/3174252631006064619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/3174252631006064619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/03/unusual-sonny-cd-player.html' title='Unusual  Sonny Cd Player'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RfVd7iHe_MI/AAAAAAAABg8/WlnQyAf1wzc/s72-c/Termitator+CD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-3781618663540143277</id><published>2007-03-03T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:08.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digs for noseberries(Celebrities)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehKiE4BypI/AAAAAAAABcE/YKrwD8TUR2Y/s1600-h/sting_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehKiE4BypI/AAAAAAAABcE/YKrwD8TUR2Y/s400/sting_splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037358132498647698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sting polices his proboscis while perambulating in London, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehfgk4By4I/AAAAAAAABd8/P8aO1_hmxgA/s1600-h/keaton_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehfgk4By4I/AAAAAAAABd8/P8aO1_hmxgA/s400/keaton_splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037381196473027458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picky Michael Keaton does the polite pinky pull-pick in Santa Monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehf4U4By6I/AAAAAAAABeM/bjdE4KTGUL4/s1600-h/yoakam_ramey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehf4U4By6I/AAAAAAAABeM/bjdE4KTGUL4/s400/yoakam_ramey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037381604494920610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwight Yoakam pokes 'em with a thumb-sweeping roundup in a Beverly Hills paper store... that apparently doesn't sell tissues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehfg04By5I/AAAAAAAABeE/p79MFZE168I/s1600-h/lohan_ramey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehfg04By5I/AAAAAAAABeE/p79MFZE168I/s400/lohan_ramey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037381200767994770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay dips in before taking a dip in Malibu, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehf404By7I/AAAAAAAABeU/6qdj7Oia58A/s1600-h/valderamma_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehf404By7I/AAAAAAAABeU/6qdj7Oia58A/s400/valderamma_splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037381613084855218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilmer Valderrama picked orgasmically at an L.A. cafe in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehZgk4ByrI/AAAAAAAABcU/tkcK_iyV4s8/s1600-h/anderson_ramey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehZgk4ByrI/AAAAAAAABcU/tkcK_iyV4s8/s400/anderson_ramey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037374599403260594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam Anderson goes in deep while watching a baseball game in Malibu, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehZhE4ByvI/AAAAAAAABc0/lX7eHlH8b-A/s400/clooney_splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037374607993195250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney does the scratch n' pick while strolling in Santa Monica, 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehZg04ByuI/AAAAAAAABcs/J6iQ2Ol7aao/s1600-h/brook_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehZg04ByuI/AAAAAAAABcs/J6iQ2Ol7aao/s400/brook_splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037374603698227938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model Kelly Brook sticks a manicured finger in, while on a coffee break in L.A. in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReheNk4By0I/AAAAAAAABdc/4iCTNGD919o/s1600-h/gyllenhaal_ramey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReheNk4By0I/AAAAAAAABdc/4iCTNGD919o/s400/gyllenhaal_ramey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037379770543885122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal attemps to haul one out while on a call. Los Angeles, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReheNU4ByzI/AAAAAAAABdU/PisbaFUSstY/s1600-h/flockhart_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReheNU4ByzI/AAAAAAAABdU/PisbaFUSstY/s400/flockhart_splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037379766248917810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calista Flockhart squishes her beak while pecking around Santa Monica. 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReheNU4ByyI/AAAAAAAABdM/6BYB2UpJmAQ/s1600-h/cruz_inf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReheNU4ByyI/AAAAAAAABdM/6BYB2UpJmAQ/s400/cruz_inf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037379766248917794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope Cruz cruises for a cuzzy at a movie premiere. Cannes, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReheNU4ByxI/AAAAAAAABdE/RPkQiPT_yrM/s1600-h/cross_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReheNU4ByxI/AAAAAAAABdE/RPkQiPT_yrM/s400/cross_splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037379766248917778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcia Cross goes undercover and plunks in a pinky in private. She thought. L.A., 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehfgk4By3I/AAAAAAAABd0/KrYsVnHIw2Q/s1600-h/hudson_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehfgk4By3I/AAAAAAAABd0/KrYsVnHIw2Q/s400/hudson_splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037381196473027442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Hudson picks through the aisles of a sweater shop in Santa Monica, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehf5E4By9I/AAAAAAAABek/eEi04WZKQRc/s1600-h/mcconaughey_ramey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehf5E4By9I/AAAAAAAABek/eEi04WZKQRc/s400/mcconaughey_ramey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037381617379822546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew McConaughey thumbs his way along Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehfgU4By2I/AAAAAAAABds/MCsaHv38iGE/s1600-h/hilton_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehfgU4By2I/AAAAAAAABds/MCsaHv38iGE/s400/hilton_splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037381192178060130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky gets picky (and flips the bird) while picking up some stuff at a drugstore in Beverly Hills, proving that money can't buy class. 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehff04By1I/AAAAAAAABdk/qWZO41Vi5fY/s1600-h/hawke_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehff04By1I/AAAAAAAABdk/qWZO41Vi5fY/s400/hawke_bg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037381183588125522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan Hawke does the thumb-pinch eyebrow-raising pull, while strolling with a mystery blonde and his son. 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehZg04BytI/AAAAAAAABck/7PNXoxmFaIk/s400/berry_splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037374603698227922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halle Berry digs for noseberries. L.A., 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReheNE4BywI/AAAAAAAABc8/sqjgkGTBR14/s1600-h/coogan_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReheNE4BywI/AAAAAAAABc8/sqjgkGTBR14/s400/coogan_splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037379761953950466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British comic Steve Coogan charges in for a boogie. L.A., 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehf5E4By8I/AAAAAAAABec/-ENcqgoATGc/s1600-h/rush_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rehf5E4By8I/AAAAAAAABec/-ENcqgoATGc/s400/rush_splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037381617379822530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey Rush with a pinching thrust. West Hollywood, 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehZg04BysI/AAAAAAAABcc/T5itI3Mhyns/s1600-h/barton_pcn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehZg04BysI/AAAAAAAABcc/T5itI3Mhyns/s400/barton_pcn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037374603698227906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischa Barton at Johnny Rocket's, plunges a pinky at a bugger while out for a burger. West Hollywood, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-3781618663540143277?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/3781618663540143277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=3781618663540143277' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/3781618663540143277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/3781618663540143277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/03/digs-for-noseberriescelebrities.html' title='Digs for noseberries(Celebrities)'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RehKiE4BypI/AAAAAAAABcE/YKrwD8TUR2Y/s72-c/sting_splash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-2912736197805478976</id><published>2007-02-28T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:10.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Coolest weapons we don't have</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Phased-Plasma Rifle in the 40-Watt Range (The Terminator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWaiY9xJ2I/AAAAAAAABaE/0QqTYKm_4bo/s1600-h/T800CloseUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWaiY9xJ2I/AAAAAAAABaE/0QqTYKm_4bo/s400/T800CloseUp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036601673891522402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we don't ever see this gun in action, the mere mention of it so blows the mind of Mr. Futterman the Gun Shop Owner that we just know we have to have one. And the fact that the Terminator walks out of the store with enough firepower to invade Cuba and still seems disappointed tells you all you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Noisy Cricket (Men in Black)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWbz49xJ3I/AAAAAAAABaM/DKbo4OXfWOI/s1600-h/BTA5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWbz49xJ3I/AAAAAAAABaM/DKbo4OXfWOI/s400/BTA5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036603074050860914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's pocket-sized but still capable of destroying a city block? (Hint: It's not a drunk Verne Troyer). It's the MIB's surprising li'l Cricket. This isn't a gun to wave around when you want to scare someone, it's one to whip out when you mean business. And think about it—it's dainty, shiny, and fits easily into a handbag. It's the perfect gift for the futuristic warrior woman in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. ZF-1 Assault Weapon (The Fifth Element)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWco49xJ4I/AAAAAAAABaU/_d4vZvx-Rdw/s1600-h/zorggunze4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWco49xJ4I/AAAAAAAABaU/_d4vZvx-Rdw/s400/zorggunze4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036603984583927682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swiss Army Knife of assault rifles. The ZF has rockets, darts, tracer bullets, netting, a flame-thrower, freezing gas-anything and everything you need to destroy the universe. The only problem is, a crate of these bad boys will set you back four ancient, mystical stones each. We don't care if you're the Sultan of Dubai, that's some serious scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Glaive (Krull)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWfD49xJ5I/AAAAAAAABac/kIVhuy_3gSY/s1600-h/krull-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWfD49xJ5I/AAAAAAAABac/kIVhuy_3gSY/s400/krull-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036606647463651218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mystical weapon of unknown origin, the glaive might not be the most versatile weapon on the list—it is, essentially, an over-sized ninja throwing star—but it more than makes up for its shortcomings in style. Even if all you intend to do with it is chop blocks of cheese or scare your cat, you'll look cool doing it. And it'll end an "ultimate Frisbee" match in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Organic gun (eXistenz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWfwo9xJ6I/AAAAAAAABak/86aPmMl1-5U/s1600-h/matrixexistenz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWfwo9xJ6I/AAAAAAAABak/86aPmMl1-5U/s400/matrixexistenz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036607416262797218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not interested in this bizarre weapon because we want to get around metal detectors or anything, we're just really into recycling. What better way to use all those old bones, bits of teeth and gums, and partially rotting flesh you have lying around your house than cobbling them together into a gun? Circle of life, friends. Circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Lightsabers (Star Wars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWgmI9xJ7I/AAAAAAAABas/i8T2khcpHqU/s1600-h/fig5.large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWgmI9xJ7I/AAAAAAAABas/i8T2khcpHqU/s400/fig5.large.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036608335385798578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An elegant weapon, for a more civilized age." Whether your particular brand comes in badass red, noble hero blue, or Samuel L. Jedi purple, the lightsaber is such an intimidator, it can even make a two-foot Muppet seem tough. You don't even have to use it, just flick it on and its unmistakable hum clearly says: "Somebody's walking out of here without a limb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Sick Stick (Minority Report)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWhlI9xJ8I/AAAAAAAABa0/xMGIbEvIyQg/s1600-h/minority_report_2308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWhlI9xJ8I/AAAAAAAABa0/xMGIbEvIyQg/s400/minority_report_2308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036609417717557186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cops in the future have come so far. No longer armed with lame wooden sticks that are only good for tapping on driver's side windows, these new sticks make anyone you touch vomit instantly. Seriously—no tequila, no pictures of Britney Spears' vagina, just a single touch! It's fun, and it'll also double as a convenient time-saver for your bulimic girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Death Blossom (The Last Starfighter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWit49xJ9I/AAAAAAAABa8/NBOn5L8vGCw/s1600-h/gunstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWit49xJ9I/AAAAAAAABa8/NBOn5L8vGCw/s400/gunstar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036610667553040338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, first we need spaceships, obviously, but, c'mon-if the future doesn't at least have spaceships, then we're not even going. And the one thing we want standard issue on all fighters is the ol' "D.B." With a press of a button, your ship goes into a ballistic epileptic fit that decimates anything in the immediate area. It's like a lawn sprinkler of mass destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Iron Giants (The Iron Giant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWj_I9xJ-I/AAAAAAAABbE/3zbZvxEz5Kc/s1600-h/iron_giant.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWj_I9xJ-I/AAAAAAAABbE/3zbZvxEz5Kc/s400/iron_giant.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036612063417411554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be better than a 50-foot robot armed with advanced alien weaponry? One that can also babysit the kids! One part nanny, one part War of the Worlds, the Iron Giant would be the ideal home defense choice for families. Kidnapping would practically be rendered nonexistent if we had these things to chaperone the kids at the park or take them to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The Death Star (Star Wars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWkgY9xJ_I/AAAAAAAABbM/gyE0VDH3tN8/s1600-h/DS1_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWkgY9xJ_I/AAAAAAAABbM/gyE0VDH3tN8/s400/DS1_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036612634648061938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about home defense. The only thing more efficient than owning a weapon to protect your house is actually living inside the weapon. The Death Star can entertain a small country's worth of houseguests, has plenty of parking space, a recycling plant on the premises, and enough firepower to destroy an entire planet. You might want to slap a screen door on some of those thermal exhaust ports, but otherwise you're living in the lap of destructive luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-2912736197805478976?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/2912736197805478976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=2912736197805478976' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/2912736197805478976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/2912736197805478976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-coolest-wepons-we-dont-have.html' title='10 Coolest weapons we don&apos;t have'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/ReWaiY9xJ2I/AAAAAAAABaE/0QqTYKm_4bo/s72-c/T800CloseUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-4630563504325680307</id><published>2007-02-21T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:13.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Christian Tourist Traps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Golgotha Mini Golf - Cave City Kentucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rdxn0sMyeCI/AAAAAAAABPA/3vabmbZUL6U/s1600-h/golmg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rdxn0sMyeCI/AAAAAAAABPA/3vabmbZUL6U/s400/golmg3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034012638409029666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better says family fun than an attraction that translates to “Hill of Skulls” in the original Aramaic? The first nine holes offers such old testament highjinks as the Garden of Eden and Moses parting the Red Sea while the back nine concentrate on the miracles of the new testament. Various angel statues dot the landscape while Christ himself stands watch at the 18th hole…talk about pressure to perform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s evident that the owners were short of funds when creating the park since many of the scenes are recreated with whatever ornaments could easily be found. Small plastic statues of armadillos and poodles are lined up to enter a shoddily constructed ark and elves from the Wal-Mart garden department helpfully stand in for various religious icons. I never knew St. Peter wore lederhosen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, Jesus’s accession into heaven with a golf club has seen better days; when last I visited it shook my soul to see that the place has been closed for a few years and the religious fervor for putt putting on astroturf is slowly being consumed by crabgrass and kudzu. A realtor sign at the front gate confirms that, at least when it comes to golf, religion is for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. God’s Ark of Safety – Frostburg Maryland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rdxn0cMyeBI/AAAAAAAABO4/ybTVxfjG3sE/s1600-h/godsark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rdxn0cMyeBI/AAAAAAAABO4/ybTVxfjG3sE/s400/godsark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034012634114062354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1974 Richard Green kept having visions of a giant ark on the side of a hill. Night after night his sleep was troubled by visions of a gigantic boat filled with all of God’s creatures. Finally Richard decided this was the voice of God instructing him to build a full size replica of Noah’s ark. A few days later, with $300 to spend, Richard started construction on an ark that was 450 feet long, 75 feet wide, and 45 feet high. Work has been slow since it all depends on donations of manpower and materials but, as Richard says, “As God provides, we will build.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 years later, only the steel support structure is completed so far, but architectural drawings show how it will look when finished. Exciting touches include a theater that shows a film about the original vision to build the ark, a 4-story atrium complete with statues of cows and pigs, and a 2 story water cross in which unsaved souls can be baptized. At the current rate of progress the ark should be finished somewhere around the year 2085.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Cross Garden – Prattville Alabama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rdxn0cMyeAI/AAAAAAAABOw/miO4_9XUx24/s1600-h/crossgarden1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rdxn0cMyeAI/AAAAAAAABOw/miO4_9XUx24/s400/crossgarden1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034012634114062338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cross Garden isn’t pretty. It isn’t meant to be. It’s a warning about what awaits if you don’t find Jesus. Hundreds of home made crosses made from telephone poles, 2 by 4’s, and scraps of lumber, stand in the kudzu covered clay. Scrawled across all of them are warning labels of what lies in the afterlife. “Hell is hot, hot, hot” zigzags across one and “No ice water in hell” states another. The number 27 is painted mysteriously over and over again on the crosses, discarded washing machines, and mechanical debris that litter the site. This vista is a testament to a man with a feverous idea in his brain that he had to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creator of this foreboding landscape is W.C. Rice who spent over 20 years creating this masterpiece to the afterlife. He claimed to have been inspired from seeing a cross at his mother’s funeral and just kept on at it like “a bird building a nest.” W.C. passed on 2 years ago but his family says they have no plans to take the Cross Garden down. Indeed the place has become a local tourist attraction for outsider art enthusiasts and perhaps others who just need to be reminded of what is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. New Holy Land Tour – Eureka Springs Arkansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdxoF8MyeHI/AAAAAAAABPo/gIftHoScpW0/s1600-h/jesuswalk02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdxoF8MyeHI/AAAAAAAABPo/gIftHoScpW0/s400/jesuswalk02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034012934761773170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wish you could see what life was really like when Jesus walked the earth in leather flip flops? Well then look no further 'cause the fine folks in Arkansas have got an attraction for you! At the New Holy Land tour you can interact with the Big J and other classic good guys from the bible…or at least local teenagers being paid 7 bucks an hour to pretend to be them. Why travel to the real Mideast and dodge Hezbollah rockets and Israeli artillery strikes when you can stand around a man made pond in Arkansas and pretend it’s the real thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the place could really pack in the crowds if they would add a little more excitement to the place. Show an adulterer getting stoned to death by a crazed crowd. Have a Lot’s Wife salt water taffy stand. Get a zombie Lazarus running amok and trying to eat tourist brains. The possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Super Sized Saviors – various locations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdxoF8MyeGI/AAAAAAAABPg/xTbGQIOkTFQ/s1600-h/jesus1_lintelman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdxoF8MyeGI/AAAAAAAABPg/xTbGQIOkTFQ/s400/jesus1_lintelman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034012934761773154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says USA like oversized icons and what better way to celebrate the Lord than by creating a huge statue of him. Like Godzilla stalking the citizens of Tokyo, these titanic Saviors gaze down upon the masses always ready to stomp a sinner down with an oversized foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites has to be the “Drowning Jesus” in Monroe Ohio, a 62 foot statue of the Savior rising out of a lake with him arms outstretched. I hope someone is able to bring him some giant water wings pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “Christ of the Ozarks” in Eureka Springs Arkansas stands 70 feet tall and appears to have been caught in mid-exercise. Locals call him “Stumpy” because his feet were left off so the statue wouldn’t require a warning light for low flying aircraft. I’m guessing the creators didn’t think a blinking red light on the king of kings’ noggin was such a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the champion of any duel between of the lofty Lords would have to be Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil whose 125 foot height puts him well above any of our local boys. However it’s well known that all foreign Jesus’ statues were created by heathens who will burn eternally in hellfire…so that statue doesn’t count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ave Maria Grotto – Cullman Alabama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rdxn0sMyeDI/AAAAAAAABPI/fiL4iP7q3sY/s1600-h/grottopic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rdxn0sMyeDI/AAAAAAAABPI/fiL4iP7q3sY/s400/grottopic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034012638409029682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Alabama lies a testament to one mans obsession with making tiny things. For over 40 years Benedictine monk Joseph Zoetti labored to reproduce in miniature the great religious sights from all over the world. Packed tightly together over a small area rests very small versions of St. Peters, St. Juan Capistrano, and even the city of Jerusalem. Zoetti made the creations in his spare time from shoveling coal at a power plant and used whatever he could get his hands on; stones, cement, and odd junk he found laying around the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the results are beautiful, there are some rather odd design choices. Because the monk couldn’t visit any of the places he often only used a single photo to guide him on how a building should look. The result is that the size of a single structure varies widely from wall to wall and unknown sides of building would be given windows and doors as the monk saw fit. You’d do well not to mention any of this to the current monks who live there since they tend to get a little miffed at tourists talking trash about their “miraculous miniatures.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Precious Moments Chapel – Carthage Missouri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdxoF8MyeII/AAAAAAAABPw/JRr8MYEBWFE/s1600-h/preciousmoments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdxoF8MyeII/AAAAAAAABPw/JRr8MYEBWFE/s400/preciousmoments.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034012934761773186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely the creepiest place on the list. Built by Sam Butcher, the man who created those big-eyed figurines, the chapel stands proudly in Middle America as a tremendous icon of bad taste. Inside the large chapel is room after room of dead baby angel paintings with those huge eyes all staring down at you. These droopy-eyed monsters all share the same demented look of joy and it was all I could do to keep from screaming out in fear. One painting after another shows these sad eyed waifs cavorting in Heaven until you get the sense that the afterlife is only for kids who die before puberty. In fact the only adult you see in the place is Jesus and even he looks creeped out by all these big-eyed kids looking up at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the joint is a large fountain filled with even more Big Eye kid statues that shoots huge geysers of water every few hours. It’s like being in Vegas at the Bellagio but instead of being surrounded by call girls and 2nd rate singers, you’re surrounded by tourists who think this would be the perfect time for the rapture to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Holy Land USA – Waterbury Connecticut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdxoFcMyeEI/AAAAAAAABPQ/vE9mgGYfLjE/s1600-h/holyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdxoFcMyeEI/AAAAAAAABPQ/vE9mgGYfLjE/s400/holyland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034012926171838530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another landmark created by a man with a vision of the divine. Holy Land sits on a hill overlooking Waterbury like a crumbling version of heaven. A large neon cross still lights up the night sky, casting a soulful glow down onto the town. Built in the late 50’s by John Greco, this conglomeration of the highpoints in biblical history used to be a huge tourist draw in the 60's but fell upon hard times after the death of it’s owner in 1986. Greco willed the entire thing to a group of mysterious nuns who have refused almost all offers of help in maintaining the attraction. As a result the entire thing has been falling apart for 20 years, assaulted by the ravages of time and vandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the property still holds a mysterious power to those who visit. The crumbling vistas of Bethlehem and the barren Garden of Eden are like the results of some epic power struggle between good and evil. Strange catacombs dug into the earth to give “the history of the church” now lend themselves to visions of ogres and molemen, eager to snatch up unwitting tourists. As time marches over the grounds of this strange attraction it only manages to enhance the weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Institute For Creation and Research – Santee California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rdxnz8Myd_I/AAAAAAAABOo/RhjHsnOni8I/s1600-h/CASANcreation18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rdxnz8Myd_I/AAAAAAAABOo/RhjHsnOni8I/s400/CASANcreation18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034012625524127730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a lot of Christian museums out there that show how evolution is just hogwash but most of them come off as laughable because of limitations of budget and a devotion to the Lords “true word” that borders on obsession. The ICR is one of the few that has overcome that problem with its professional, well-designed experience. It’s only when you start looking more closely at the stuff they are presenting that you suddenly realize you’re in the midst of people who don’t go for all that “science mumbo-jumbo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibits at the beginning show how both the Universe and the Earth were created at the same time. Another exhibit shows how the power of Universal Disorder is kept in check by the guiding hand of a higher power. Further on a helpful display shows how the theory of evolution being taught brought Hitler and the Nazi’s into power. Just beyond is a visual representation of the “tree of evolution” with such evil fruit as genocide, bestiality, murder, and the use of drugs all ready for the picking by us scoffers of intelligent design. Oh that nasty, evil, mean ole’ theory of evolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Holyland Experience – Orlando Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdxoFsMyeFI/AAAAAAAABPY/d2JGS5UM8ss/s1600-h/HolylandExperience010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdxoFsMyeFI/AAAAAAAABPY/d2JGS5UM8ss/s400/HolylandExperience010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034012930466805842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topping the list at number one is the country’s only Christian theme park located just minutes away from that evil secular mouse. At Orlando’s Holyland Experience you can chomp down on a “Goliath” burger while you watch Jesus Christ get whipped by Roman guards and then nailed to a cross. This has to be the only place in the world that bills a public execution as “family fun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving your child emotionally scarred for life, why not commemorate the experience with some souvenirs? The Roman shield and sword lets junior pretend to be a member of the ruthless ruling elite over any of his Jew friends while Bearnardo the Scribal Bear helps little Sally explore what life was like in the dark ages. Hey Sally, time to send your brothers off to kill the infidel Muslims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Holyland Experience is the perfect blend of tourism with Christianity. A celebration of the good old days when a man was the Son of God and a woman could get stoned to death for wearing too much jewelry. Don’t forget to bring the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete Source: www.yesbutnobutyes.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-4630563504325680307?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/4630563504325680307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=4630563504325680307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/4630563504325680307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/4630563504325680307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-christian-tourist-traps.html' title='Top Christian Tourist Traps'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rdxn0sMyeCI/AAAAAAAABPA/3vabmbZUL6U/s72-c/golmg3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-706482392761039493</id><published>2007-02-15T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:16.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth-Shattering Nude Scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Diora Baird in Wedding Crashers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdStp8MydwI/AAAAAAAABL0/eYTEuypGj3A/s1600-h/1_2199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdStp8MydwI/AAAAAAAABL0/eYTEuypGj3A/s400/1_2199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031837619725694722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of a "blink and you missed it" moment, but we're betting there were a lot of dry eyes in the house when Diora flopped down topless on a bed during the "wedding sluts" montage. You remember her, she was the one with assets big enough to satisfy as many Wilson brothers as the movie was willing to throw at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Ali Larter in Varsity Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdStqMMydxI/AAAAAAAABL8/RchXjst7GuI/s1600-h/ali_larter_2109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdStqMMydxI/AAAAAAAABL8/RchXjst7GuI/s400/ali_larter_2109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031837624020662034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While not technically nude, Ali and her strategically-placed whipped cream instantly became the stuff of legend and dessert-based fetishes. Of course, leave it to Dawson's Creek to fumble the play—dude, you'll never get such a golden opportunity to offer a girl a banana for her split again. Way to go, forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Heather Graham in Boogie Nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdStqcMydzI/AAAAAAAABMM/Mw1s3IYkBA4/s1600-h/heather_graham_2112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdStqcMydzI/AAAAAAAABMM/Mw1s3IYkBA4/s400/heather_graham_2112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031837628315629362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #4,562 why hanging out with Burt Reynolds rules: With the wave of a finger, he can make Heather Graham slip out of everything but her rollerskates and mount you on a fine Corinthian leather sofa. That's class! And Heather's anything but shy about showing the goods, which is why we love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Kathy Bates in About Schmidt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdStqcMyd0I/AAAAAAAABMU/hMDkAe1L0BE/s1600-h/kathy_bates_2113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdStqcMyd0I/AAAAAAAABMU/hMDkAe1L0BE/s400/kathy_bates_2113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031837628315629378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Bates and Jack Nicholson buck naked in a Jacuzzi. Now, if this were 1968…actually, it'd still be pretty gross. Yes, we're kidding. Consider this a palate-cleanser before we move on to #6. We didn't want you getting all hot and bothered at work. All set? Good. Let's move on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Reese Witherspoon in Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdSudsMyd3I/AAAAAAAABMs/JRX9pniX7uY/s1600-h/reese_witherspoon_2116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdSudsMyd3I/AAAAAAAABMs/JRX9pniX7uY/s400/reese_witherspoon_2116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031838508783925106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this isn't exactly a comedic romp and, honestly, the only thing notable about this movie is Reese's topless scene. And the only thing notable about Reese's topless scene is that, well, this is it, fellas. She's a Serious Actress™ now, so she won't be flaunting the sweater puppies ever again. Grab the opportunity while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Denise Richards in Wild Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdStqMMydyI/AAAAAAAABME/eWYmZinkug8/s1600-h/denise_richards_2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdStqMMydyI/AAAAAAAABME/eWYmZinkug8/s400/denise_richards_2110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031837624020662050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neve Campbell can keep her no-nudity clause, because even she couldn't dampen our appreciation of Wild Things' champagne-drenched threesome. Richards had no problem getting down and dirty, which is why we're still talking about her today. Campbell? Not so much. And before you say Wild Things isn't a comedy, we defy you to watch it without laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Rebecca de Mornay in Risky Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdSudcMyd2I/AAAAAAAABMk/PiuCGvqflFo/s1600-h/rebecca_demornay_2115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdSudcMyd2I/AAAAAAAABMk/PiuCGvqflFo/s400/rebecca_demornay_2115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031838504488957794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was way too much woman for a high school kid to handle—especially a high school-aged Tom Cruise—but her full-frontal nude scene made a man out of every guy who was of appropriate age in 1983, and you know who you are. Not to mention Rebecca also made prostitution cool long before Julia Roberts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. The Pi Delta Pi Girls in Revenge of the Nerds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdSudsMyd4I/AAAAAAAABM0/Wfejg1Iab0s/s1600-h/revenge_ofthe_nerds_2117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdSudsMyd4I/AAAAAAAABM0/Wfejg1Iab0s/s400/revenge_ofthe_nerds_2117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031838508783925122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, every last one of you. When the nerds get the brilliant idea to hook up surveillance cameras in the Pi sorority house, we're treated to a parade of naked, perky extras. This one went for quality and quantity, and scored on both counts. And let's just say Takashi wasn't the only one who learned what "hair pie" meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Phoebe Cates in Fast Times at Ridgemont High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdSudcMyd1I/AAAAAAAABMc/1e-Wupe7ZCk/s1600-h/phoebe_cates_2114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdSudcMyd1I/AAAAAAAABMc/1e-Wupe7ZCk/s400/phoebe_cates_2114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031838504488957778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standard against which teen movie nudity is measured. It may not be the most graphic or revealing, but it had all the key elements: A hot young actress you've been dying to see topless (erm, Phoebe), a completely gratuitous set-up (Judge Reinhold's masturbatory day dream), and a hilarious pay-off (she walks in on him mid-jerk). It's bulletproof, and it's a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Shannon Elizabeth in American Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdSud8Myd5I/AAAAAAAABM8/felb-SpfFTw/s1600-h/shannon_elizabeth_2118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdSud8Myd5I/AAAAAAAABM8/felb-SpfFTw/s400/shannon_elizabeth_2118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031838513078892434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question for the ladies: If you find yourself in a teenage boy's bedroom and he happens to leave the room for a second, do you immediately take off all your clothes and admire yourself in his mirror? No? Exactly. That's why Nadia changed the way we look at movie nude scenes. And that's why you aren't Shannon Elizabeth. Well, that and probably some other things, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-706482392761039493?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/706482392761039493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=706482392761039493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/706482392761039493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/706482392761039493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/02/earth-shattering-nude-scenes.html' title='Earth-Shattering Nude Scenes'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RdStp8MydwI/AAAAAAAABL0/eYTEuypGj3A/s72-c/1_2199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-3388382705366008403</id><published>2007-02-08T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:19.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Most Dangerous Destinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 1. Somalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iJet: 5&lt;br /&gt;Control Risks: Extreme security and travel risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctFycMybMI/AAAAAAAAAr8/82iw38a4i5Q/s1600-h/1_0201travel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctFycMybMI/AAAAAAAAAr8/82iw38a4i5Q/s400/1_0201travel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029190141754895554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. doesn't have an embassy in Somalia, putting American citizens who travel there out of reach of U.S. assistance. Somalia's federal government recently retook control of much of the country from the Union of Islamic Courts, but this could mean less stability ahead, not more. Interclan fighting and attacks on foreigners are frequent, as are abductions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 2. Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;iJet: 5&lt;br /&gt;Control Risks: Extreme security, terrorism and travel risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctGGsMybNI/AAAAAAAAAsE/11aNSST-up0/s1600-h/2_0201travel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctGGsMybNI/AAAAAAAAAsE/11aNSST-up0/s400/2_0201travel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029190489647246546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No region of Iraq is safe for visitors, not even Baghdad’s well-fortified Green Zone. The U.S.-led occupation has not tamed the insurgency, which is most concentrated in the central region that stretches from Tikrit in the north to Hillah in the south. Various criminal gangs and international terrorists are also active in Iraq and civilians die daily in attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 3. Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;iJet: 5&lt;br /&gt;Control Risks: Extreme security, terrorism and travel risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctKxcMybOI/AAAAAAAAAsM/e9yjnYI2qI8/s1600-h/Afghanistan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctKxcMybOI/AAAAAAAAAsM/e9yjnYI2qI8/s400/Afghanistan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029195622133165282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelers face the ongoing threat of kidnapping and assassination in Afghanistan, especially outside of Kabul. Former Taliban and al-Qaida operatives remain at large, and attacks with improvised explosive devices are on the rise. Large areas of the country are heavily land-mined or strewn with unexploded ordnance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 4. Democratic Republic of Congo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;iJet: 5&lt;br /&gt;Control Risks: High security and travel risk; extreme security and travel risk in northeast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctLUMMybRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/sqG7_QHHo4Y/s1600-h/Congo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctLUMMybRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/sqG7_QHHo4Y/s400/Congo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029196219133619474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The civil war has ended and the country held presidential elections last year, but dangers persist. Crime levels are high in the main cities, and strife continues in certain regions, especially the northeastern Ituri district and the provinces of North and South Kivu. U.N. observer forces, located around the country, are unable to prevent pillaging, carjackings, murders, rapes and kidnappings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 5. Côte d’Ivoire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;iJet: 5&lt;br /&gt;Control Risks: High security and travel risk; extreme security and travel risk in rebel-held north and near western border&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctLUcMybSI/AAAAAAAAAss/GZ5AwmOfv58/s1600-h/C%C3%B4te+d%E2%80%99Ivoire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctLUcMybSI/AAAAAAAAAss/GZ5AwmOfv58/s400/C%C3%B4te+d%E2%80%99Ivoire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029196223428586786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a 2002 uprising supposedly ended in 2003, the north of the country remains under the control of armed rebels, and sporadic fighting has taken place in Abidjan, the commercial capital. The overall security situation remains potentially volatile, according to the State Department. Control Risks says that the rebellion exacerbated a rise in violent crime, including carjackings and armed robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 6. Pakistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;iJet: 4&lt;br /&gt;Control Risks: High security and terrorism risk; extreme security and travel risk in tribal areas bordering Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctMA8MybUI/AAAAAAAAAs8/zmCxXpjATE8/s1600-h/Pakistan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctMA8MybUI/AAAAAAAAAs8/zmCxXpjATE8/s400/Pakistan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029196987932765506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domestic Islamic extremist groups, most of which are tied to al-Qaida, pose a serious risk to foreign companies and their workers. Car bombs, gun and grenade attacks and suicide bombings are aimed at Western targets, domestic politicians and local religious minorities and have frequently killed civilians. The capital, Islamabad, and tribal areas bordering Afghanistan are particularly dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 7. Burundi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; iJet: 4&lt;br /&gt;Control Risks: High security and travel risk; extreme security and travel risk in provinces of Cibitoke, Bubanza and Bujumbura Rural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctKxcMybPI/AAAAAAAAAsU/2x1UdzmiU50/s1600-h/Burundi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctKxcMybPI/AAAAAAAAAsU/2x1UdzmiU50/s400/Burundi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029195622133165298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of poor security, few foreign workers remain in Burundi. A civil war that began in 1993 is ongoing, with rebel factions engaging in intense fighting with government forces. The parties agreed to a September 2006 ceasefire, but many of its provisions have not been implemented, and the rebels remain able to attack the capital, Bujumbura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 8. Sri Lanka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;iJet: 4&lt;br /&gt;Control Risks: Extreme security and travel risk and a high terrorism risk in Tamil-majority north and east; medium security, terrorism and travel risk in remainder of country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctMA8MybVI/AAAAAAAAAtE/F4jK8CCUyYA/s1600-h/Sri+Lanka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctMA8MybVI/AAAAAAAAAtE/F4jK8CCUyYA/s400/Sri+Lanka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029196987932765522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lush tropical beauty once made Sri Lanka a popular holiday destination, but a ceasefire between the government and the separatist Tamil Tigers broke down last year, making the country a new addition to our danger list. While foreigners are not directly targeted, the risk of becoming collateral damage is rising in the north and northeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 9. Haiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;iJet: 5&lt;br /&gt;Control Risks: High security and travel risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctLUcMybTI/AAAAAAAAAs0/bQJJfZ3TDLs/s1600-h/Haiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctLUcMybTI/AAAAAAAAAs0/bQJJfZ3TDLs/s400/Haiti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029196223428586802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no effective police force in Haiti, where the State Department calls the danger of kidnappings “chronic and growing.” General elections in February 2006 brought about some political stability, aided by the presence of 8,000 U.N. peacekeeping troops. But violence persists, says Control Risks, thanks in part to the proliferation of firearms, an inefficient judiciary and police corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 10. Lebanon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;iJet: 5&lt;br /&gt;Control Risks: High risk in at least one category and region&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctMBMMybWI/AAAAAAAAAtM/0TDgI-3Q_vU/s1600-h/Lebanon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctMBMMybWI/AAAAAAAAAtM/0TDgI-3Q_vU/s400/Lebanon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029196992227732834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hostilities with Israel ended last August, but political tensions within Lebanon have been on the rise. The armed Shiite group Hezbollah (also a political party in Lebanon) maintains a strong presence in many areas, and other extremist groups are active in Tripoli, Sidon and Palestinian refugee camps. In the south, the danger of encountering land mines and unexploded ordnance is significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Elisabeth Eaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-3388382705366008403?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/3388382705366008403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=3388382705366008403' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/3388382705366008403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/3388382705366008403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-most-dangerous-destinations.html' title='10 Most Dangerous Destinations'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RctFycMybMI/AAAAAAAAAr8/82iw38a4i5Q/s72-c/1_0201travel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-3561410006230428299</id><published>2007-02-05T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:21.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Most Powerful Women</title><content type='html'>#1 Condoleezza Rice&lt;br /&gt;Secretary of state&lt;br /&gt;U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd5qwucqNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Xic4rInNshk/s1600-h/MTNG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd5qwucqNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Xic4rInNshk/s400/MTNG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028121284523632850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the first African-American woman to become the U.S. secretary of state. She advises the leader of the world's largest superpower and has an unparalleled level of trust with and access to the president. And she has served two other U.S. presidents, George H.W. Bush and Ronald Reagan. For all of these reasons, and more, Rice, 50, is the most powerful woman in the world.&lt;br /&gt;After a four-year role as national security adviser, Rice assumed the mantle of secretary of state in January. Rice has played a key, behind-the-scenes role in all of President George W. Bush's major decisions. "During the last four years, I've relied on her counsel, benefited from her great experience and appreciated her sound and steady judgment," the president said when announcing Rice's promotion. Bush needs her now more than ever, as his approval ratings and credibility sag, his domestic agenda is stalled, and the country grows more bitterly divided over the war in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her steely nerve and delicate manners (she has been called the "Warrior Princess"), Rice lately has reinvigorated her position with diplomatic activism, whether it's promoting Israel's withdrawal from the Gaza Strip to ease the Palestinian conflict, or encouraging six-party talks to get North Korea to stop its pursuit of nuclear weapons, or trying to stop Sudan's genocide—to the point where her diplomatic party was recently roughed up by Sudan's strongmen. Rice also has close relationships with world leaders, having accompanied the president on numerous trips to Europe and Iraq. Rice has visited 31 countries and logged in over 119,000 miles by midyear. An unofficial Web site proclaims, "Condoleezza Rice for President 2008," which might be a long-shot idea. But a run by Rice for the presidency would make history in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;—Tatiana Serafin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Wu Yi&lt;br /&gt;Vice Premier, minister of health&lt;br /&gt;China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd6UAucqSI/AAAAAAAAAas/_pOMjYQcEAc/s1600-h/GGD7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd6UAucqSI/AAAAAAAAAas/_pOMjYQcEAc/s400/GGD7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028121993193236770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having risen up the ranks of China's Communist Party leadership since 1962, Wu Yi, 66, became a member of the Central Committee in 2002, adding the post of minister of health in 2003. Wu Yi has been busy this year as she helps China battle disgruntled textile manufacturers, due to the lifting of World Trade Organization quotas. In a bold June speech in Hong Kong, Wu Yi called for an end to politicizing economic issues. One key move by her country should help here. Bowing to international pressure, in July China revalued the yuan by a modest 2.1%, scrapping the yuan's ten-year-old peg to the U.S. dollar and replacing it with a tightly managed float against a basket of unspecified foreign currencies, in which the dollar will likely occupy a prominent place.&lt;br /&gt;—T.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Yulia Tymoshenko&lt;br /&gt;Former prime minister&lt;br /&gt;Ukraine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd7kQucqVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/XS8FVkIvmcU/s1600-h/PGEZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd7kQucqVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/XS8FVkIvmcU/s400/PGEZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028123371877738834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tymoshenko, 44, was one of the leaders of Ukraine's Orange Revolution last fall that toppled a stagnant, corrupt regime. For her support, the country's new president, Victor Yushchenko, appointed her prime minister, a post she is using forcefully to shake up Ukrainian oligarchs. Her bold moves to re-privatize industrial assets, allegedly bought on the cheap by billionaires like Rinat Akhmetov and Victor Pinchuk, have met with criticism both inside and outside Ukraine. The discontent has finally caught up with her. Tymoshenko was sacked by Yuschenko in September. But don't count her out quite yet. Tymoshenko is used to controversy, having fallen out with the sitting government in 2001, leading to her arrest and later dismissal. She will be back in parliamentary elections scheduled for March 2006.&lt;br /&gt;—T.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Gloria Arroyo&lt;br /&gt;President&lt;br /&gt;Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd56gucqOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/qjgyG9l9JZE/s1600-h/1YDI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd56gucqOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/qjgyG9l9JZE/s400/1YDI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028121555106572514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arroyo, 58, is now fighting to hold on to her job as the opposition party seeks to file impeachment charges against her over a series of scandals, and her attempts to fix Manila's weak finances are falling apart, causing frustrated technocrats to bolt from her government. After donning the mantle of president in 2001, Arroyo tried to work diligently on her governing platform, which includes the eradication of poverty, which helped her win re-election in 2004. Nevertheless, despite a growing economy (in 2004, the Philippines economy grew an estimated 6.1%, up from 4.7% in 2003), Arroyo's stewardship has been burdened by a Muslim insurgency and the Philippines' designation as the second most corrupt country in Asia, according to a survey of businessmen conducted by the Hong Kong-based Political and Economic Risk Consultancy. Arroyo, a former classmate of Bill Clinton's at Georgetown University and a onetime economics professor, is currently under investigation by lawmakers into allegations she cheated to win last year's election; to date Arroyo has declined to testify before her government's Congress.&lt;br /&gt;—T.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Margaret (Meg) Whitman&lt;br /&gt;Chief executive, eBay&lt;br /&gt;U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd6TwucqQI/AAAAAAAAAac/LE4LZ3I-DgE/s1600-h/5AW7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd6TwucqQI/AAAAAAAAAac/LE4LZ3I-DgE/s400/5AW7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028121988898269442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ruler of the world's biggest online auction site, Whitman, 49, has successfully beaten back stiff competition from Amazon.com and Yahoo!. To do that, she has swiftly fixed any problems, has faithfully tried to weed out the fakes on her site and has posted a consistent flow of profits, making eBay the world's most valuable Internet brand. All this is to be expected. Whitman has an impressive, blue-chip résumé, with executive stints at Hasbro, the Walt Disney Co. and Bain &amp; Co., among others. Whitman also serves on the boards of eBay as well as DreamWorks Animation, Procter &amp;amp; Gamble and the Gap. Despite her stock's volatility, her personal holdings are valued at $1.6 billion, making Whitman one of the richest people on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;—Anne Mintz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Anne Mulcahy&lt;br /&gt;Chief executive officer, Xerox&lt;br /&gt;U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd7kQucqWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/IHQK_zmZE0k/s1600-h/VI6W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd7kQucqWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/IHQK_zmZE0k/s400/VI6W.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028123371877738850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having pulled Xerox out of a near-fatal slump in 2002, Mulcahy, 52, is now looking to get her company back to the top of the tech world. Her ideas: color printing and lucrative consulting services. It's a tough space to exist in, with competitors like HP, Kodak and Dell battling for pieces of the printing, copying and services businesses. To highlight how Xerox has changed, Mulcahy, who took over the top job in 2001, has yanked the company's tagline, "The Document Company," in favor of going solo with the Xerox name. A Xerox veteran, she started as a lowly field-sales rep 30 years ago. Working at Xerox is all in the family for Mulcahy. Her husband is a retired Xerox exec, and her older brother now runs the global services group. One of the few elite women to run a top public company, Mulcahy is a coveted choice on corporate boards, serving on the boards of Citigroup and Target.&lt;br /&gt;—Chana R. Schoenberger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Sallie Krawcheck&lt;br /&gt;Chief financial officer, Citigroup&lt;br /&gt;U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd6TwucqRI/AAAAAAAAAak/ItnNwJZ0YT4/s1600-h/DFBE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd6TwucqRI/AAAAAAAAAak/ItnNwJZ0YT4/s400/DFBE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028121988898269458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This former equity analyst, dubbed "Mrs. Clean" thanks to her frank demeanor and focus on ethics, has risen at a blistering speed to the top ranks on Wall Street. After two years heading Smith Barney, the business unit containing Citigroup's previously ailing equity research and global private-client groups, Krawcheck, 40, was tapped to be the finance chief of Citigroup. She is viewed as one of the company's next generation of leaders and is undoubtedly one of the most influential women on Wall Street. Her power may increase as upheaval in the top ranks roils her company, notably, the imminent departure of Citigroup President Robert Willumstad. But Krawcheck has been regarded as a stabilizing force. So far, the former Sanford C. Bernstein chief executive has received good grades for restoring the reputation of a division tarnished by charges of "spinning" initial public offerings and biased stock recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;—Victoria Murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Brenda Barnes&lt;br /&gt;Chief executive officer, Sara Lee&lt;br /&gt;U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd7kQucqXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/O2pvCmTQyFQ/s1600-h/WE3E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd7kQucqXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/O2pvCmTQyFQ/s400/WE3E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028123371877738866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnes, 51, became chief executive earlier this year after Sara Lee announced a major restructuring that included the planned sale of product lines totaling $8.2 billion in revenue. At the same time, Barnes is tackling corporate inefficiencies by encouraging shared purchasing between divisions and less bureaucracy. Barnes raised eyebrows when she left PepsiCo in 1998 to spend more time with her family. Ever since Barnes got back on the "on-ramp" into the corporate world, she has been the most oft-cited example in the business press of a woman who ditched her corporate career to spend time with her family, only to regain corporate power.&lt;br /&gt;—V.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Chairman, Harpo&lt;br /&gt;U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd6UAucqTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nkdiSyRRHu0/s1600-h/O0ZT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd6UAucqTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nkdiSyRRHu0/s400/O0ZT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028121993193236786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a net worth of more than $1 billion, an Academy Award nomination, a hit television show, a successful magazine (O, The Oprah Magazine) and a cable channel (Oxygen Media), there seems to be little else that Winfrey, 51, can do to add to her status as an international media phenomenon. According to her spokesperson, The Oprah Winfrey Show, launched in 1986, is aired in 112 countries, which includes the United States. Winfrey is also a vocal advocate for the education and well-being of women and children around the world, giving to those in need via Oprah's Angel Network and her personal charity, the Oprah Winfrey Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;—Suzanne Hoppough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 Melinda Gates&lt;br /&gt;Co-founder, The Bill &amp; Melinda Gates Foundation&lt;br /&gt;U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd7kAucqUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/aSvJyjk2a_0/s1600-h/7UR5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd7kAucqUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/aSvJyjk2a_0/s400/7UR5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028123367582771522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbers are both staggering and disturbing. Millions of children die every year of diseases that are preventable. Just half of all African-American and Hispanic students graduate from high school. Thousands of homeless people sleep on the streets every night. These are the statistics that have so distressed Melinda Gates, 41, and her husband, billionaire and Microsoft co-founder Bill Gates, that the two started an endowment, now at $28.8 billion, to fight for better health care and education for the poor around the world, as well as for at-risk families in Washington State and Oregon. Gates is also on the boards of The Washington Post Co. and drugstore.com.&lt;br /&gt;—A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: forbes.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-3561410006230428299?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/3561410006230428299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=3561410006230428299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/3561410006230428299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/3561410006230428299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-10-most-powerful-women.html' title='Top 10 Most Powerful Women'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/Rcd5qwucqNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Xic4rInNshk/s72-c/MTNG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-4421752543920171157</id><published>2007-02-02T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:26.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Expensive Hotel Rooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 14. The Peninsula Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peninsula Suite&lt;br /&gt;$5,000 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOMVgucqKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Mm6cA79kBWY/s1600-h/hk1_415x334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOMVgucqKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Mm6cA79kBWY/s400/hk1_415x334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027015910265497762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 26th-floor Peninsula Suite at the Hong Kong Peninsula was built with spooks in mind. Since many of the visitors to the suite are diplomats and heads of state, both the CIA and M15 were consulted on the design to ensure maximum security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we can't confirm whether or not the room is bugged, the room has direct access to the hotel's helipad for quick getaways, and there is also a security guard's room down the hallway. (The hotel can't reveal what else the CIA and M15 suggested, due to security reasons.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOMCgucqJI/AAAAAAAAAX8/k0hZdUxdrPU/s1600-h/hk2_415x271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOMCgucqJI/AAAAAAAAAX8/k0hZdUxdrPU/s400/hk2_415x271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027015583847983250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rent the suite and one of these babies can be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guests of the suite also have access to a 24-hour butler and a Rolls-Royce on standby. The suite has one master bedroom but can be converted to a seven-bedroom spread with adjoining rooms. The rooms are sleek and modern, with double-height ceilings and liberal use of pale, natural materials such as marble and limestone. The windows in the sitting area are floor-to-ceiling and offer views of the city, and the suite also has a fitness room, private study, dining room and kitchen as well as a terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Peninsula Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;Salisbury Road, Tsim Sha Tsui&lt;br /&gt;Kowloon, Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 852 2920-2888&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 852 2722-4399&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 13. Claridge'sThe Brook Penthouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Davies Penthouse&lt;br /&gt;$5,482 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOLKwucqGI/AAAAAAAAAXk/9zcZAxqr-4A/s1600-h/london_davis_415x287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOLKwucqGI/AAAAAAAAAXk/9zcZAxqr-4A/s400/london_davis_415x287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027014626070276194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honor, or should we say honour, of the most expensive hotel room in London technically belongs to the three-bedroom Royal Suite of the Lanesborough Hotel, which is 4,500 pounds, or $6,407, a night. However, the suite is being renovated and will not be open until April 2002. So the winner by default is the penthouse suite of Claridge's (there are actually two), and both come with a personal butler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Davies Penthouse is a two-bedroom suite decorated in a traditional style, complete with fireplaces, marble fixtures and hardwood floors. The sitting room has a barrel-vaulted ceiling and is decorated in shades of yellow. The Davies Penthouse also has a terrace, and both bedrooms feature four-poster beds and separate dressing rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOLlAucqHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/qiMNZVNQsNU/s1600-h/london_brook_415x287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOLlAucqHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/qiMNZVNQsNU/s400/london_brook_415x287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027015077041842290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brook Penthouse is designed in an Art Deco style, with shades of mauve, pale oak floors and original 1930s fixtures. The sitting room has floor-to-ceiling French doors that open to a roof terrace, and the suite also has a dining room with its own cocktail bar and cloakroom. Both penthouses are £3,850 (approximately $5,482).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claridge´s&lt;br /&gt;Brook Street&lt;br /&gt;London, England&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 44 20 7629 8860&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 44 20 7499 2210&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: info@claridges.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 12. The Bellagio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellagio Villas&lt;br /&gt;$6,000 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOKbQucqDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/oVLTUbaNnZk/s1600-h/vegas2_415x271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOKbQucqDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/oVLTUbaNnZk/s400/vegas2_415x271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027013810026489906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were surprised that the most expensive hotel room in Las Vegas--a private villa at the Bellagio--is only $6,000 a night, but hotels in Sin City are always lower than average since hoteliers know the real money will be blown on gambling. The Bellagio has nine separate villas in a quiet corner of the property. Each villa has a private terrace and pool, which is surrounded by topiary shrubs, chaise lounges and outdoor tables. Every villa has a private butler service and private limousine entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOK5gucqEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gXXfaOv35_U/s1600-h/vegas1_415x273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOK5gucqEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gXXfaOv35_U/s400/vegas1_415x273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027014329717532738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villas are both two and three bedrooms and come with a kitchen, dining room and fully stocked bar according to guests' preferences. The master bathrooms have his-and-hers bathrooms and steam showers and are stocked with Hermes bath products. Whoever designed the guest-to-bathroom ratio, as well as guest-to-telephone, had excess in mind. The two-bedroom suites have five bathrooms and 11 telephones, while the three-bedrooms have seven bathrooms and 12 telephones. Two-bedroom villas are $5,000 per night, while the three-bedrooms are $6,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellagio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;3600 S. Las Vegas Blvd.&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas, Nev.&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (702) 693-7111&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: guestservices@bellagiolasvegas.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 11. Burj Al Arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royal Suites&lt;br /&gt;$6,850 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOJ7AucqBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dYPcjCEgkqw/s1600-h/uae_415x311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOJ7AucqBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dYPcjCEgkqw/s400/uae_415x311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027013255975708690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Elton John and Donatella Versace teamed up to create a hotel, it would probably look a lot like Dubai's Burj Al Arab, which describes itself as "tremendously bold." The hotel's two Royal Suites are a gleeful explosion of all things gold, glittery and marble. Then again, what would you expect from a hotel that is shaped like a billowing sail and is the tallest hotel in the world (1,053 feet high, only slightly smaller than the Empire State Building)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put the Royal Suites in context, the Burj Al Arab also has its own submarine ride to an underwater restaurant complete with shark-infested aquarium, and it is built on top of a manmade island (merely crossing the bridge will cost you $55). Guests are met at the airport in a Rolls-Royce Silver Seraph. The two Royal Suites, located on the 25th floor, are split-level rooms joined by a private elevator. The rooms feature a private cinema, whirlpool baths and rotating beds. Each room also has a meeting room, dining room, dressing room and butler's room with a separate entrance. The décor is a mix of Greek, Arabic and over-the-top Italian as interpreted by Versace (some of the bed linens are indeed Versace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burj Al Arab&lt;br /&gt;Jumeirah Beach&lt;br /&gt;Dubai, United Arab Emirates&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 971 4 301 7266&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 971 4 301 7001&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: reservations@burj-al-arab.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 10. Hotel Meurice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle Etoile Suite&lt;br /&gt;$7,300 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOJCwucp_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/NG3iQ3v75LU/s1600-h/paris1_415x274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOJCwucp_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/NG3iQ3v75LU/s400/paris1_415x274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027012289608067058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most expensive Parisian hotel room is the Belle Etoile Suite at the Hotel Meurice, located on the Rue de Rivoli. This penthouse suite is reached via private elevator, where it opens onto a marble entry hall. The entire suite is decorated in a Charles X style--heavy drapery, intricate wood paneling with gilt edges, chandeliers and murals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOJDAucqAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2fTR5WvP7wQ/s1600-h/paris2_415x274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOJDAucqAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2fTR5WvP7wQ/s400/paris2_415x274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027012293903034370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white-marble bathroom has double sinks and a round Jacuzzi tub, as well as panoramic views of the city (yes, the windows have shades). The 2,960-square-foot terrace has stone tiles, potted shrubs and a 360-degree view of Paris. The rate is 8,400 euros per night (approximately $7,300).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Meurice&lt;br /&gt;228 rue de Rivoli&lt;br /&gt;75001 Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 33 44-58-10-10&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 33 44-58-10-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 9. The Çirağan Palace Hotel Kempinski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sultan's Suite&lt;br /&gt;$7,500 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOHoQucp-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/W_cqm0d0xyk/s1600-h/istanbul2_415x257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOHoQucp-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/W_cqm0d0xyk/s400/istanbul2_415x257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027010734829905890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Çirağan Palace Hotel Kempinski in Istanbul, located along the Bosporus, was originally the home of the last Ottoman sultans, and different incarnations of the property have been built (and torn down) since the 16th century. The building was bought by the Kempinski hotel group in 1986 and underwent a renovation in 1991. Today, the hotel comprises two structures (the actual palace and the new hotel), and the Sultan's Suite is the most expensive room there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOHoAucp9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ygU6oLLPgiI/s1600-h/istanbul1_336x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOHoAucp9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ygU6oLLPgiI/s400/istanbul1_336x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027010730534938578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire hotel is decorated in an opulent Arabic style, with marble, gold and mother-of- pearl accents, together with silk and velvet drapes, gilt chairs and crystal chandeliers. The Sultan's Palace Suite, located in the palace building, is 5,000 square feet. The two-bedroom suite comes with its own butler, and the floor-to-ceiling windows have a direct view of the Bosphorus. The master bedroom is decorated in deep red and gold, with silk-covered walls, a large sitting area and a crystal chandelier. The living room is done in shades of yellow and cream, with mosaic tile accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Çirağan Palace Hotel Kempinski&lt;br /&gt;Çirağan Caddesi&lt;br /&gt;Istanbul, Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 90 212 2 58 33 77&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 90 212 259 66 87&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: reserve@ciraganpalace.com.tr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 8.  Regent Beverly Wilshire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penthouse Suite&lt;br /&gt;$7,500 per night&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOFowucp7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/_Wb2wU7TR-I/s1600-h/beverly1_415x312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOFowucp7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/_Wb2wU7TR-I/s400/beverly1_415x312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027008544396584882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Regent Beverly Wilshire is the grande dame of L.A. hotels and happens to be the same age as the Academy Awards--72 years old. Like all things L.A., the Wilshire has recently undergone an extensive face-lift and just last year added the Penthouse Suite. Located on the 14th floor of the Beverly Wing, the 5,000-square-foot Penthouse Suite features three bedrooms, a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOFwwucp8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/6ncLXxWYbYg/s1600-h/beverly2_246x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOFwwucp8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/6ncLXxWYbYg/s400/beverly2_246x350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027008681835538370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wraparound balcony, a formal dining room, living room, kitchen and den, and is decorated with contemporary furniture. The master bathroom has floor-to-ceiling windows and two glass-enclosed showers. And, luckily for those times when you decide to use the remote control combination toilet/bidet with a heated seat, there are also remote control operated blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the perks that come with this $7,500-a-night suite is that it is stocked with your favorite things before you get there, thanks to a pre-stay "interview." "If a guest likes lilies, we will fill the room beforehand," says public relations director Deborah Damask. "And if the King of Swaziland is coming to stay, we will have a direct satellite TV with all of his favorite channels from Swaziland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Regent Beverly Wilshire&lt;br /&gt;9500 Wilshire Blvd.&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Hills, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (310) 275-5200&lt;br /&gt;Fax: (310) 274-2851&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 7.  The Fairmont Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penthouse Suite&lt;br /&gt;$10,000 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOEiAucp5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/9yxsOSmGcNE/s1600-h/sf1_415x333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOEiAucp5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/9yxsOSmGcNE/s400/sf1_415x333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027007328920840082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6,000-square-foot Penthouse Suite at the Fairmont Hotel on San Francisco's Nob Hill takes up the entire eighth floor of the hotel and has three bedrooms, a dining room that holds 50 people, an eat-in kitchen and a two-story, domed library with a ceiling painted with the constellations. There is also a billiards room covered floor-to-ceiling in Persian tiles, and four fireplaces inlaid with lapis lazuli. The bathroom fixtures are made of 24 karat gold, and a secret passageway is concealed behind the bookshelves on the library's second floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOEiQucp6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/yoNfbZKPGos/s1600-h/sf2_415x334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOEiQucp6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/yoNfbZKPGos/s400/sf2_415x334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027007333215807394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the red room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous guests who have used the suite include former Secretary of State Edward Stettinius, who used the Penthouse Suite in 1945 as his temporary headquarters when the United Nations charter was being drafted, and Sean Connery, who received a memorable onscreen haircut here in the 1996 action thriller The Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fairmont San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;950 Mason St.&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (415) 772-5000&lt;br /&gt;Fax: (415) 772-5013&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: sanfrancisco@fairmont.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 6. Hotel Cala di Volpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidential Suite&lt;br /&gt;$13,879 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOD9Qucp4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/lrSTG-bBENM/s1600-h/sardinia_415x330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOD9Qucp4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/lrSTG-bBENM/s400/sardinia_415x330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027006697560647554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Costa Smeralda ("Emerald Coast"), on the eastern coast of Sardinia, became famous during the 1960s when the Aga Khan bought it and convinced his jet-set friends to start building villas and a yacht club on the beautiful but previously undeveloped island. The coast also served as the backdrop to the 1977 James Bond film The Spy Who Loved Me. One of the Aga Khan's acquisitions was the 100-room Hotel Cala di Volpe, where the late Princess Margaret celebrated her 37th birthday in 1967.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The split-level Presidential Suite, which is located in the hotel's tower, has three bedrooms, three bathrooms and two sitting rooms. The highlight is the private, outdoor saltwater pool on the second floor. The style is rustic but luxurious, with whitewashed walls, exposed beams, thick down cushions and wooden accents. The bed frames are wrought iron, and the tiles are hand- painted ceramic. The suite also has its own gazebo and solarium, as well as a DVD library and Bang &amp; Olufsen stereos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Cala di Volpe&lt;br /&gt;Costa Smeralda, Sardinia&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 39 0789 976 1111 or 800-325-3589&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 39 0789 976 617&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 5. Westin Excelsior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villa La Cupola&lt;br /&gt;$14,312 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOArAucp3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/N3CQXKiyroU/s1600-h/rome1_322x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOArAucp3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/N3CQXKiyroU/s400/rome1_322x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027003085493151602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome's "Villa La Cupola" suite within the Westin Excelsior has all things Roman and excessive--a cupola, a Pompeii-style Jacuzzi pool, frescoes and stained glass windows--except, perhaps, a vomatorium. Located on the fifth and sixth floor underneath the cupola of the hotel (which was made famous by Fellini's movies), the suite covers 6,099 square feet and has an additional 1,808 square feet of balconies and terraces. While it only has two bedrooms, five more can be joined to it. The entire suite was just remodeled in 1998 for a cost of around $7 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did the face-lift entail? The cupola itself is entirely hand-frescoed, and the fifth floor features the master bedroom, a terraced study that was paneled in Italian walnut and a living room. The stained glass windows in the living room detail allegories of a mythological figure paired with a modern one, such as Atlas and Television, Hypnosis and Neurosis, Hermes and Marketing, and Hermaphrodite and Fashion. The downstairs also has a private kitchen, and the dining room features an antique Murano glass chandelier, a private wine cabinet and an antique mosaic-tile-covered dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the beginning. What really makes this suite over the top is a private cinema with Dolby surround sound. Such luxury makes even the private elevator that leads up to the fitness area and Jacuzzi--complete with mosaic floors, vaulted ceilings and frescoes--seem ordinary. (The painted horizons on the frescoes were designed to match perfectly with the real Roman one.) Now that's living la dolce vita. The suite with two bedrooms costs 11,400 euros (approximately $9,880); with the five optional bedrooms the price is 16,500 euros ($14,312).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Westin Excelsior&lt;br /&gt;Via Vittoria Veneto 125&lt;br /&gt;Rome, Italy&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 39 064 7081 or 800 228-3000&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 39 064 826 205&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 4. The Plaza Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidential Suite&lt;br /&gt;$15,000 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOAWgucp2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/L21w6vj2NYg/s1600-h/ny_415x319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOAWgucp2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/L21w6vj2NYg/s400/ny_415x319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027002733305833314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years ago, the Presidential Suite at the Plaza was often used as Gourmet magazine's test kitchen. Today, you won't see editors scurrying around the French- chateaux-style suite but wealthy businessmen (the suite is rarely used by celebrities) or families who need a pied-à-terre as their home is being remodeled. The 7,802-square-foot suite covers nearly the entire 18th floor of the Plaza, with views overlooking Central Park. The walls are covered in silk, the reception area has a 10-foot-wide stained glass window and the hand-painted piano depicts scenes from the French countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suite has five bedrooms, five and a half bathrooms, two living rooms, a dining room, powder room and sauna. There are also three marble fireplaces, a terrace and a 2,000-bottle wine cellar (guests are charged extra for indulging). The Presidential Suite also comes with the use of a secretary/butler (who get their own office), and the Plaza's chefs are at your disposal. Of course, many who stay there prefer to bring their own personal chef with them, so feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plaza&lt;br /&gt;768 Fifth Ave.&lt;br /&gt;New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (212) 759-3000&lt;br /&gt;Fax: ( 212) 759-3167&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 3. The Martinez Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidential Suite&lt;br /&gt;$18,000 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcN_lAucp0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/xA4jnyCRkbM/s1600-h/cannes1_415x250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcN_lAucp0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/xA4jnyCRkbM/s400/cannes1_415x250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027001882902308674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Martinez Hotel in Cannes likes superlatives and bills itself as having the biggest, most expensive and only terraced penthouse suite on the Cote d'Azur. Perhaps some of this is Gallic swagger, but the price of the suites--$18,000--certainly makes them one of the most expensive in Europe. Both penthouse suites are 8,000 square feet and are decorated in the hotel's signature Art Deco style, with streamlined furniture, silk curtains and teak parquet floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many of the hotel's rooms are painted in bright colors (peach, lime green), the penthouse suites are decorated in muted, understated tones (brown, cream and tan). Each suite has two bedrooms, a Turkish bath, kitchen, personal sauna and views of the Lerins Islands as well as the entire Bay of Cannes. The wraparound terrace is 2,000 square feet and can comfortably hold 100 people. It also has a Jacuzzi. Technophiles will appreciate the Bose plasma screen televisions and telephones and the DVD library. A private butler is on call 24 hours a day, and other amenities include use of a limousine, open bar and the option to join both suites into one très grand apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcN_lQucp1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/6qePNHGEKPI/s1600-h/cannes2_415x297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcN_lQucp1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/6qePNHGEKPI/s400/cannes2_415x297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027001887197275986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overarching attitude for the suite is "never say no to anything," which we hope is the case when you're paying $18,000. One Saudi sheik liked the suite so much he wanted to rent it for five years. The hotel said non.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martinez Hotel&lt;br /&gt;73 La Croisette&lt;br /&gt;Cannes, France&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 33 92 98 73 00&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 33 93 39 67 82&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: martinez@concorde-hotels.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 2. President Wilson Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Imperial Suite&lt;br /&gt;$23,000 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcN_EAucpzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/iAuon8It2z0/s1600-h/geneva_311x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcN_EAucpzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/iAuon8It2z0/s400/geneva_311x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027001315966625586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mainarttxt"&gt;At the sleek, modern President Wilson Hotel in Geneva, security takes as much precedence as luxury. Faster than you can say "Frette linens," the hotel's staff reassures guests that the security in the Imperial Suite is among the best in the world, ideal for celebrities or traveling heads of states who visit the United Nations headquarters next door at the Palais Wilson. (Considering how tight-lipped the hotel management was about the suite, guests can be assured of total secrecy.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mainarttxt"&gt;The Imperial Suite, which takes up the entire top floor of the hotel, is reached via a private elevator and has four bedrooms, all of which overlook Lake Geneva. The suite is decorated in a contemporary style, with marble and hardwood floors, and the bay windows overlook Lake Geneva and Mont Blanc. Off of the master bedroom is a dressing room as well as a study, and the suite has five bathrooms, all with mosaic marble floor, and a Jacuzzi and steam bath in the main bath. The living room has a billiards table, a library and a cocktail lounge with a view of the water fountain, and can accommodate 40 people. The dining room seats 26 people around an oval mahogany table. For the security-conscious or merely the paranoid, the Imperial Suite is also equipped with bulletproof windows and doors. The price of the hotel is 40,000 Swiss francs (approximately $23,600). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mainarttxt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The President Wilson Hotel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;47, Quai Wilson, 1211&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Geneva, Switzerland&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phone: 41 22 906 6666 or 800-325-3589&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fax: 41 22 906 6667&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E-mail: resa@hotelpwilson.com   &lt;/i&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 1. The Atlantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlantis Bridge Suite&lt;br /&gt;$25,000 per night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atlantis Bridge Suite has the distinction of being the most expensive hotel suite in the world---it's $25,000 a night. So what do you get for that kind of money? For starters, location, location, location. The Bridge Suite is located on top of a bridge that connects the two Royal Towers buildings, so it overlooks the entire resort&lt;br /&gt;and marina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcN9hgucpyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2ujiZdUxRz0/s1600-h/bahamas2_415x266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcN9hgucpyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2ujiZdUxRz0/s400/bahamas2_415x266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026999623749510946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten-room suite is decorated in red, black and gold (lots of gold) and comes with its own butler, bar lounge and entertainment center as well as 12-foot ceilings. The master bedroom has a sitting area, his-and-hers closets, and hand-painted linens. The bathrooms have chaise lounges, marble baths, and dolphin fixtures. For those who are picky about their personal space, there are two separate master bathrooms. The kitchen also has its own entrance so the butler or cook neverbothers you.&lt;br /&gt;How will you sleep after spending $25,000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcN9fQucpxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/TMe9rarzoIU/s1600-h/bahamas1_415x279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcN9fQucpxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/TMe9rarzoIU/s400/bahamas1_415x279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026999585094805266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;Paradise Island, Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (888) 528-7155 or (242) 363-3000&lt;br /&gt;Fax: (242) 363-6300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-4421752543920171157?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/4421752543920171157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=4421752543920171157' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/4421752543920171157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/4421752543920171157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/02/most-expensive-hotel-rooms.html' title='Most Expensive Hotel Rooms'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcOMVgucqKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Mm6cA79kBWY/s72-c/hk1_415x334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-3439115905199765748</id><published>2007-02-01T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:28.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bizarre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRAZY'/><title type='text'>Bizarre Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcHoMAucpgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DnGkY1FPbk8/s1600-h/bizarre_pic_4444_lt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcHoMAucpgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DnGkY1FPbk8/s400/bizarre_pic_4444_lt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026553952173073922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the Bizarre Party (Nuit Dèmonia)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the largest fetish event in France! The event takes place at LA LOCO, where you will be able to cruise all three levels of this famous disco, to enjoy dinner in a full-fledged restaurant, to admire the various exhibitions, to gather with friends for a drink in any of the four bars inside the premises, to dance on the huge dance floor, and to be entertained with the different Fe.ti.s.h and B.D..SM shows on the center stage (from 10pm to midnight). The Nuit Dèmonia is now competing with the greatest fetish events around the world. Don’t miss it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH7wQucprI/AAAAAAAAATs/TmmUEl2QtyE/s1600-h/bizarre_pic_4465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH7wQucprI/AAAAAAAAATs/TmmUEl2QtyE/s400/bizarre_pic_4465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026575465664259762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who can participate to the Nuit Dèmonia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To gain admittance to the Nuit Dèmonia, one must be over 18 years of age and wear a fe.tish outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH7wgucpsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BFhyQrosseI/s1600-h/bizarre_pic_4466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH7wgucpsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BFhyQrosseI/s400/bizarre_pic_4466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026575469959227074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is there a restaurant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the event starts at 8pm and lasts until 5.30am. We recommend that you come as early as possible and therefore it is essential that you can share dinner with your Fetish friends on the spot. A set menu and various ‘à la carte’ entrees will be offered, covering a wide range of prices and culinary specialties, throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget to reserve a table well in advance, with the team of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;You will be able to start your evening by meeting new friends at the restaurant (where you can have a drink only if you are not hungry) before attending the shows that will follow one another on the stage between 10pm and midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH6vgucpmI/AAAAAAAAATE/XTRBfVKuATI/s1600-h/bizarre_pic_4440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH6vgucpmI/AAAAAAAAATE/XTRBfVKuATI/s400/bizarre_pic_4440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026574353267730018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How safe will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing to be feared: a discreet but very efficient security service will protect your privacy and will make sure that you enjoy the night fully, in a serene atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH6vgucpnI/AAAAAAAAATM/SIFOVcplNoM/s1600-h/bizarre_pic_4441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH6vgucpnI/AAAAAAAAATM/SIFOVcplNoM/s400/bizarre_pic_4441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026574353267730034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I dance at the Nuit Dèmonia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, between midnight and 5am, six DJ' S, all well-known for their Fetish attitude and choice of music, will give their best to entertain you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH6vwucpoI/AAAAAAAAATU/ueH-oqaVqcw/s1600-h/bizarre_pic_4443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH6vwucpoI/AAAAAAAAATU/ueH-oqaVqcw/s400/bizarre_pic_4443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026574357562697346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does ‘fetish outfit’ mean precisely?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we are not as strict as our English counterparts in this matter, we still require a specific ‘dress-code’ for the patrons. It is required to wear leather, vinyl or latex, to wear a uniform (such as pilot, maidservant, soldier, doctor, police officer, nurse…) or to be a transvestite. The bare minimum is defined as pants/skirt out of leather, vinyl or latex. The black cloth outfits will not be accepted but red latex is welcome. It is not so much a matter of color as of material. Obviously the more exotic the better! The Nuit Dèmonia is a unique event: don’t be shy and show off your most beautiful fetish attire. That’s what this party is for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH6wAucppI/AAAAAAAAATc/WF1-2_PIEVY/s1600-h/bizarre_pic_4445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH6wAucppI/AAAAAAAAATc/WF1-2_PIEVY/s400/bizarre_pic_4445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026574361857664658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH6wAucpqI/AAAAAAAAATk/dh3mW5wy0pI/s1600-h/bizarre_pic_4464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcH6wAucpqI/AAAAAAAAATk/dh3mW5wy0pI/s400/bizarre_pic_4464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026574361857664674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who manages the Nuit Dèmonia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nuit Dèmonia is primarily organized by the Démonia group, in partnership with the organizers of the Elastic Ball (the greatest fetish event in Paris) and those of Fetish Assembly (the greatest fetish event in Belgium), but many other people join the organization gradually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: nuitdemonia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-3439115905199765748?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/3439115905199765748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=3439115905199765748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/3439115905199765748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/3439115905199765748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/02/bizarre-party.html' title='Bizarre Party'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcHoMAucpgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DnGkY1FPbk8/s72-c/bizarre_pic_4444_lt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-3778837143268514331</id><published>2007-01-28T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:09:58.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heven On Earth(Huvafen Fushi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/855752/hufav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/650458/hufav.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If celebrity patrons are an indicator of a hotel’s popularity, the Maldives  super-lux &lt;a href="http://www.huvafenfushi.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;Huvafen Fushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is about as hot as it gets. George Clooney popped in for lunch last month, Kate Moss partied in her Ocean Villa, Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes booked in a massage during their honeymoon, Alexander McQueen had left when I arrived and when I left the island, Stefano Gabbana of Dolce &amp; Gabbana and John Galliano were set to arrive (separately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trendsetting Huvafen Fushi has been raising the benchmark since its first inception two years ago. Opening its doors to feature the world’s first underwater spa, Huvafen Fushi has since earned its spot on the coveted Condé Nast Traveller Magazines’ UK and US Hot List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/770657/hufaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/409849/hufaven.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This discreetly luxurious, contemporary retreat is located on its own lagoon on a tiny island in North Malé Atoll. I arrived late into the night direct from Singapore, the flight doesn’t get in until 10pm (note: book Emirates instead to arrive during the day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was escorted into my over-water bungalow, I felt like I’d walked into an Apple store/Armani showroom, with a bed in the middle surrounded by all my favorite gadgets. Surround sound Bose indoor/outdoor music system, Plasma TV screens, Bang &amp; Olufsen phones, iPod Nano with an incredible selection of music that had already been installed – a separate massive bath which overlooks the ocean, my own private plunge pool, oversized king size bed, Frette linen, designer furniture (including pieces by Frank Gehry) electronic curtains, waterfall shower – the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up in the Maldives is something everyone should experience before they die. The view from the bed in my room overlooked the plunge pool which overlooks the Ocean. It’s an incredible sight, serious postcard material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day at &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.huvafenfushi.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;Huvafen Fushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; starts off with a buffet breakfast in Celcius, luxe-but-laid-back dining on a white sand floored deck branching out over the lagoon. Next it’s off snorkeling where you’ll see the most amazing colored coral and sea life including sting rays. It takes approximately 3 hours before you realize you have a tan, the sun is extremely bright and even with 30+ sunblock, you tan quite fast and you notice tan lines by the time you’ve finished breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/134991/hufaven1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/525375/hufaven1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was busy, yet I did nothing. I snorkeled, I tanned, I read, I snorkeled again, I read more, I walked over to the over-water gym, and walked back out (are you kidding – who can face the gym on holidays) and before I knew it, the sun was already setting.  So I headed to Umbar to order a cocktail and sit back in the seriously comfy lounge chairs and watch the sunset while the chill band played, very Café Del Mar. The music, the sunset, the people, the atmosphere  - it’s an amazing vibe. Dinner at Salt restaurant (barefoot) is a highlight. The food was fine dining at its best, as good as anything you’ll find in the world’s best restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famously, the highest point in the Maldives is only four meters above sea level, so perhaps its not surprising that the Huvafen spa is underwater – something totally exclusive to this resort.  It’s like entering a glamorous fishbowl where you are the main attraction to the fish. It’s the perfect environment for a massage. I chose the Maldivian monsoon ritual massage and it defies description. All I can say is that I don’t think I will ever be able to top the experience. Incredible is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/19360/hufaven3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/415930/hufaven3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST TIME TO GO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW UNTIL MAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COOL FACTOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendly, laid-back staff: guests in pavilion accommodation get a 24-hour butler service, while the rest of the resort gets a FISH (Fast Island Service Host), which amounts to the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACILITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three restaurants, a lively bar, a seriously cool well-stocked underground wine cellar, an over-water yoga pavilion and the world's first underwater massage treatment rooms complete the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungalows from US$880&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.huvafenfushi.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;Huvafen Fushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is proud to announce three new initiatives. An übercool 70ft luxury yacht, an exclusive compilation with one of the world’s most famous DJ and Producer, Ravin from Buddha Bar, Paris as well as an uplift to the world’s first underwater spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/443232/spaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/318216/spaa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Huvafen Fushi first opened two years ago, Per Aquum Resorts • Spas • Residences, CEO, Tom McLoughlin, commented, “This is just the beginning. We will continue to refine the original Huvafen Fushi concept, while constantly pushing the boundaries in delivering the ultimate guest experience.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huvafen Fushi has certainly made this statement its driving force with more amazing concepts on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-3778837143268514331?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/3778837143268514331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=3778837143268514331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/3778837143268514331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/3778837143268514331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/hevenonearthhuvafen-fushi.html' title='Heven On Earth(Huvafen Fushi)'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-7617248238536943275</id><published>2007-01-27T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:28.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Cherries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcIWIQucpuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pwu6xvdpgVQ/s1600-h/frozen_cherry_tree_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcIWIQucpuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pwu6xvdpgVQ/s400/frozen_cherry_tree_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026604465283442402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen cherry tree. Beautiful, but very sad view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-7617248238536943275?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/7617248238536943275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=7617248238536943275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/7617248238536943275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/7617248238536943275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/frozen-cherries.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://nonk.nonk.info/pages2/frozen_cherry_tree_images.php&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frozen Cherries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RcIWIQucpuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pwu6xvdpgVQ/s72-c/frozen_cherry_tree_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116975787751857335</id><published>2007-01-25T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:02:36.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heven On Earth(Huvafen Fushi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/855752/hufav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/650458/hufav.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If celebrity patrons are an indicator of a hotel’s popularity, the Maldives  super-lux &lt;a href="http://www.huvafenfushi.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;Huvafen Fushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is about as hot as it gets. George Clooney popped in for lunch last month, Kate Moss partied in her Ocean Villa, Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes booked in a massage during their honeymoon, Alexander McQueen had left when I arrived and when I left the island, Stefano Gabbana of Dolce &amp; Gabbana and John Galliano were set to arrive (separately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trendsetting Huvafen Fushi has been raising the benchmark since its first inception two years ago. Opening its doors to feature the world’s first underwater spa, Huvafen Fushi has since earned its spot on the coveted Condé Nast Traveller Magazines’ UK and US Hot List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/770657/hufaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/409849/hufaven.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This discreetly luxurious, contemporary retreat is located on its own lagoon on a tiny island in North Malé Atoll. I arrived late into the night direct from Singapore, the flight doesn’t get in until 10pm (note: book Emirates instead to arrive during the day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was escorted into my over-water bungalow, I felt like I’d walked into an Apple store/Armani showroom, with a bed in the middle surrounded by all my favorite gadgets. Surround sound Bose indoor/outdoor music system, Plasma TV screens, Bang &amp; Olufsen phones, iPod Nano with an incredible selection of music that had already been installed – a separate massive bath which overlooks the ocean, my own private plunge pool, oversized king size bed, Frette linen, designer furniture (including pieces by Frank Gehry) electronic curtains, waterfall shower – the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up in the Maldives is something everyone should experience before they die. The view from the bed in my room overlooked the plunge pool which overlooks the Ocean. It’s an incredible sight, serious postcard material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day at &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.huvafenfushi.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;Huvafen Fushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; starts off with a buffet breakfast in Celcius, luxe-but-laid-back dining on a white sand floored deck branching out over the lagoon. Next it’s off snorkeling where you’ll see the most amazing colored coral and sea life including sting rays. It takes approximately 3 hours before you realize you have a tan, the sun is extremely bright and even with 30+ sunblock, you tan quite fast and you notice tan lines by the time you’ve finished breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/134991/hufaven1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/525375/hufaven1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was busy, yet I did nothing. I snorkeled, I tanned, I read, I snorkeled again, I read more, I walked over to the over-water gym, and walked back out (are you kidding – who can face the gym on holidays) and before I knew it, the sun was already setting.  So I headed to Umbar to order a cocktail and sit back in the seriously comfy lounge chairs and watch the sunset while the chill band played, very Café Del Mar. The music, the sunset, the people, the atmosphere  - it’s an amazing vibe. Dinner at Salt restaurant (barefoot) is a highlight. The food was fine dining at its best, as good as anything you’ll find in the world’s best restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famously, the highest point in the Maldives is only four meters above sea level, so perhaps its not surprising that the Huvafen spa is underwater – something totally exclusive to this resort.  It’s like entering a glamorous fishbowl where you are the main attraction to the fish. It’s the perfect environment for a massage. I chose the Maldivian monsoon ritual massage and it defies description. All I can say is that I don’t think I will ever be able to top the experience. Incredible is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/19360/hufaven3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/415930/hufaven3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST TIME TO GO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW UNTIL MAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COOL FACTOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendly, laid-back staff: guests in pavilion accommodation get a 24-hour butler service, while the rest of the resort gets a FISH (Fast Island Service Host), which amounts to the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACILITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three restaurants, a lively bar, a seriously cool well-stocked underground wine cellar, an over-water yoga pavilion and the world's first underwater massage treatment rooms complete the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungalows from US$880&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.huvafenfushi.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);"&gt;Huvafen Fushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is proud to announce three new initiatives. An übercool 70ft luxury yacht, an exclusive compilation with one of the world’s most famous DJ and Producer, Ravin from Buddha Bar, Paris as well as an uplift to the world’s first underwater spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/443232/spaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/318216/spaa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Huvafen Fushi first opened two years ago, Per Aquum Resorts • Spas • Residences, CEO, Tom McLoughlin, commented, “This is just the beginning. We will continue to refine the original Huvafen Fushi concept, while constantly pushing the boundaries in delivering the ultimate guest experience.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huvafen Fushi has certainly made this statement its driving force with more amazing concepts on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116975787751857335?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116975787751857335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116975787751857335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116975787751857335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116975787751857335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-of-best.html' title='Heven On Earth(Huvafen Fushi)'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116973193457000030</id><published>2007-01-25T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:03:42.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pictures'/><title type='text'>Japanese Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/419640/Japanese-Bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/331606/Japanese-Bunny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet bunny,seems he is scared.He speaks Japenese…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116973193457000030?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116973193457000030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116973193457000030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116973193457000030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116973193457000030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/japanese-bunny.html' title='Japanese Bunny'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116973132733221689</id><published>2007-01-25T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:25:18.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bizarre'/><title type='text'>Snake Skin Car (Cool body job)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/274653/Snake-Skin-Car01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/425661/Snake-Skin-Car01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMW,Audi no no, here is the car that painted like snake skin. I do like it.&lt;br /&gt;Will you drive this car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/52664/Snake-Skin-Car03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/736070/Snake-Skin-Car03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/567123/Snake-Skin-Car02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/206098/Snake-Skin-Car02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/289684/Snake-Skin-Car04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/282866/Snake-Skin-Car04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116973132733221689?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116973132733221689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116973132733221689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116973132733221689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116973132733221689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/snake-skin-car-cool-body-job.html' title='Snake Skin Car (Cool body job)'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116972968991971129</id><published>2007-01-25T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:17:41.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnificent Pictures'/><title type='text'>AMAZING Hand Art Paintings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/275547/eagl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/885264/eagl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great collection of art paintings on hands.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just a painting of a hand with paint on it. it looks more like a painting than an actual hand...Ho knows but it's really incredible. My favorite is THE EAGLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/900676/coolhandart16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/398869/coolhandart16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/52161/coolhandart17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/7500/coolhandart17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/939027/coolhandart15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/656456/coolhandart15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/509867/coolhandart12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/955651/coolhandart12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/464502/coolhandart11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/546129/coolhandart11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/738364/coolhandart13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/310078/coolhandart13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/564563/coolhandart14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 413px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/192840/coolhandart14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/328046/coolhandart06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/2030/coolhandart06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/236687/coolhandart07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/393924/coolhandart07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/448133/coolhandart09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/559747/coolhandart09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/283811/coolhandart10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 399px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/306613/coolhandart10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/508758/coolhandart08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/794010/coolhandart08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/460280/coolhandart04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/408134/coolhandart04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/200582/coolhandart03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/416789/coolhandart03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/475540/coolhandart05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/132087/coolhandart05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/48950/coolhandart01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/489855/coolhandart01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/791808/coolhandart02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/661542/coolhandart02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116972968991971129?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116972968991971129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116972968991971129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116972968991971129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116972968991971129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/amazing-hand-art-paintings.html' title='AMAZING Hand Art Paintings'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116949062029949437</id><published>2007-01-22T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:28.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRAZY'/><title type='text'>Top 25 animated series</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25.  The Jetsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/749904/jetsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/974727/jetsons.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did like The Jetsons and used to watch it when I was younger.  Back in the day when the Cartoon Network was brand new, they didn't have their own shows and instead would play other cartoons, including The Jetsons.  But what about The Flintstones?  The shows were almost identical except for the setting.  I think number 25 should of been a tie between The Jetsons and The Flintstones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24.  Aqua Teen Hunger Force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/881440/Aqua_Teen_title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/331223/Aqua_Teen_title.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this show it's great.  I'm kinda sad to see it so far down on this top 25 list though.  The Mooninites rock!  Carl rocks!  And Master Shake is just funny as hell.  You definitely have to be a special person to enjoy the humor in this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23.  Spawn: The Animated Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/136420/spawn_comic_cover_135_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/159143/spawn_comic_cover_135_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only seen a few episodes of this show when I was younger.  I remember it would air late at night and on HBO.  I don't remember much of it other than that it was geared toward adults.  The animation style and darkness of the show was great.  But that's all I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s1600-h/Sony-Vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.  Invader Zim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/958736/invader_zim_logo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/741390/invader_zim_logo1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard of or seen this show before.  So I guess I can't really judge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21.  Sealab 2021&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/807019/sealab2021_s2_458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/45535/sealab2021_s2_458.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Aqua Teen Hunger Force, this cartoon premiered on Cartoon Network's Adult Swim TV block.  I kind of have mixed feelings about Sealab.  Sometimes it's entertaining and other times I can't stand it.  It's almost too dumb and not very creative at times.  I could go without seeing this show on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.  Johnny Quest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/107485/Real-jq-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/512818/Real-jq-video.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never really saw the original show, I used to watch The Real Adventures of Johnny Quest.  That show was damn good.  I take it The Real Adventures was pretty much like the original Johnny Quest except the Johnny and Haji were a little older and they introduced a girl name Jesse (Race's daughter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.  Venture Bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/938979/Venture_bros_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/25967/Venture_bros_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright!  Glad to see this show on here.  Venture Bros is my favorite show on Adult Swim right now.  I love it.  This show is kind of a spoof of the Johnny Quest series and other 70's adventure shows.  I wish this show was higher on the list as it's quickly becoming one of my favorite cartoons ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s1600-h/Sony-Vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.  Powerpuff Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/190065/P%20Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/603200/P%20Girls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it.  I used to watch this show.  The shows creator was definitely thinking of anime style when he created this show.  Only he put his own uniqueness/cuteness on the anime style.  While watching the show I did see plenty of similarities between the two (especially with Dragonball Z).  But the best character in the Powerpuff Girls was Mojo Jojo.  He wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.  Justice League&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/177706/Justice%20League%20anime%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/8015/Justice%20League%20anime%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never really watched the show.  Looks like it's just a re-make of the Super Friends show from a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.  Aeon Flux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/613579/Aeon%20Flux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/410742/Aeon%20Flux.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was definitely a cool show.  It was dark and adult themed.  What more could you ask for in a cartoon?  It was heavily styled on anime and really first introduced me to the anime style.  So, thanks for that.  Glad to see it on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.  Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/79138/Spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/564184/Spongebob.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen bits and pieces of this show, but never watched an entire episode.  This show is kind of weird.  It looks like it's trying to be like Ren and Stimpy but toned down for a younger audience.  "Who lives in a pineapple under the see?" (why do I know that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s1600-h/Sony-Vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.  King of the Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/209471/King%20of%20the%20Hill%20Season%205%20DVD%20jpg%20300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/491426/King%20of%20the%20Hill%20Season%205%20DVD%20jpg%20300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I like this show.  I don't know why.  Maybe it's just the main character, Hank Hill.  Or maybe it's just that awesome intro song.  Or maybe it's their depressed neighbor, Bill.  Or maybe it's their other conspiracy nut neighbor Dale.  I don't really know, but if this show is on, I'll watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  Space Ghost: Coast to Coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/808049/allri.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/958229/allri.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of this show makes me laugh.  This show is great and truly one of the first more adult styled cartoons to show on Cartoon Network.  Space Ghost, Zorack, Moltar, and the occasional cameo of Brak was great.  They were my own little cartoon family.  I just wish I could see the show more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  The Maxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/662535/The_Maxx_01_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/205112/The_Maxx_01_cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never watched this show.  Or, if I did, I don't remember it, which is never good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  Samurai Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/518935/SamJackVert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/661944/SamJackVert.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never watched it either, but heard it's a great show.  Maybe I'll check it out someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  Home Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/35087/homemovies.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/161881/homemovies.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this show on Cartoon Network plenty of times, but never really liked it.  I just never found it that funny or entertaining.  I'd watch it if nothing else was on but that's the only time I'd watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  The Critic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/443742/TheCritic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/186336/TheCritic3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.  Seen this show.  It was ok.  Don't think it deserves to be in the top 10.  Maybe around number 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  Ren and Stimpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/194414/Ren%20and%20S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/699862/Ren%20and%20S.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show was hilarious and gross all at the same time.  With such memorable characters and songs this show definitely deserves a spot in the top 10.  Good choice IGN.  Who could deny Powered Toast Man and the Log Song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  Star Wars: Clone Wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/989934/cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/188208/cast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fairly new show on Cartoon Network that I haven't seen yet.  Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  Family Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/442439/Family%20Guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/238134/Family%20Guy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this show first aired I thought it was hilarious.  I couldn't get enough of the show.  It was so damn funny and appeared to be clever.  But after a few seasons the show lost its shiny coat.  Now every episode and every joke feel the same.  It's not very funny and just kind of annoying now.  I don't like seeing this show at number 6.  I think it should be around number 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Beavis and Butt-Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/484449/Beabuttitle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/403655/Beabuttitle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this show.  I get some type of guilty pleasure out of this show.  Maybe it's because it was controversial for its time, but Beavis and Butt-Head cracked me up.  The situations they would get into and how they would handle those situations was great.  Definitely earned their spot in the top 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  Futurama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/72456/Futuramarecto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/778921/Futuramarecto1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, in all seriousness, this is probably one of my favorite cartoon shows of all time.  I've seen hundreds of cartoons and for me to say this is one of my favorites is a big deal.  This show is sheer genius!  I'm so thankful that Cartoon Network shows re-runs of Futurama every night.  For me though, this show should be number 1 or number 2 in the top 5.  Honk if Bender is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  The Flintstones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/828218/portrait-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/16853/portrait-front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe it's because this show was before my generation, but I don't think it should be in the top 5.  Yes, I will admit that it's one of the most well known cartoons ever and in many ways set standards for what a cartoon show should be.  But seeing The Flintstones here at number 3 while The Jetsons are at number 25 doesn't make any sense to me.  The shows were very much the same and really shouldn't be so far apart on the list.  The Flintstones/Jetsons in the top 10?  No.  Top 5?  No.  The top 25?  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  South Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/1085/Southpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/449980/Southpark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like South Park.  I think the writers are incredible talented, smart, clever, and witty.  But I was never a huge, huge fan of the series.  Don't get me wrong, I think the show is hilarious, but if I had to choose between watching South Park or another one of my favorite cartoons, I would choose the other cartoons.  But I do love how South Park takes real world issues and parodies them into extremely clever and over-the-top jokes.  This show should be in the top 5.  Maybe not as high as number 2 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s1600-h/Sony-Vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/542787/The%20Simpsons%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/304292/The%20Simpsons%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh!  What else did you think number 1 would be?  Of course, the best animated show ever is The Simpsons.  How could you deny The Simpsons the number 1 spot?  It is by far one of the most popular and longest running series ever.  And there's good reason for that.  It's pure comedy genius.  Actually, I was wrong when I said The Simpsons was my favorite cartoon show ever.  What I should say is that The Simpsons is my favorite show ever.  Even other non-cartoon shows that I enjoy get left in the dust when compared to The Simpson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116949062029949437?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116949062029949437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116949062029949437' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116949062029949437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116949062029949437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/top-25-animated-series.html' title='Top 25 animated series'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s72-c/Sony-Vaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116903304110452733</id><published>2007-01-17T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:28.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnificent Pictures'/><title type='text'>Awesome Planet In Photoshop</title><content type='html'>This video is just following a planet creation tutorial step by step. This exact was first created by Greg Martin.Part of his Capturing Heaven guide to new space artist using photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Greg Martin I learn how to make this incredible Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/387954/awesome_planet_in_photoshop.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/387954/awesome_planet_in_photoshop.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="altServerURL=http://www.metacafe.com&amp;playerVars=videoTitle=Awesome Planet In Photoshop|showStats=yes|autoPlay=no|blogName=Funny-Town|blogURL=http://funny-town.blogspot.com" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/387954/awesome_planet_in_photoshop.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/387954/awesome_planet_in_photoshop/"&gt;Awesome Planet In Photoshop - video powered by Metacafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s1600-h/Sony-Vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/426905/Big%20Planet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/617090/Big%20Planet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116903304110452733?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116903304110452733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116903304110452733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116903304110452733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116903304110452733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/awesome-planet-in-photoshop.html' title='Awesome Planet In Photoshop'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s72-c/Sony-Vaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116897151645488289</id><published>2007-01-16T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:28.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRAZY'/><title type='text'>10 Greatest Robberies of all time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/877127/saddam.file.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/1249/saddam.file.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 1.  Central Bank of Iraq (2003):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddam took US$1 billion a day before the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March 2003, on several occasions beginning on March 18, the day before the United States began bombing Baghdad, nearly US$1 billion was stolen from the Central Bank of Iraq. This is considered the largest bank heist in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately $650 million was later found hidden in walls in Saddam Hussein's palace by US troops. It is believed that this was the bulk of the stolen money. The remaining money is currently unaccounted for. Diyaa Habib al-Khayoun, general manager of the state-owned al-Rafidain Bank, claims that $250 million and 18 billion now worthless Iraqi dinars were also stolen, but by professional robbers unconnected to Saddam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March 2003, a hand-written note surfaced, signed by Saddam, ordering $920 million to be withdrawn and given to his son Qusay. Bank officials state that Qusay and another unidentified man oversaw the cash, boxes of $100 bills, being loaded into trucks during a five hour operation. Qusay was later killed by US troops in a firefight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s1600-h/Sony-Vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 2. Boston Museum (1990):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed as police officers, stole US$300 million worth in paintings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours after St. Patrick's Day festivities wrapped up in Boston on March 18, 1990, two men dressed as police officers knocked on the security entrance side door of the Isabella Stewart&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/125874/a31_museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/596911/a31_museum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gardner Museum at 1:24 a.m. "The policy has always been that you don't open that door in the middle of the night for God. Why on this one night they opened the door no one can explain," Lyle Grindle, the museum's current head of security, told Access Control &amp; Security Systems, a security industry trade publication. Grindle was not in charge of security at the time of the 1990 heist. Just minutes after letting them in, the guards quickly learned that the late night visitors weren't real cops. Though they apparently did not brandish any weapons, the intruders managed to overpower the two guards. They handcuffed the guards, bound them with duct tape and left them in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fewer than 90 minutes that followed, the bandits went through the museum's Dutch Room on the second floor and stole three Rembrandts, including the Dutch artist's only seascape, "Storm on the Sea of Galilee." It was one of several works the thieves savagely cut to release it from its frame, leaving ragged edges of the canvas behind in otherwise empty frames, which continue to hang in the museum to this day. Also taken from that room was "The Concert" by Vermeer, as well as a Chinese bronze beaker located near the Rembrandt. The thieves also apparently tried to steal a fourth Rembrandt but were unsuccessful. Nearby, they also made off with "Landscape with an Obelisk," an oil painting by Govaert Flinck that was until recently attributed to Rembrandt, Flinck's mentor. On the other side of the floor, the thieves went into the Short Gallery and ripped five Degas sketches from the wall. Feet away a bronze eagle that adorned the top of a Napoleonic flag was also pillaged. A Manet portrait, located in the museum's Blue Room on the first floor, capped off the list of works the thieves stole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not known in what order the rooms were ransacked, since the thieves ripped out the surveillance tape before fleeing the museum with it. To this day, the small museum isn't able to collect insurance, since it carried no insurance policy at the time of the heist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 3. Knightsbridge Security Deposit (1987):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requested to rent a safe deposit box, then subdued the manager and stole US$111 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knightsbridge Security Deposit robbery took place on 12 July 1987 in Knightsbridge, England, part of the City of Westminster in London. Two men entered the Knightsbridge Safe Deposit Centre and requested to rent a Safe deposit box. After being shown into the vault, they produced hand guns and subdued the manager and security guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/905870/a31_Knightsbridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/24063/a31_Knightsbridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thieves then hung a sign on the street level door explaining that the Safe Deposit Centre was temporarily closed, whilst letting in further accomplices. They broke open many of the safe deposit boxes and left with a hoard estimated to be worth £40 million (equivalent to roughly US$66 million at the 1987 exchange rate; the inflation-adjusted value would be £63.6 million --$111 million-- as of 2005).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour after the robbers departed, one of the guards managed to escape his handcuffs to raise the alarm. Police forensic investigators at the crime scene recovered a fingerprint that was traced to the Italian Valerio Viccei. After a period of surveillance, Viccei and several of his accomplices were arrested during a series of coordinated raids on 12 August 1987 and later convicted of the crime. Viccei would later published a book on the robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 4 Kent Securitas Depot (2006):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abducted the manager, then stole USD$92.5 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Securitas depot robbery was a robbery which took place in the early hours of 22 February 2006, between 01:00 and 02:15 UTC in England, an operation that succeeded in stealing the largest cash amount in British crime history. At least six men abducted and threatened the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/996426/a31_kent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/590458/a31_kent.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family of the manager, tied up fourteen staff members and stole £53,116,760 (about US$92.5 million or €78 million) in bank notes from a Securitas Cash Management Ltd depot in Vale Road, Tonbridge, Kent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager of the depot, Colin Dixon, was abducted at about 18:30 on 21 February, apparently while driving his Nissan Almera to his home in Herne Bay. He was pulled over on the A249 just outside Stockbury, a village North East of Maidstone, by what he thought was an unmarked police vehicle due to the blue lights behind the front grill. A man approached him in high-visibility clothing and a police-style hat. The manager proceeded to get into the police imposter's car, thinking that he was a police officer, where he was then handcuffed by others in the vehicle. He was then driven west on the M20 motorway to the West Malling bypass where he was bound further, transferred into a white van and transported to a farm in an unknown location in west Kent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this was taking place, the manager's wife and eight-year-old son were being held hostage at their home in Herne Bay, after they answered the door to men dressed in police uniforms, who falsely informed them that the manager had been involved in a road traffic accident. They were then driven to the farm at which the manager was being held, where he was told at gunpoint that failure to cooperate could put him and his family in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The depot manager, his wife and son were taken to the Securitas depot in Tonbridge at around 01:00, travelling in a plain white van, being held at gunpoint. At the depot, 14 members of staff were bound by robbers, armed with handguns and wearing balaclavas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heist came to an end at approximately 02:15, although it was still another hour before staff members, who had been tied up, managed to raise the alarm. Police officers arriving on the scene discovered staff, the manager and his family, bound but physically unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No5 Great Train Robbery (1963):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole US$74 million without guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Train Robbery was the name given to a £2.3 million train robbery committed on 8 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/458283/a31_Train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/379906/a31_Train.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;August 1963 at Bridego Railway Bridge, Ledburn near Mentmore in Buckinghamshire, England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Royal Mail's Glasgow to London travelling post office (TPO) train was stopped by tampered signals. A 15-member gang, led by Bruce Reynolds and including Ronnie Biggs, Charlie Wilson, Jimmy Hussey, John Wheater, Brian Field, Jimmy White, Tommy Wisbey, Gordon Goody and Buster Edwards, stole £2.3 million in used £1, £5 and £10 notes — the equivalent of £40 million (US $74 million) in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although no guns were used in the robbery, the train driver, Jack Mills, was hit on the head with an iron bar, causing a black eye and facial bruising. The assailant was one of three members of the gang never to be arrested or identified. Frank Williams (at the time a Detective Inspector) claims to have traced the man, but he could not be charged because of lack of evidence. Mills recovered fully from the attack and died in 1970 from leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen of the gang members were caught after police discovered their fingerprints at their hideout at Leatherslade Farm, near Oakley, Buckinghamshire. The robbers were tried, sentenced and imprisoned. Ronnie Biggs escaped from prison 15 months into his sentence, settling in Melbourne Australia, and later moving to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, when police found out his Melbourne address. Charlie Wilson escaped and was living outside Montreal, Canada on Rigaud Mountain. In the upper-middle-class neighbourhood where the large, secluded properties are surrounded by trees, Wilson was just another resident who enjoyed his privacy. Only when his wife made the mistake of telephoning his parents in England was Scotland Yard able to track him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 6 Banco Central in Brazil (2005): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunneled 255 feet up to the bank, then stole US$69.8 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekend of August 6 and August 7, 2005 a gang of burglars, suspected to be either the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/972632/a31_fortaleza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/202482/a31_fortaleza.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gang of the Tattooed or Primeiro Comando da Capital, tunneled into the Banco Central in Fortaleza. They removed five containers of 50-real notes, with an estimated value of 164,755,150 reais (US$69.8 million, £38.6 million, €56 million). The money was uninsured; a bank spokeswoman stated that the risks were too small to justify the insurance premiums. The burglars managed to evade or disable the bank's internal alarms and sensors; the burglary remained undiscovered until the bank opened for business on the morning of Monday, August 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Banco Central is a national banking institution charged with control of the money supply. The money in the vault was being examined to see if it should be recirculated or destroyed. The bills were not numbered sequentially, making them almost impossible to trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months earlier, the gang of burglars had rented an empty property in the centre of the city and then tunneled 78 meters (255 ft) beneath two city blocks to a position beneath the bank. The gang had renovated a house and put up a sign indicating it was a landscaping company selling both natural and artificial grass as well as plants. Neighbours, who estimated that the gang consisted of between six and ten men, described how they had seen van-loads of soil being removed daily, but understood this to be a normal activity of the business. The tunnel, being roughly 70 cm (2.3 ft) square and running 4 meters (13 ft) beneath the surface, was well-constructed: it was lined with wood and plastic and had its own lighting and air conditioning systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the final weekend, the gang broke through 1.1 meters (3.6 ft) of steel-reinforced concrete to enter the bank vault. The bank notes weighed approximately 3,500 kg (approx. 7,700 lbs) and would have required a considerable amount of time and effort to remove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 22 the body of the suspected mastermind, Luis Fernando Ribeiro, 26, was found 9 October on an isolated road near Camanducaia, 200 miles (320 km) west of Rio de Janeiro. He had been shot seven times and had marks on his wrists as if he had been handcuffed. Five men were arrested September 28 with about $5.4 million of the money and told the police they had helped dig the tunnel. So far, authorities have recovered more than $7 million but $63 million remains unaccounted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s1600-h/Sony-Vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 7 Northern Bank (2004): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank officials threatened to help steal US$50 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Northern Bank robbery was a large robbery of cash from the headquarters of the Northern Bank in Belfast, Northern Ireland. Carried out by a large, proficient group on 20 December &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/587956/a31_Northern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/392726/a31_Northern.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2004, the gang seized £26.5 million in pounds sterling, making it one of the biggest bank robberies in British history. The police and the British and Irish governments claimed the Provisional IRA was responsible (or had permitted others to undertake the raid), a claim vehemently denied by the Provisional IRA itself and the Sinn Féin political party. The robbery, and the allegations and counter-allegations surrounding it, threw the Northern Ireland peace process into crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night of Sunday December 19, 2004 groups of armed men called at the homes of two officials of the Northern Bank, one in Downpatrick in County Down, the other in Poleglass, near Belfast. Masquerading as police officers, they entered the homes and held the officials and their families at gunpoint. Bank official Chris Ward was taken from Poleglass to Downpatrick, the home of his supervisor Kevin McMullan, while gunmen remained at his home with his family. Subsequently Mr McMullan's wife was taken from their home and held, also at gunpoint, at an unknown location. The following day both officials were instructed to report for work at the bank's headquarters at Belfast's Donegall Square West as normal. They did so, and remained at work after the close of business, and later in the evening they gave admittance to other members of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robbers entered the bank's cash handling and storage facility. This held an unusually large amount of cash, in preparation for distribution to ATMs for the busy Christmas shopping season. Cash was transferred to one or several vehicles (possibly including a white "Luton" van) at the premises' Wellington Street entrance, and the gang fled. Shortly before midnight the gang holding the Ward family left, and those holding Mrs McMullan released her in a forest near Ballynahinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haul included £10m of uncirculated Northern Bank sterling banknotes, £5.5m of used Northern Bank sterling notes, £4.5m of circulated sterling notes issued by other banks, and small amounts of other currencies, largely Euros and U.S. Dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 8.Brinks Mat warehouse (1983): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke into warehouse to find ten tonnes of gold bullion worth US$45 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brinks Mat Robbery occurred on 26 November 1983 when six robbers broke into the Brinks Mat warehouse at Heathrow Airport, England. The robbers thought they were going to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/364059/a31_BrinksMat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/882747/a31_BrinksMat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;steal £3 million in cash; however when they arrived they found ten tonnes of gold bullion (worth £26 million). The gang got into the warehouse thanks to security guard Anthony Black, who was the brother-in-law of the raid's architect Brian Robinson. Scotland Yard quickly discovered the family connection and Black confessed to aiding and abetting the raiders, providing them with a key to the main door and giving them details of security measures. Tried at the Old Bailey, Robinson and gang leader Michael McAvoy were each sentenced to 25 years imprisonment for armed robbery. Black got six years, and served three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to his conviction McAvoy had entrusted part of his share to an associate John Perry. Perry recruited Kenneth Noye (who had links with a legitimate gold dealer in Bristol) to dispose of the gold. Noye melted down the bullion and recast it for sale. However the sudden movements of large amounts of money through a Bristol bank came to the notice of the Treasury who informed the police. Noye was placed under police surveillance and in January 1985 killed an officer he discovered in his garden. At the resulting trial the jury found him not guilty on the grounds of self-defence. In 1986 Noye was found guilty of conspiracy to handle the Brinks Mat gold, fined £700,000 and sentenced to 14 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three tonnes of stolen gold has never been recovered. It is claimed that anyone wearing gold jewellery bought in the UK after 1983, is probably wearing Brinks Mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 9  Dunbar Armored (1997):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside man steals US$18.9 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dunbar Armored robbery is the largest cash robbery to have occurred in the United States. It occurred in 1997 at the Dunbar Armored facility in Los Angeles, California. The thieves made off with some 18.9 million U.S. Dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/322338/a31_Dunbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/399836/a31_Dunbar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The robbery was masterminded by Allen Pace, who worked for Dunbar as a regional safety inspector. While on the job, Pace had time to photograph and examine the company's Los Angeles armored car depot. He recruited five of his childhood friends, and on the night of Friday, September 13, 1997, Pace used his keys to gain admittance to the facility. Pace had timed the security cameras and determined how they could be avoided. Once inside, they waited within the staff cafeteria, ambushing the guards one by one. Pace knew that on Friday nights the vault was open due to the large quantities of money being moved. Rushing the vault guards, the robbers managed to subdue them before they could signal any alarms. In half an hour, the robbers had loaded millions of dollars into a waiting U-Haul. Pace knew exactly which bags contained the highest denomination and non-sequential bills. He also knew where the recording devices for the security cameras were located and took these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police immediately realized it was an inside job and closely examined Pace, but could find nothing. The gang worked hard to conceal their new wealth, laundering it through property deals and phony businesses. Eventually, one of the gang members, Eugene Lamar Hill, erred when he gave an unknowing associate a stack of bills still wrapped with the original cash straps. The associate went to the police and Hill was arrested. Hill soon confessed and named his associates. Allen Pace was arrested and sentenced to twenty-four years in jail. Only a fraction of the money was ever recovered. Some $10 million is still unaccounted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 10 Lufthansa (1978): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US$5.8 million at Kennedy Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1978 Lufthansa Heist was planned by Jimmy Burke (immortalized in Martin Scorcese's Goodfellas), an associate of the Lucchese crime family, and carried out by several of his associates. It all began when bookmaker, Martin Krugman, told Henry Hill (an associate of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/529101/a31_Lufthansa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/539528/a31_Lufthansa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jimmy Burke's) about millions of dollars in untraceable money. The money was flown in once a month and was the money exchanged by servicemen and tourists in West Germany and that it was stored in a cardboard vault at Kennedy Airport. The information had come from Louis Werner, who owed Krugman $20,000 in gambling debts and worked at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 11th, at 3.12 a.m. a guard, named Kelly Whalen, patrolling the cargo terminal, spotted a black Ford Econoline van pulling into a bay near a loading platform, for vaults. Whalen walked toward the loading bay, to investigate this peculiar appartion and was struck over the head with a .45 pistol. A wiry man in a black ski mask pulled his mask over his face as the blood began to pour from Whalen's wound. Another man grabbed Whalen's gun and thus disarmed him. Whalen was ordered, by the two men, to disarm the silent alarm, after he did this he was handcuffed behind his back. He saw a series of other men, all carrying rifles or pistols, running into the cargo terminal and then another man took his wallet and said that they knew where his family were and that they had men ready to visit them. Whalen nodded to indicate that he would co-operate with the thieves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guard, Rolf Rebmann, heard a noise by the loading ramp and when he went to investigate, 6 armed, masked men forced their way in and handcuffed him. They then used a one of a kind key from Werner and walked through a maze of corridors to where the two other employees would be. Once these two had been rounded up two gunmen ventured downstairs to look for unexpected visitors and then the other men marched the employees to a lunch room, where the other employees were on a 3 a.m. break. The gunmen burst into the lunch room and brandishing their firearms they showed a bloodied Whalen as an indication of their intentions if anyone got out of line. They knew each employee by name and forced them onto the ground. They made John Murray, the terminal's senior cargo agent, call Rudi Eirich on the intercom. The robbers knew that Eirich was the only guard that night who knew the right combinations to open the double door vault. Murray was made to pretend, to Eirich, that there was a problem with a load from Frankfurt and told Eirich to meet him in the cafeteria. As Eirich approached the cafe he was met by two shotguns and he saw the other employees, bound and gagged on the cafeteria floor. One gunman kept watch over the 10 employees and the other 3 took Eirich, at gun point, down two flights of stairs to the double door vault. He later reported that the men were informed and knew all about the safety systems in the vault and they knew about the double door system, whereby one door must be shut or the other one can't be opened or the alarm will be activated. The men ordered Eirich to open up the first door, to a 10-by-20 foot room. They knew that if he opened up the second door he would activate an alarm to the Port Authority. Once inside they ordered Eirich to lie on the ground and they then began sifting through invoices and freight manifests to determine which parcels they wanted of the many similarly wrapped ones. Finally they began hurling parcels through, one nearly hit Eirich's head, he saw it kicked open and said that inside was stacks and stacks of cash. Around 40 parcels were removed and Eirich was made to lock the inner door before unlocking the outer door because this would trigger an alarm to the Port Authority office. Two of the gunmen were assigned to load the parcels into the vans while the others tied up Eirich. A man, without a ski mask on, burst into the cafeteria and was euphoric, he said to the other gunmen that they had the money in the vans. He was quickly told to put on his ski mask by the other thieves, however some of the employees caught a glimpse of his face. They were told not to call the Port Authority until 4:30 a.m., when the men left it was 4:16 a.m. according to the cafeteria clock and no calls were made until 4:30, when a report of $5 million in cash and $875,000 in jewels being stolen was made. The employees complied because they knew if the police caught the men they or their families would be harmed or even killed. The robbery took only 64 minutes and was the largest cash robbery ever committed on American soil at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116897151645488289?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116897151645488289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116897151645488289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116897151645488289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116897151645488289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/10-greatest-robberies-of-all-time.html' title='10 Greatest Robberies of all time'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s72-c/Sony-Vaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116861524631062805</id><published>2007-01-12T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:28.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Designs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/242508/cool_guitars_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/7671/cool_guitars_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting work of designers with a lot of imagination, I would like to say, although jet imagination little bit twisted, so the guitar in shape of M –16 isn’t everyday thing and exactly this make worth and valid and also enough interesting for this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/649230/cool_guitars_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/481888/cool_guitars_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If are you an octopus or something similar with a lot of limbs or hands, this guitar would also even use it to present yourself like a real professional performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/339279/cool_guitars_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/630259/cool_guitars_03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made of guitar is rather impressive, although I can with safe what is about the word; I have to stress out that remind me on a little religious work from the Holly Bible book, but I am not sure for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s1600-h/Sony-Vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/142159/cool_guitars_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/572931/cool_guitars_04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as you haven’t a girlfriend, this guitar would satisfy some other yours needs besides the playing the guitar, in what I don’t suspect to play bad, but for sure don’t exaggerate, be careful and remember “ Medium is merit”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/820953/cool_guitars_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/275788/cool_guitars_05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is P*** :), I have no idea what kind of guitar is, nor even what looks like, it was simply interesting for me and non everyday shape, and I have put it with the other&lt;br /&gt;strange guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116861524631062805?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116861524631062805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116861524631062805' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116861524631062805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116861524631062805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/guitar-designs.html' title='Guitar Designs'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s72-c/Sony-Vaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116845042971026912</id><published>2007-01-10T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:28.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Incredible Concept Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 10. Mercedes-Benz Bionic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mercedes-Benz bionic car is a concept vehicle based on examples in nature, in which Daimler Chrysler has also transferred the diesel engine technology of the future to a fully functioning and practical car for everyday use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bionics – a combination of biology and technology – is a quite recent field of research which has nonetheless already made remarkable progress possible in different areas. Nature has provided ideas for high-strength materials, low-friction surfaces, dirt-repellent coatings and practical Velcro fastenings, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/480932/a27_bionic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/419496/a27_bionic1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s1600-h/Sony-Vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these inventions are based on more or less accidental discoveries from the animal and plant world. For the first time in the case of the Mercedes-Benz bionic car, the engineers at the Mercedes-Benz Technology Center (MTC) and DaimlerChrysler Research looked for a specific example in nature whose shape and structure approximated to their ideas for an aerodynamic, safe, spacious and environmentally compatible car. In other words, this was not a matter of detailed solutions but of a complete transfer from nature to technology – a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This required teamwork: biologists, bionics scientists and automotive researchers from various disciplines embarked on an extraordinary expedition into the animal kingdom which soon led them into the depths of the underwater world – and presented them with a surprise. It was not the fast, sleek swimmers such as the shark or dolphin that came closest to the ideals of the research engineers, but a creature that looks anything but streamlined and agile at first sight: the boxfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has its home in the coral reefs, lagoons and seaweed of the tropical seas, where it has a great deal in common with cars in many respects. It needs to conserve its strength and move with the least possible consumption of energy, which requires powerful muscles and a streamlined shape. It must withstand high pressures and protect its body during collisions, which requires a rigid outer skin. And it needs to move in confined spaces in its search for food, which requires good&lt;br /&gt;maneuverability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/345365/a27_bionic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/735100/a27_bionic2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more to the boxfish than meets the eye: despite its angular body, it is an excellent swimmer whose cube-shaped structure is by no means a hindrance. On the contrary, the boxfish possesses unique characteristics and is a prime example of the ingenious inventions developed by nature over millions of years of evolution. The basic principle of this evolution is that nothing is superfluous and each part of the body has a purpose – and sometimes several at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outer skin of the boxfish consists of numerous bony, hexagonal plates which are interlinked to form a rigid suit of armour. This bony, armor-plated structure gives the body of the fish great rigidity, protects it from injury and is also the secret of its outstanding maneuverability, as tiny vortices form along the edges on the upper and lower parts of the body to stabilize the fish in any position and ensure that it remains safely on course even in areas of great turbulence. It does not need to move its fins in the process, and can therefore conserve its strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/531859/a27_bionic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/625705/a27_bionic3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applied to automotive engineering, the boxfish is therefore an ideal example of rigidity and aerodynamics. Moreover, its rectangular anatomy is practically identical to the cross-section of a car body. And so the boxfish became the model for a so far unique automotive development project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipped with a 103 kW/140-hp direct-injection diesel engine, the concept car consumes 4.3 liters of fuel per 100 kilometers (combined), making it 20 percent more economical than a comparable standard-production model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 9. BMW Mille Miglia coupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mille Miglia concept coupe from BMW was created to commemorate the BMW 328 touring coupe which won the 1,000 mile Mille Miglia race in 1940. In the process setting an as-yet unbroken record for the highest average speed, 166.7 km/h (103.5 mph).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/929547/a27_bmwM1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/235936/a27_bmwM1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2006 Mille Miglia concept coupe was never intended to race, but it did feature at the 2006 race where it was unveiled. Built to pay respect to the winning BMW 328 Touring coupe, its drivers, and the engineers who created it, the Mille Miglia concept coupe shares similar lines to the original car but translated into BMW's contemporary style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by the same drivetrain as the BMW Z4 M coupe, the Mille Miglia concept has thoroughly modern underpinnings. However the design process that created the concept were based on traditional methods. Using clay and plaster 3d models instead of computer generated images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/305776/a27_bmwM3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/452483/a27_bmwM3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bodywork of the Mille Miglia concept coupe is made from carbon-fibre reinforced plastic, and its classic flowing lines hide some of the interesting shapes found on the BMW Z4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The asymmetrical LED taillight cuts down from the top of the rear window and curls under the rear of the coupe. BMW say that this unusual layout increases visibility for following vehicles, but in reality it would probably confuse many drivers. Interesting feature nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/187468/a27_bmwM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/537802/a27_bmwM2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2006 BMW Mille Miglia concept coupe is longer, wider and slightly lower than the Z4 it is based on, but the 20 inch old-fashioned wheels are still quite prominent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry to the Mille Miglia is via the rear-hinged canopy. The entire structure, windows and all, lifts up and allows the driver and passenger to climb in, where they are protected by an overhead X-frame roll cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 8. GM Hy-wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/606416/a27_hywire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/688102/a27_hywire2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Motors Hy-wire is the first drivable vehicle that combines a hydrogen fuel cell with by-wire technology. To show off this radically new architecture, the front and rear panels are made of transparent glass. Onlookers can see through the car from front to rear; the liberal use of glass and the absence of a hood also provide a greater visual command of the road for the driver. To reinforce this effect even the seat backs are open. There is no post between the front and rear doors, known as a B-pillar. Drivers and passengers have greatly enhanced legroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/772790/a27_hywire3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/975617/a27_hywire3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The X-drive, which allows steering, braking and other vehicle systems to be controlled electronically rather than mechanically, provides greater freedom for the driver. Drivers now have the option to brake and accelerate with either the right or left hand. The driver accelerates by gently twisting either the right or left hand grip, and brakes by squeezing the brake actuator also located on the hand grips. The hand grips glide up and down for steering, somewhat different than today's vehicles where the steering wheel revolves around a steering column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/143657/a27_hywire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/188985/a27_hywire1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuel cell stack, which produces a continuously available power of 94 kilowatts, is installed in the back of the chassis. Most of the chassis is 11-inches thick, tapering to 7 inches at the edges. The electrical motor drives the front wheels and is installed transversely between them. Three cylindrical storage tanks (5,000 psi - pounds per square inch or 350 bars) are located centrally in the chassis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 7. Scion Fuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all-new Fuse was designed to be the new Scion sports coupe icon. Its goal was to push the limits of a coupe concept by combining entertainment, digital technology, and versatility into one sinister looking package. Most importantly, its styling makes a visual statement about its intention to expand the performance envelope among affordable, entry-level sport coupes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/803559/a27_fuse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/31798/a27_fuse1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exterior of the Fuse was the conception of Calty designers Alex Shen and Bob Mochizuki, who were determined to create a strong performance statement. Inspiration came from the "HAKO" super GT racing cars of Japan, commonly known as the JGTC series. From the side, the Fuse has a low, aggressive stance with a race helmet-inspired wraparound window that provides a panoramic view. The visor-like wraparound windshield is balanced by a strong C-pillar, adding a sense of security and protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, the menacing presence and dark undertones of the Fuse subtly hint there is more than meets the eye. The front of the Fuse glares at you with slim, high-mounted, deep-set headlamps communicating a serious and aggressive attitude. A massive rectangular air intake hints at potential for a large intercooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/637908/a27_fuse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/285079/a27_fuse2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back, wide-body rear flares span the entire rear mass, encasing deep-set vertical tail lamps. The dual exhaust also serves as fog and reverse lamps as lighting encircles each exhaust tip. Wheels are 20-inch custom-machined with LED's on the end of each spoke, which illuminate as turn indicators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top, two horizontal glass panels run the length of the roof, and slide open in both directions offering all occupants access to a personal sunroof. The rear window tapers down to a speed-activated spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/a27_fuse3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/890849/a27_fuse3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to the Scion tradition, the Fuse is equipped with extreme levels of personalization accessories. Headlights and fog lamps can be programmed to illuminate in various colors. Videos or images can be downloaded and viewed on a concealed LCD screen behind the front badge. And then there is the interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 6. Volkswagen EcoRacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/611935/a27_ecoracer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/433418/a27_ecoracer2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prototype consumes a mere 3.4 liters and has a maximum speed of 230 km/h. The EcoRacer is a Coupé, Roadster and Speedster all at the same time. At the Tokyo Motor Show (October 22nd – November 6th), Volkswagen presents an incredibly economic sports car. The EcoRacer's average fuel consumption is as low as 3.4 liters and it reaches a maximum speed of 230 km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/849479/a27_ecoracer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/689177/a27_ecoracer3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to its carbon fiber body, the middle motor sports car weighs a mere 850 kilograms and accelerates in only 6.3 seconds to 100 km/h. This sports car is powered by a 100 kW turbo diesel of the next generation and stands for a trend setting synthesis of rock-solid economy and an abundance of sportiness. 230 km/h, 6.3 seconds, 3.4 liter – a data combination that is as rare as it is fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/111280/a27_ecoracer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/679724/a27_ecoracer1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body design with its new sports car front configuration, LED head and rear lights-system, solid proportions and strong lines, demonstrates that even very economical cars can be a fascinating drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 5. Saab Aero X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/196910/a27_Aero1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/948871/a27_Aero1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saab Aero X concept harnesses the power of Saab's aviation and Scandinavian roots to make a unique statement in performance car design. Conceived as a study to explore future design directions, its innovative features preview the development of an enhanced design language that will inspire future Saab products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one would expect from Saab, this dynamic two-seater sports coupe breaks with automotive design convention both outside and inside.First, there are no doors...or windshield pillars. That's because the Saab Aero X adopts a cockpit canopy, just as you would see on a jet aircraft. It offers the Aero X pilot full 180 degree vision, and also facilitates entry and exit from its low-slung cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/166036/a27_Aero2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/847366/a27_Aero2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrust for the all-wheel-drive Saab Aero X also comes from a powerplant with a difference. The 400-hp, twin-turbo, BioPower V6 engine is fueled entirely by ethanol, a sustainable energy source that is kinder to the environment by cutting fossil CO2 emissions. The 'green power' of this advanced engine gives new meaning to the phrase 'performance with responsibility.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, the Saab Aero X's cockpit also adds a new dimension to clean Scandinavian interior design by completely eliminating conventional dials and buttons. Instead, Saab has applied techniques derived from Swedish glass and precision instrument making, displaying data on glass-like acrylic 'clear zones' in graphic 3-D images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/403505/a27_Aero3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/385667/a27_Aero3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ll exterior and interior lighting is by LED (light-emitting diode), which has given the design team new freedom to exploit the compact packaging benefits of a technology that will be featured increasingly in future Saab products.With weight-saving carbon fiber bodywork, a lightweight powertrain, electronically controlled suspension and all-wheel drive, the Saab Aero X is an exciting driver's car that promises a level of performance to match its looks. Computer simulations anticipate zero to 60mph/100 kph in just 4.9 seconds and a top speed of 155 mph/250 kph (limited).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 4. Nissan Pivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pivo features an innovative cabin that revolves 360 degrees, eliminating the need to reverse. Thanks to its compact body, the car is also exceptionally easy to maneuver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/787390/a27_pivo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/907428/a27_pivo3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three-seater car comes with a number of user-friendly technologies, including Nissan's Around View Monitor which reduces blind spots by displaying the outside surroundings on screens mounted on the inside of the car's A-pillars located on either side of the windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/457709/a27_pivo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/116717/a27_pivo2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dash-mounted infrared (IR) commander allows the driver to operate the navigation and stereo systems with simple finger movements without letting go of the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/709187/a27_pivo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/817854/a27_pivo1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pivo is powered by Nissan's compact, high-performance lithium-ion battery and its unique Super Motor, resulting in zero emissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 3. Chevrolet Camaro 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/866356/a27_camaro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/432958/a27_camaro2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Camaro Concept embodies the performance and passion that have made first-generation Camaros some of the most sought-after collector cars, updating the formula with a fuel-efficient powertrain, sophisticated chassis and contemporary design execution. The goal is to make the sport coupe relevant to younger enthusiasts while retaining its appeal to its current fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/464759/a27_camaro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/383935/a27_camaro1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Camaro's powerful heritage, the GM Design team chose a theme that pays homage to the original Camaro, while being instantly recognizable as an all-new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/63505/a27_camaro3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/47375/a27_camaro3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Camaro Concept features the latest generation of GM's legendary small-block V-8. The 6.0-liter LS2 engine features an aluminum block and heads for light weight, and Active Fuel Management™, which shuts off four cylinders to save fuel when the engine is lightly loaded. This concept version of the LS2 is rated at 400 horsepower, yet it could also deliver more than 30 mpg at highway speeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 2. Chrysler Imperial Concept 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the great Imperials of Chrysler's storied past, the 2006 Imperial concept vehicle is designed as Chrysler's flagship, a luxury sedan that is elegant, provocative, aspirational, yet attainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/614136/a27_imperial1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/50892/a27_imperial1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For inspiration, the designers looked not only to the classic Imperials of the 1930s and 1950s but also to Chrysler's long tradition of creative concept cars, from the earlier Chrysler d'Elegance and Falcon to the more recent Chrysler Chronos and Firepower. This rich heritage is expressed in the crisp line that parallels the sill, then arches up over the rear wheel and flows to the rear of the car, signaling that this is a powerful rear-drive automobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/398559/a27_imperial2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/705439/a27_imperial2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A similarly-shaped line rises up over the front wheel and flows rearward, falling slightly as in moves into the doors. To fully realize the subtleties of the chaste body surfaces, every area was lovingly hand-sculpted in the hallowed tradition of the custom coachbuilt LeBaron bodies of the classic era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/244206/a27_imperial3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/785965/a27_imperial3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the proportions the designers sought, the Imperial, mounted on a 123-inch wheelbase, is 17 inches longer and six inches higher than a 300 sedan. The roof was pulled rearward to enlarge the cabin as well as to create the luxury of length in side view. Most importantly, passengers sit nearly seven inches higher. Combined with the higher hood and deck and the large 22-inch aluminum wheels, this gives the Imperial the noble stance the designers envisioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No 1. Maybach Exelero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/768811/a27_Exelero1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/890367/a27_Exelero1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 700-hp two-seater with a V-12 biturbo engine is a unique custom model produced for Fulda Reifenwerke, which is using the Maybach Exelero as a reference vehicle for a newly developed generation of wide tyres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/116418/a27_Exelero2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/603810/a27_Exelero2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 700-hp two-seater with a V-12 biturbo engine is a unique custom model produced for Fulda Reifenwerke, which is using the Maybach Exelero as a reference vehicle for a newly developed generation of wide tyres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s1600-h/Sony-Vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The German manufacturer of luxury cars built the unique model as a modern interpretation of its legendary streamlined sports car from the 1930s, thereby forging a link with the historical predecessor, which at that time was likewise based on a powerful Maybach automobile (SW 38) and used by Fulda for tyre tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/410773/a27_Exelero3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/780823/a27_Exelero3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Exelero embodies the highest expression to date of the Maybach individualization strategy of offering specific custom solutions on request. In initial tests on the high-speed track in Nardo (Italy), the unique vehicle reached a top speed of 351.45 km/h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116845042971026912?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116845042971026912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116845042971026912' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116845042971026912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116845042971026912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/10-incredible-concept-cars.html' title='10 Incredible Concept Cars'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s72-c/Sony-Vaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116826662931155597</id><published>2007-01-08T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:02:49.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Old Pictures in Color</title><content type='html'>The oldest known color photograph: 1872&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/479943/a52_first.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/353317/a52_first.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Autochrome process was perfected in France, this photograph of a landscape in Southern France was taken. No, it is not hand-tinted. This is a color-photograph.&lt;br /&gt;(Note: It was published in a Time/Life Book entitled "Color" in 1972, "courtesey of George Eastman House, Paulus Lesser.") You are looking at the birth of color photography seven years after the American Civil War. 130 years ago this view of Angouleme, France, was created by a "subtractive" method. This is the basis for all color photography, even today. It was taken by Louis Ducos du Hauron who proposed the method in 1869. It was not until the 1930's that this method was perfected for commercial use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Color Photos from the Russian Empire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/481345/a52_monastery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/588838/a52_monastery.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monastery from the Solarium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color film was non-existent in 1909 Russia, yet in that year a photographer named Sergei Mikhailovich Prokudin-Gorskii embarked on a photographic survey of his homeland and captured hundreds of photos in full, vivid color. His photographic plates were black and white, but he had developed an ingenious photographic technique which allowed him to use them to produce accurate color images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/482044/a52_Bukhara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/343067/a52_Bukhara.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emir of Bukhara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He accomplished this with a clever camera of his own design, which took three black and white photos of a scene in rapid sequence, each though a differently colored filter. His photographic plates were long and slender, capturing all three images onto the same plate, resulting in three monochrome images which each had certain color information filtered out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/334850/a52_prison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/974774/a52_prison.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Zindan (prison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergei was then able to use a special image projector to project the three images onto a screen, each directly overlapping the others, and each through the appropriately colored filter. The recombined projection was a full-color representation of the original scene. Emir of BukharaEach three-image series captured by the camera stored all of the color information onto the black and white plates; all they lacked was actual tint, which the color filters on the projector restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/459574/a52_Dagestani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/893063/a52_Dagestani.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dagestani Types&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsar Nicholas II fully supported Sergei's ambitious plan to document the Russian Empire, and provided a specially equipped railroad car which enclosed a darkroom for Sergei to develop his glass plates. He took hundreds of these color photos all over Russia from 1909 through 1915.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autochrome Lumière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/710176/a52_autochrome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/948445/a52_autochrome.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 1907, the first practical color photographic plates were introduced to the world by the Lumière brothers in France. The plates were called "Autochrome Lumière," and they were made up of microscopic potato starch grains which were dyed orange, green, and blue; sandwiched between black-and-white film and a piece of glass; then coated in shellac. The tiny starch grains acted as color filters, making the film essentially a mosaic made up of many tiny pieces. Once the black-and-white film base was developed, the dyed starch layer which had acted as many tiny color filters when the photo was taken now did the same task in reverse, giving the color back to the underlying image. The technology was a bit crude and grainy, but it was able to capture full color images which turned out looking rather impressionistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/643504/a52_french.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/165553/a52_french.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marine RiflemenAutochrome film was expensive, slow and rare, so it didn't see a lot of use by the general public. But when World War One broke out in 1914, the French army began photographing soldiers and scenery, and some of their photos were taken with this new color film. As a result, a large proportion of color photos from that time are images of French soldiers in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Color Photos from WWI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although color photography was around prior to 1903, the Lumière brothers, Auguste and Louis, patented the process in 1903 and developed the first color film in 1907. The French army was the primary source of color photos during the course of World War One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/266561/a52_wwi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/60245/a52_wwi1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/70373/a52_wwi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/128337/a52_wwi3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/375874/a52_wwi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/168155/a52_wwi4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/8195/a52_wwi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/472605/a52_wwi2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Color Photos from WWII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that most people imagine World War II solely in black and white has a solid historical reason: most of the estimated 40 million photos taken between 1939 and 1940 were not in color. The photographers of Russia's Red Army didn't even carry any color film with them, despite the fact that Kodak's Kodachrome, the first mass-produced color film available, appeared in the US beginning in 1935 and came to Europe a year later. It took a while for color to catch on among photographers, and it wasn't until after the end of the war that it came to dominate the field of photo-journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/318024/a52_wwii3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/259556/a52_wwii3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/549100/a52_wwii1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/796356/a52_wwii1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/991384/a52_wwii5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/775503/a52_wwii5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/590694/a52_wwii4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/462708/a52_wwii4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/403582/a52_wwii2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/915438/a52_wwii2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116826662931155597?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116826662931155597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116826662931155597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116826662931155597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116826662931155597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-old-pictures-in-color.html' title='The First Old Pictures in Color'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116807216643418912</id><published>2007-01-05T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:28.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible Watermelon Creations</title><content type='html'>I collect here the most incredible watermelons in all world, they all have amazing design, but the first three are incredible, they are really something special and people How made this watermelon are really good Artist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head Watermelon (This is definitely the ultimated Creation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/326328/watermelon-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/923313/watermelon-face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s1600-h/Sony-Vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin or OWL Watermelon (this creation is my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/337186/nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 236px; cursor: pointer; height: 345px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/337186/nice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/776705/117-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/816926/117-02.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch here competition "Who is the Best"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/_L8III4K8zk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 400px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/_L8III4K8zk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 400px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/_L8III4K8zk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_L8III4K8zk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/662190/Vegie-110_1052-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 381px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/380198/Vegie-110_1052-02.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/452767/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 383px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/425176/image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/794242/xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 380px; cursor: pointer; height: 278px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/619204/xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/661492/fea_carve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 378px; cursor: pointer; height: 249px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/852265/fea_carve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/457297/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 375px; cursor: pointer; height: 281px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/383241/image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/374671/carving-watermelon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 376px; cursor: pointer; height: 282px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/460653/carving-watermelon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/357574/Baby%20Shower%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 378px; cursor: pointer; height: 233px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/991903/Baby%20Shower%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/701778/TojXRb_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/959124/TojXRb_fs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/776191/swan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/801370/swan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started to ask a questions about about Watermelon people direct me on this Tutorial How to make "The Swan" and some extras just for you guys i find on youtube video clip how one guy make the watermelon art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUTORIAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A graceful centerpiece for any special occasion ... easy enough to make for the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;* Sharp pointed utensil&lt;br /&gt;* Sharp knife&lt;br /&gt;* Large spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carving Template:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/582333/swan_template.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/702580/swan_template.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Any Shape watermelon can work. Pick one that's right for your table.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cut a thin slice from the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;3. Draw the outlines for the swan as shown in the pattern image.&lt;br /&gt;4. Use a sharp knife or decorating tool to cut along the lines of the pattern. Cut all the way through the rind when cutting the top portion that will be cut away.&lt;br /&gt;5. Be careful to leave the beak attached to the feathers for stability.&lt;br /&gt;6. Use a knife to hollow out an eye.&lt;br /&gt;7. To remove the top section, first cut it into quarters.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hollow the melon and trim the features so they are not too thick.&lt;br /&gt;9. You can use a melon baller to remove the remaining melon.&lt;br /&gt;10. Fill with approx. 1 cup of fruit salad, depending on the size of the melon. Serve remaining fruit salad in another bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNN8QU5aywc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 300px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNN8QU5aywc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNN8QU5aywc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNN8QU5aywc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="400" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/902179/IMG_3223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/179404/IMG_3223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/341608/w1_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116807216643418912?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116807216643418912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116807216643418912' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116807216643418912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116807216643418912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/incredible-watermelon-creations.html' title='Incredible Watermelon Creations'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s72-c/Sony-Vaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116785112550043323</id><published>2007-01-03T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:57:36.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 High-Tech Cell Phones You Can’t  Buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.Pantech’s Flexus Mobile Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantech’s sleek “Flexus” mobile phone concept recently took home the iF Design Award for Excellence &amp; Innovation. This handset boasts a “trackball and Moto PEBL-esque keypad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/532431/flex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/835480/flex.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.NEC’s “Tag” Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEC has just unveiled “Tag”, its next-generation cell phone concept. Available in white, black, or orange varities, this device boasts ‘”shape-memorizing” material — the tag will bend and twist at your command.’ Other specifications have not yet been released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/572327/tag_nec2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/181854/tag_nec2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.Nokia Aeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia's research and development team have kicked it up a gear with an attractive "aeon" concept phone showing up in the R&amp;D section of the company's website. The most prominent design feature of aeon is a touchscreen that stretches over the full surface area of the phone, similar to BenQ-Siemens's Black box concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/264225/aeon-concept-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/361459/aeon-concept-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Currently mobile technology isn't quite up to realizing this fantasy, but we'll sleep better tonight knowing that at least one of the cellphone industry's biggest names shares the same dream as we do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.Synaptics Onyx Mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/468338/mobileconcept7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/264469/mobileconcept7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synaptics introduces the Onyx mobile phone concept, which comes equipped with a touch-sensitive LCD panel instead of a regular keypad, allowing you to answer the handset “by simply holding it to your cheek, messages sent by swiping them off the screen with the whole finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQo06jihwf8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQo06jihwf8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQo06jihwf8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Pantech Pivot Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designed by Lunar Designs for Pantech, Pivot Point is a futuristic mobile phone concept, sporting a “swiveling screen that can be set up like an easel for easy typing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/821525/pantech_pivot_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/803959/pantech_pivot_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Motorola PVOT Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designed for developing nations, the Motorola PVOT concept is a hand crank, rechargeable AA battery-powered phone. You get one minute of use for every 25 cranks. Other features include a 125 x 125 Dot Matrix LCD and an “Eraser Shield” keypad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/808378/aa_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/858951/aa_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Dual-Screen Cell Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alloy Total Product Design’s “The Polygon” boasts two displays: a standard high-resolution display for viewing data and a touchscreen for accessing menus, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/525628/alloy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/421166/alloy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116785112550043323?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116785112550043323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116785112550043323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116785112550043323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116785112550043323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/7-high-tech-cell-phones-you-cant-buy.html' title='7 High-Tech Cell Phones You Can’t  Buy'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116772154069000331</id><published>2007-01-01T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:58:55.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnificent Pictures'/><title type='text'>Amazing Paint Made Pictures</title><content type='html'>Anyone who has ever opened up MS Paint knows, creating something worthy is near impossible, but not for this guys — MS Paint is merely a playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Bender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created by “squattail”, this masterpiece features a wide variety of images, including “Bender” from Futurama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/237475/bender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/795010/bender.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Bugatti Veyron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate MS Paint(er) is back at it again. This time “V” draws up a Bugatti Veyron using just a normal mouse, MS Paint, and lots of skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 400px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/pccuSldsnZg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/pccuSldsnZg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 400px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/pccuSldsnZg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 400px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/pccuSldsnZg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pccuSldsnZg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.“Ultimate MS Paint”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“V” shows us what you can really do in MS Paint with a Wacom tablet and lots of skill. If you have any creations worth showing off, please leave us a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/596403/ultimate_paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/639592/ultimate_paint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has ever opened up MS Paint knows, creating something worthy is near impossible, but not for this guy — MS Paint is merely a playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Supercar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 400px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtjDOfEVzHo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtjDOfEVzHo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 400px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtjDOfEVzHo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtjDOfEVzHo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtjDOfEVzHo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Venice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonster proves that MS Paint is more than just a lame excuse for a photo editing program, by creating this masterpiece using only an &lt;a href="http://xs74.xs.to/pics/06134/inspiration_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt; as guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/58883/beautiful_mspaint_artwork_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/798880/beautiful_mspaint_artwork_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116772154069000331?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116772154069000331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116772154069000331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116772154069000331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116772154069000331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/amazing-paint-made-pictures.html' title='Amazing Paint Made Pictures'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116771975486993962</id><published>2007-01-01T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:14:52.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrities House</title><content type='html'>Do you like the celebrities from hollywood? I am sure that you always want to know more information about them. Here is a collection of Hollywood Celebrities houses and you can know where are they staying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/34990/Eminem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/196099/Eminem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem House do you want to buy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/429459/Eddie-Murphy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/294582/Eddie-Murphy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Murphy House... Just Castle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/439611/George-Clooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/460855/George-Clooney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney House, Common House, Clooney is simple man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/610803/Enrique-Iglesias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/387421/Enrique-Iglesias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Iglesias, No comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/193083/Sylvester-Stallone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/489309/Sylvester-Stallone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester Stallone House , little, simple hous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/482704/Denzel-Washington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/729587/Denzel-Washington.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denzel Wasington, Diznilend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/144669/Demi-Moore-Ashton-Kutcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/348183/Demi-Moore-Ashton-Kutcher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Moore - Ashton Kutcher&lt;br /&gt;I Wondering wer they ar playing Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/497578/Cindy-Crawford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/73261/Cindy-Crawford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy Crawford, I like this women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/11954/Drew-Barrymore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/856642/Drew-Barrymore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House of Drew Barrymore, I see not a thing, is it Fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/287423/Catherine-Zeta-Jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/177127/Catherine-Zeta-Jones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Zeta-Jones House, just 4, bed, bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116771975486993962?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116771975486993962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116771975486993962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116771975486993962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116771975486993962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2007/01/celebrities-house.html' title='Celebrities House'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116737688866620192</id><published>2006-12-28T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:28.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Most Bizarre Celebrities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William Hung: the Chinese American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/188121/inspiration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 250px; height: 250px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/678830/inspiration.jpg" border="0" height="297" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William Hung is a Chinese American college student and American entertainer who gained fame and notoriety in early 2004 as a result of his poorly received audition performance of Ricky Martin's hit song "She Bangs" on the third season of the television series American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, I really like music. It is very good. I want to make music my living." This was Hung's statement before he started singing Ricky Martin's "She Bangs!". As judges Randy Jackson and Paula Abdul tried to hold back their laughter, judge Simon Cowell dismissed Hung's performance outright: "You can't sing, you can't dance, so what do you want me to say?" Hung defended himself, stating, "Um, I already gave my best, and I have no regrets at all." Jackson and Abdul applauded his positive response, and Abdul said, "That's the best attitude yet." Hung's response to Cowell's criticism was in stark contrast to earlier contestants' often angry, confrontational rejoinders. Hung also remarked, "And you know, I have no professional training of singing and dancing," eliciting a response of mock surprise from Simon Cowell, saying, "No, well this is the surprise of the century." Hung was not admitted to the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/781903/William%2520Hung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 191px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/423752/William%2520Hung.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung rapidly gained a cult following around the world. A William Hung fan site set up by Realtor Don Chin and his wife Laura, recorded over four million hits within its first week. Hung subsequently appeared as a guest on a number of television programs including On Air with Ryan Seacrest, Entertainment Tonight, The Late Show With David Letterman, Countdown with Keith Olbermann, The Howard Stern Radio Show, The Ellen DeGeneres Show, Dateline NBC, and CBS's The Early Show. He was also featured in numerous magazines and newspapers nationwide and parodied on Saturday Night Live and Celebrity Deathmatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 8, Koch Entertainment announced that Hung had decided to sign a record deal. The album has sold 195,000 copies, and reached #3 on Amazon.com's sales rankings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung released a Christmas album, Hung for the Holidays, on October 19, 2004. Hung's third album, Miracle: Happy Summer from William Hung, was released July 12, 2005 and became an instant failure. Its poor reception perhaps indicates that Hung's fifteen minutes of fame had finally run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s1600-h/Sony-Vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s320/Sony-Vaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024346258287337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moneyfortrying.com/affiliates/idevaffiliate.php?id=107_3_3_9"&gt;Become a product tester and get a FREE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moneyfortrying.com/affiliates/idevaffiliate.php?id=107_3_3_9"&gt;Sony Vaio Laptop!  Click Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gary Brolsma: the Numa Numa Dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Flash-based video of now twenty-year-old American Gary Brolsma lip-synching the song energetically on his webcam brought the Numa Numa phenomenon to the US video. Brolsma has stated that he first discovered the song in the Japanese flash animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/496292/a26_numanuma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/468798/a26_numanuma.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brolsma first published his "Numa Numa Dance" on the Newgrounds site on December 6, 2004. Since then it has popped up on hundreds of other websites and blogs, and he has made appearances on ABC's Good Morning America, NBC's The Tonight Show and VH1's Best Week Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brolsma is a resident of the state of New Jersey and is reportedly not happy with his fame, although he has created tweaked versions of the video since it became popular. According to The New York Times, Brolsma has become an "unwilling and embarrassed Web celebrity." Brolsma has stopped taking phone calls from the media; he canceled an appearance on NBC's Today Show on February 17, 2005, and he did not cooperate with The New York Times for their February 26, 2005 article about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghyslain Raza: the Star Wars kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghyslain Raza (born 1988), from Canada, became known throughout the Internet in May 2003 as the "Star Wars Kid" when a video clip he recorded of himself was leaked online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/611592/starwarskid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 142px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/603651/starwarskid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 4, 2002 Raza made a video of himself swinging a golf ball retriever around as if it were a weapon. Most believe he was imitating the Star Wars character Darth Maul with a lightsaber. The video was filmed at the studio of Séminaire St-Joseph high school. The tape was left forgotten in a basement for a few months. On or around April 19, 2003, the original owner of the videotape discovered Raza's recorded acts and immediately shared it with some friends. Thinking that it would be a funny prank, they encoded it to a WMV file and shared it using the Kazaa peer-to-peer file sharing network, calling the videofile Jackass_starwars_funny.wmv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within two weeks, the file was downloaded several times. An adapted version of the video was created, adding Star Wars music, texts, and lightsaber lights and sounds to Raza's golf ball retriever. According to Waxy.org, this was done by Bryan Dube, an employee from Raven Software. Several gaming, technology and Star Wars-related sites began to host the video, which caused the video to be downloaded more and more. Soon, people all over the world picked up the original and began making conversions of it, adding music, visual effects, and sounds, combining it with other well-known videos or scenes from films, for comic effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/516940/star_sak2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/870236/star_sak2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raza reportedly suffered considerable embarrassment, in part because the video showed him to be overweight, and not particularly graceful. The case raised privacy issues and was extensively reported in mainstream news media worldwide, including the New York Times, CBS News and BBC News. The boy had to undergo therapy and counseling that began on October 12 and is currently still suffering chronic depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahir Cagri: "I KISS YOU!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/28806/mahir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/556761/mahir.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mahir Cagri: "I KISS YOU!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Mahir Cagri, a resident of Turkey, became an Internet celebrity in 1999. His picture-laden personal homepage, which exclaimed in broken English his love of the accordion and travel, was visited by millions and spawned numerous fansites and parodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahir claimed in various interviews that his personal webpage was hacked, with additions such as "I like sex" embedded into his webpage. His website was quickly spread through word of mouth on the internet. The website came at a time when "Internet phenomenon" was a new concept for Internet users, media, and the curious public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/524906/article_0105_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 215px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/231991/article_0105_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some quotes from his site:&lt;br /&gt;"I KISS YOU!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Who is want to come TURKEY I can invitate ..... She can stay my home ........"&lt;br /&gt;"I like sex"&lt;br /&gt;"I like music, I have many many music enstrumans my home I can play"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Péter Guzli: Tourist guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/259638/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/252994/view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tourist guy, is an Internet phenomenon consisting of a photograph of a tourist (Péter Guzli) that has appeared in many Photoshopped pictures after the September 11, 2001 attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one who claimed to be the tourist was the Brazilian businessman José Roberto Penteado. When Penteado started to get media attention, including an offer to be in a Volkswagen commercial, a 25 year old Hungarian man named Péter Guzli came forward as the real tourist. Guzli says, however, that he does not want publicity and did not originally release his last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guzli took the photo on November 28, 1997, and was also responsible for the initial edit. He edited the image for a few friends, not realizing it would spread so quickly across the Internet. He first provided the original undoctored photo and several other photos from the same series as proof to a Hungarian newspaper. Later on, Wired News examined the evidence and confirmed that Guzli was the real tourist guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florence Foster Jenkins: The Glory (????) of Human Voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/184228/a26_jenkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/17943/a26_jenkins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Florence Foster Jenkins (1868) was an American soprano who became famous for her complete lack of singing ability. she became tremendously popular in her unconventional way: her audiences apparently loved her for the amusement she provided rather than her musical ability. Jenkins was firmly convinced of her greatness, comparing herself favourably to the renowned sopranos Frieda Hempel and Luisa Tetrazzini, and dismissed the laughter which often came from the audience during her performances as coming from her rivals consumed by "professional jealousy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenkins restricted her rare performances to a few favorite venues, and her annual recital at the Ritz-Carlton ballroom in New York City. Attendance of her recitals was always limited to her loyal clubwomen and a select few others - she handled distribution of the coveted tickets herself. At the age of 76, Jenkins finally yielded to public demand and performed at Carnegie Hall on October 25, 1944. So anticipated was the performance that tickets for the event sold out weeks in advance. Jenkins died a month later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dick Assman: a famous name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/142114/DickAssman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/858505/DickAssman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dick Assman is a Saskatchewan gas station owner whose name propelled him to international celebrity status in 1995. Assman, who worked at Petro-Canada's Victoria Square Mall station in Regina, was discovered by David Letterman, who was amused by his name. Assman was lavishly introduced on July 24, 1995, on The Late Show with David Letterman, where he was a nightly feature for about a month. Live field units in Canada interviewed him for the show. Over the weeks, Assman received a musical tribute from Tony Orlando, while Joe Namath declared himself an "Ass-maniac".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/77566/daveassman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/87628/daveassman.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vancouver polling company Angus Reid reported that 49 percent of surveyed Canadians in September 1995 had heard of his name. Assman received a number of contracts for commercial appearances, was asked to run for public office, and received many marriage proposals. Assmania came to a close in August when Assman visited the Ed Sullivan Theater and was presented with a bouquet of roses by Letterman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noel Godin: the cream pie flinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/465107/a26_godin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/367340/a26_godin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noel Godin (1945) is a Belgian writer, critic, actor and notorious cream pie flinger or ‘entarteur’. Godin gained global attention in 1998 when his group ambushed Microsoft CEO Bill Gates in Brussels, pelting the software magnate with pies. Godin claims his goal has long been to ‘entarte’ as many people like Gates as possible - people he feels are particularly self-important and lacking a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godin, who uses the pseudonym ‘Georges Le Gloupier’ has also inspired an unknown number of followers around the world, who now regularly provide him with details about the whereabouts of various important potential targets. It took 32 people to conduct the Bill Gates operation. His followers take care to look as ridiculous as possible as they throw their tarts, smiling broadly, spouting anti-pretentious poetry and repeating "gloup, gloup, gloup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pope Michael I: the elected Pope from Kansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/430800/a26_pope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/533996/a26_pope.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David Allen Bawden (born 1959), is an American citizen who was elected "Pope Michael I" by a group of six Conclavist or post-Sedevacantist Catholics, arguing that the elections of the last 6 popes were invalid because they are all modernists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedevacantists argue that if the College of Cardinals will not or cannot elect a valid pope, ordinary Catholics can do so, under the principle of "Epikeia" (Equity). Acting on the basis of this, David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawden was elected Pope by six people on 1990 (including himself and his parents). He is still on the job to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henry Earl: 936 alcohol-related offenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/589832/a26_earl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/358774/a26_earl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry Earl (born 1949) is a homeless African-American man from Kentucky who is famous primarily because of his extensive police record, mostly for non-violent alcohol-related offenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry's rise to fame was in large part due to the fact that the Fayette County Jail had a public web site which listed a person's arrest record and mug shots. Henry Earl had an extensive record, and a wide range of emotions expressed in the mug shots, from despondent to happy. This page was linked to regularly by Internet news blogs - in particular, Fark.com and www.messedup.net. The web site eventually had to be shut down due to the strain that was placed upon it. Later, a Henry Earl website was made in tribute to him, by the admin of www.messedup.net, Heywood Jablomey. Henry has made numerous talk show appearances and has been featured in national and international media venues, including MSNBC, the UK Sunday Mail, and Jimmy Kimmel Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/393411/Drunk%20statistic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/393411/Drunk%20statistic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116737688866620192?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116737688866620192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116737688866620192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116737688866620192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116737688866620192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2006/12/10-most-bizarre-celebrities_28.html' title='10 Most Bizarre Celebrities'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-2i3-C1Saeg/RboQTUHHn5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H8Ja0TH0fZA/s72-c/Sony-Vaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116714210246546109</id><published>2006-12-26T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:13:07.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Brides Wedding dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/669426/f3011066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/623079/f3011066.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It felt so good to talk to other brides  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);"&gt;and to      see that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);"&gt; everyone is going through      similar difficult issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/931054/crazy_brides_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/80848/crazy_brides_13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is upset about something, suggest to her that it might be her fault. This will pave the way for her own personal improvement, and every girl needs some improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/265172/f3011063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/741171/f3011063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"I got so much more out of this workshop          than I ever expected!  I learned so much, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;         feel much less stressed&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/952435/brides_060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/535164/brides_060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/adsense&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you care about her, never ever tell her. This will only give her self confidence. Then you can never turn her into the object she deep down desires to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/228102/crazy_brides_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/403296/crazy_brides_09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Framing the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;          transition from fiancee to wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: 700;font-family:Arial;" &gt;          as an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;identity          change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: 700;font-family:Arial;" &gt; was         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;really          validating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;The family mapping was very useful, personally, and fascinating to see          others' family maps too -- how the same themes came up in different          family situations.   Allison's own experiences were very validating and          useful reminders of what we're all going through.  There was &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;great interplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);font-family:Arial;" &gt;          between the women attending.  This workshop was very rewarding and          consequential for me.  Thank you so much!"&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/230743/crazy_brides_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/670016/crazy_brides_11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank  you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for coming up with such a great idea.  I definitely needed it."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/193493/crazy_brides_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/517291/crazy_brides_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take her out to dinner. Right when she's about to order interrupt and say "No, she's not hungry". Make her watch you eat. Girls love a guy that speaks for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/161527/crazy_brides_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/195930/crazy_brides_08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I loved it! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);font-family:Arial;" &gt; This          workshop offers explanations and clarifications          on &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);font-family:Arial;" &gt;what is really going on  emotionally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);"&gt;during  this transition from fiancée to wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);font-family:Arial;" &gt; as well as &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;support and encouragement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);font-family:Arial;" &gt;."&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/865835/brides_045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/355997/brides_045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you're talking to another girl, make sure she's looking. When she is, stare into her eyes, mouth the words '**** you,' and grab the other girl's ass. Girls love competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/940926/brides_033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/339828/brides_033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);"&gt;For      me, the most helpful discussion was the exploration of "Why are we crying?"       It helped me figure out the complexity of the underlying emotions that      brought the tears on.   &lt;/span&gt;This discussion gave me more courage to          feel my feelings&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);"&gt;,      with the understanding that once I let a feeling out and pass through me, it      will pass.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;These are emotions that all brides feel, no matter how happy we      are, and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it feels GREAT to think and      feel about them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/241108/brides_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/182790/brides_036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sharing      our crises and concerns was really helpful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 11);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.       It just helps to have support during this time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/36536/brides_031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/744789/brides_031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was scared to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;full of anxiety and thinking, 'What did I get myself into?'&lt;/span&gt;Working with you  really helped me to calm down.  I understood that I was not alone and that  what I was feeling was normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/265729/brides_027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/643061/brides_027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once a month sneak up on her from behind and knock her over. Girls are like dogs. They love to be roughed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/474142/brides_030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/582513/brides_030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never hold her hand. This can be interpreted as a sign of weakness. If she grabs your hand, squeeze hers really, really hard until she cries. This will impress her by showing her what a strong man you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/660209/brides_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/592724/brides_026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When she asks how she looks, shrug and say "could be better." This will keep her on her toes, and girls love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523224/brides_025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/938524/brides_025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let her fall asleep in your arms. When she's fast asleep, wait 10 minutes then JUMP UP AND SCREAM IN HER EAR! Repeat until she goes home and you can use your arms for more important things. Like basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/940487/brides_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/83501/brides_021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Give her one of your t-shirts... and make sure it has your smell on it. But not a sexy cologne smell. A bad smell. You know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/397012/brides_023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/588981/brides_023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take her to a party. When you get there she'll have to go to the bathroom (they always do). Leave immediately. Come back right when the party's dying and yell at her the whole way home for ditching you at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/872598/brides_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/833395/brides_024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tell her you're taking her out to dinner. Drive for miles so she thinks it's going to be really special. Then take her to a burning tire yard. When she starts to get upset tell her you were just kidding and now you're really going to take her to dinner. Then drive her home. When she starts crying and asks why you would do something like that lean over and whisper very quietly into her ear "...because I can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/598005/brides_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/438891/brides_018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Make her laugh. A good way to do this is if she has a small pet. Kick the pet. I always find stuff like that funny. Why shouldn't girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/863269/brides_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/428844/brides_010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Play with her ****. Play with it HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/614668/brides_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/946228/brides_015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If she's mad at you for not calling her when you say you will, promise her that you will call her at a certain time of the day. This will ensure that she waits by the phone. Tell her when you call you're going to tell her a special surprise. Now she'll be really excited. Now don't call. That's also quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/63407/brides_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/583909/brides_017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you care about her, never ever tell her. This will only give her self confidence. Then you can never turn her into the object she deep down desires to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/953722/brides_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/504632/brides_016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Warm her up when she's cold... but not by giving her your jacket, because then you might get cold. Rather, look her in the eye and say, "If you don't stop *****ing about the cold right now, you're going to be *****ing about a black eye." The best way to get warm is with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/721529/brides_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/517224/brides_011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Remember her birthday, but don't get her anything. Teach her material objects aren't important. The only thing that's important is that she keeps you happy. And your happiness is the greatest present she can ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/608044/brides_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/848975/brides_007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Introduce her to your friends as "some chick". Women love those special nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/723348/brides_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/235685/brides_002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take her out to dinner. Right when she's about to order interrupt and say "No, she's not hungry". Make her watch you eat. Girls love a guy that speaks for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/612878/brides_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/376293/brides_009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Recognize the small things; they usually mean the most. Then when she's sleeping, steal all her small things and break them. Because jewelry is for wussies and Asian ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" fullpost=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116714210246546109?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116714210246546109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116714210246546109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116714210246546109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116714210246546109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2006/12/crazy-brides-wedding-dresses.html' title='Crazy Brides Wedding dresses'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116688971329451332</id><published>2006-12-23T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:12:33.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Fun of Santa</title><content type='html'>How do we make fun of Santa Claus? Let me count the ways! Collection of &lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2006/12/10-most-annoying-christmas-songs.html"&gt;The 10 Most Annoying Christmas Songs &lt;/a&gt;videos was a good, but its only the beginning. See, I have spent Christmas quite a few years now shopping for gifts, paying for gifts, wrapping gifts, hiding gifts, then getting up in the middle of the night Christmas Eve to leave gifts under the tree AND stuff stockings. But who gets the credit? Santa Claus! So you can’t blame me for having a little online fun at his expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Forget doodling, use the &lt;a href="http://scottsmind.com/games/evil-santa/"&gt;Evil Santa Generator!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/57203/SantaGenerat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/353802/SantaGenerat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Battlestar Galactica Holiday Greeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vRN1gpPHZXU" width="350" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why Santa didn’t answer your letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwOIWkB0qcE" width="350" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.lettersfrombadsanta.com/index.html"&gt;Letters from Bad Santa&lt;/a&gt;. This site paints the old man as an evil letcher. Isn’t this a lovely picture? You should read &lt;a href="http://www.lettersfrombadsanta.com/letters.html"&gt;some of his letters&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/193006/banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/609517/banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How far can you throw &lt;a href="http://www.fetchfido.co.uk/games/slingshot_santa/slingshot_santa.htm"&gt;Slingshot Santa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/328174/Bajanj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/537067/Bajanj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Santa Claus Conquers the Martians. Its hard to believe anything could be more embarrassing to Santa Claus than appearing in this film. You can watch &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/santa_claus_conquers_the_martians"&gt;the movie in its entirety&lt;/a&gt; right there at your desk. If you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/699910/Santa-Martians1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/152314/Santa-Martians1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Santa goes shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_wBITd5eHU" width="350" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.fetchfido.co.uk/games/jingle-smells/jingle-smells.htm"&gt;Jingle Smells&lt;/a&gt;. I saw that picture dozens of times last year. I thought, “Too juvenile. Not funny enough.” Then I saw Jingle Smells. When I heard the music, I could NOT stop laughing. Yes, still juvenile, but now its funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/52279/Smell%20like%20dog%20shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/332222/Smell%20like%20dog%20shit.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.worth1000.com/cache/contest/contestcache.asp?contest_id=13145&amp;display=photoshop#entries"&gt;The Secret Life of Santa Claus&lt;/a&gt;. See what he does the rest of the year in this Worth 1000 contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/872678/Kringel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/381302/Kringel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Do-It-Yourself Method.Folks like me who have no graphic skills at all can put words in Santa’s mouth with applications like &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/captioner.php"&gt;Captioner&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://wigflip.com/saywhat/"&gt;Say What&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/85891/BADSantaNude.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/827601/BADSantaNude.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft! Its just as well, I'd have to buy it, pay for it, and wrap it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116688971329451332?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116688971329451332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116688971329451332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116688971329451332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116688971329451332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2006/12/making-fun-of-santa.html' title='Making Fun of Santa'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116663266131546350</id><published>2006-12-20T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:12:10.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 Most Annoying Christmas Songs</title><content type='html'>The holidays are a time of joy, a time of togetherness, and a time of some of the most annoying music on the planet being hammered into your skull 24-7 like so many molten nails slathered with weaponized E. coli. And it’s only getting worse: Thanks to the increasing consultant-run crapfest that is modern monopolistic radio, this year, an unbelievable 400 different stations in the U.S. switched to an all-holiday music format, all the time, starting back at Thanksgiving. No, seriously. And many big cities even have more than one station doing it, and you know they’re all playing the same stuff over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Dr. Elmo, “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe we wouldn’t hate this song so much if we’d only heard it once or twice; novelty songs have a tendency to lose their punch rather &lt;adsense&gt;quickly. But this song’s unquenchable endurance testifies to its evil power. Every year we think (we hope, we pray) it’s dead, then it comes right back like a festering herpes sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vPaGQEskSKM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vPaGQEskSKM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Beach Boys, “Little Saint Nick”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We really wanted to use a clip of Brian Wilson performing this horrible ditty on Jimmy Kimmel last Christmas, but the sight of a chair-bound Wilson, unable to keep his lips moving along to the guiding vocal or even put his hands up on the keyboard, was just too sad. We didn’t want that to distract you from the fact that this brutal caterwauling though a completely nonsensical song about a drag-racing Santa shows that the man got off easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4IUUg_iDINs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4IUUg_iDINs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Madonna, “Santa Baby”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The song may technically be a classic, but Eartha Kitt’s sexually disturbing “Santa Baby” is one of the worst Christmas songs ever performed…now outdone by Madonna’s totally unnecessary cover version featuring a piss-poor impersonation of Eartha. Hurry down her chimney, Santa! It should be an easy fit… (We were going to put up video of Madonna actually singing it, but this clip of some dudes skating in Central Park to the song is sooooo much more entertaining.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6_9LWuHsrA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6_9LWuHsrA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Adam Sandler, “Hannukah Song 3″&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We don’t want to disriminate in our hatred based on religion, so we’ll include one Hannukah song on the list. As if this painfully-unnecessary-sequel-to-an-unnec essary-sequel of an overplayed-but-good song isn’t bad enough, it insists on supporting the career of Rob Schneider amidst its all-new list of partial Chosen People. Watch the video for the uncomfortable moment at 2:59 when Adam sings, “Jennifer Connelly’s half-Jewish too, but I’d like to put some more in her”…while backed by a chorus of cherubic young children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUHqfomLnC8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUHqfomLnC8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Mannheim Steamroller, “Deck the Halls”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They play songs everyone knows on a crappy Casio keyboard with a disco beat and they sell millions and millions of albums. Thanks to the fact that we as Americans are complete morons, these Mannhymen have sold 27 million records in the U.S. alone, and are officially the best-selling holiday act of all time. Hope you’re proud of yourselves, America. This is why the terrorists hate us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B8A3HnEEaE8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B8A3HnEEaE8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. The Singing Dogs, “Jingle Bells”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This gratingly awful ditty proves that a bark can indeed be worse than the most painful, gangrenous bite. As if the one song isn’t annoying enough, it’s only part of an entire 40-minute album…that inspired several sequel albums and a Jingle Cats spin-off. And to think that in some countries these dogs are eaten—can we live there too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VnnILGejGZc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VnnILGejGZc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Winger, “Silent Night”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As if the off-key vocal “harmonies” don’t massacre the song badly enough in its traditional arrangement, about halfway through Kip Winger asks his boys to “make it a little more funky.” Then the hair band begins a pathetically pre-rehearsed “ad-lib” into a rocking version of Silent Night that completely defies the title of the song. Fun fact: It was soon after this little performance aired that MTV started moving away from playing music videos. Coincidence? We think not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/07CqebIXsWI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/07CqebIXsWI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Jessica and Ashlee Simpson, “Little Drummer Boy”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apart, these two Sisters of Suck are bad enough, but put them together and they’re suddenly the Wonder Twins of terrible. From the opening notes Jessica shows a level of total tone-deafness that would make Helen Keller cringe, and the girls’ complete lack of harmony when Ashlee chimes in only makes it worse. Beware: If you once thought of these girls sexually (we’re looking at you, Joe Simpson), this song will cure you of that. It’s the equivalent of seeing a hot girl sneeze all over herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kMN9pc2snCA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kMN9pc2snCA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Newsong, “Christmas Shoes”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s almost as if the Christian band Newsong hired a focus group to help them intentionally write the worst song of all time. First, they take a dirt-poor kid (literally—he’s “dirty from head to toe”) and have him spending his carefully saved-up money to buy a pair of shoes for Momma…because she’s DYING. On Christmas Eve. And not dying in a purely non-sectarian way, of course—she’s going to “meet Jesus tonight,” so, naturally, she has to be wearing some nice shoes to his birthday party or Jesus is totally going to kick her unfashionable ass out of heaven. To top it off, the kid counts his pennies and finds he doesn’t have enough, so the guy behind him in line has to learn the true meaning of Christmas by handing over a few cents he otherwise would have put toward his next crack whore. If we were the guy behind that kid in line, and knew he was going to write this wretched song about the whole experience, we would have beaten him up and stolen Momma’s shoe money on the spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VNsvE33pRSw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VNsvE33pRSw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the most annoying Christmas song of all time is… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Paul McCartney, “Wonderful Christmastime”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you ever need proof that God hates us and wants us to writhe in pain before putting out our own eardrums with a pencil, put this song on repeat play (as almost every retail store seems to do during the holiday season). The cheesy keyboards, the cloying, first-grade-level lyrics, the mind–numbing monotony and repetition…how the hell did they ever let this guy in the Beatles? And that’s most pathetic choir of children we’ve ever heard of—they needed to practice all year long to sing “ding dong ding dong ding dong”? They must have been as high as Paul was when he decided this song was worth the tape it was recorded on. As a Christmas gift to everyone on Earth, Paul, we’re sending Mark David Chapman your address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1_zGwFLz_Aw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1_zGwFLz_Aw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116663266131546350?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116663266131546350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116663266131546350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116663266131546350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116663266131546350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2006/12/10-most-annoying-christmas-songs.html' title='The 10 Most Annoying Christmas Songs'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116645562731172850</id><published>2006-12-18T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:11:31.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Prison Weapons</title><content type='html'>Prisons do not allow any sharpen things because it will be the weapon for prisoners. However this doesn’t deter prisoners from making their own. A showcase of ingenuity where some of them are everyday objects that we can see. Designer Observer brings us 12 pictures of weapons that we can make during prison times. The pictures come with the description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/170189/shiv11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/619805/shiv11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;Stainless steel tablespoon; handle wrapped with upholstery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstory:&lt;br /&gt;At its core here is a spoon, stolen from the staff dining room at Rahway, where, as in many federal penitentiaries, inmates were restricted to using plastic flatware. &lt;adsense&gt;Stamped "State of NJ," the spoon likely to have been sharpened on the cement floor or wall of a cell. The bowl of the spoon was filled with wax and then wrapped with upholstery thread (taken from the furniture shop, where it was used to re-stitch chair cushions) thereby forming a generously-scaled handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/263316/shiv10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/134659/shiv10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materials: Iron band from bed slat; handle wrapped with electrical tape over boxing tape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/232607/shiv9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/888408/shiv9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;Iron plate; handle wrapped with electrical tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/481265/shiv8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/471329/shiv8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;Steel rod; handle wrapped with boxing tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/204581/shiv7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/444281/shiv7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;Wood strip; five large razor blades glued into one side; six small razor blades glued into other and wrapped with boxing tape, rubylith and clear tape; handle wrapped with boxing tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstory:&lt;br /&gt;Lifted from the facility's metal sign shop, this shiv is wrapped in "rubylith" — a red, masking tape classically used in signmaking (and, before the digital revolution, commonly employed by graphic designers in the production of "mechanicals"). Eleven disposable razor blades, available for purchase from Rahway's commissary back in the 1980s, are carefully inserted down the sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/532802/shiv5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/484818/shiv5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;Carriage return from typewriter; U-clamp attached to side; handle wrapped with boxing tape, string, upholstery thread and fragments of dried putty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstory:&lt;br /&gt;By law, prisoners must be provided materials to have an opportunity to prepare their own legal defenses. In the 1980s, typewriters were made available for this purpose: the long, notched "spear" here is the carriage return from a prison-issued typewriter. The handle was wrapped with tape is likely to have been taken from Rahway's boxing facility, where several world-class boxers trained, including Rubin "Hurricane" Carter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/823889/shiv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/620963/shiv4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;Gardening glove with smaller glove inside; four steel upholstery tacks, each with three sharp points exposed, sewn between gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstory:&lt;br /&gt;A pair of gardening gloves were issued to an inmate assigned to outdoor landscape detail. The sharp metal points beneath the cloth are actually the bottom sides of four inverted upholstery tacks, lifted from the furniture shop and stitched into the knuckles of the glove: the idea here is that the points become more pronounced when the user makes a fist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/618003/shiv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/268566/shiv3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;"Unbreakable" plastic comb; three single-edge razor blades inserted into teeth; wrapped with copper wire and shoelace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstory:&lt;br /&gt;During the 1980s, a modest stipend of $1.10 per day was deposited into each working prisoner's personal account. The comb and shoelace used here were available from the prison commissary at that time. By completing an order form, prisoners could make purchases and tailor a shiv to their own design specifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/840132/shiv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/809284/shiv2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials: Shard of plexiglas; handle wrapped with electrical tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/959322/shiv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/121975/shiv1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;Steel carpenter's square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstory:&lt;br /&gt;A carpenter's square was shaved to a point using metal snips found in the prison sign shop, where many state highway and traffic signs are still made each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116645562731172850?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116645562731172850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116645562731172850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116645562731172850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116645562731172850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2006/12/top-10-prison-weapons.html' title='Top 10 Prison Weapons'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116612316153764304</id><published>2006-12-14T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:09:18.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11  Worst Toys of all time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Lawn Darts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/901114/jarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/611421/jarts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DEATH FROM ABOVE Respect the Jart or it will destroy you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removable parts? Suffocation risk? Lead paint? Pussy hazards compared to the granddaddy of them all. Lawn Darts, or "Jarts," as they were marketed, would never fly in our current ultra-paranoid, safety-helmeted, Dr. Phil toy culture. Lawn darts were massive weighted spears. You threw them. They stuck where they landed. If they happened to land in your skull, well, then you should have moved. During their brief (and generally awesome) reign in 1980s suburbia, Jarts racked up 6,700 injuries and four deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/463758/scary-jarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/201875/scary-jarts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;STOP TOSS MEASURES The lawn dart&lt;br /&gt;was put on the permanent no-fly list in 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about Jarts was that they eliminated all speculation from true outdoor fun. (Is this dangerous? Hell yes, now chuck it!) And they were equal opportunity: All it took to play lawn darts was a sweaty grip. For good measure, it was also nice to have a small sibling around to stand on the other side of the house and tell you how your throw looked (and by how much you cleared the chimney).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual rules of lawn darts, as laid out by the manufacturer, were never important. No one is known to have used Jarts for their intended purpose. It shouldn't be surprising, then, that an accident involving a wayward spear and the semi-permeable head of a seven-year-old resulted in the toys' being banned from the market in 1988. Sadly, today's underage boys will never know the primal excitement of a summer's evening spent impaling friends before suppertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Gilbert U-238 Atomic Energy Lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/674272/atomic-energy-lab-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/710576/atomic-energy-lab-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;FISSION BUDDY Fallout shelter not included&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, why is your face glowing? In 1951, A.C. Gilbert introduced his U-238 Atomic Energy Lab, a radioactive learning set we can only assume was fun for the whole math club. Gilbert, who Americanmemorabilia claims was "often compared to Walt Disney for his creative genius," had a dream that nuclear power could capture the imaginations of children everywhere. For a mere $49.50, the kit came complete with three "very low-level" radioactive sources, a Geiger-Mueller radiation counter, a Wilson Cloud Chamber (to see paths of alpha particles), a Spinthariscope (to see "live" radioactive disintegration), four samples of Uranium-bearing ores, and an Electroscope to measure radioactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/348800/atomic-energy-lab-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/307628/atomic-energy-lab-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;MUTUALLY ASSURED INSTRUCTION Junior&lt;br /&gt;Einsteins had everything they needed, except a hazmat suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what nuclear lab for kids would be complete without an Atomic Energy Manual and Learn How Dagwood Splits the Atom comic book? (The latter was written with the help of General Leslie Groves, director of the Manhattan Project.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids do the darndest things, but not, apparently, nuclear physics. The toy was only sold for one year. It's unclear what effects the Uranium-bearing ores might have had on those few lucky children who received the set, but exposure to the same isotope—U-238—has been linked to Gulf War syndrome, cancer, leukemia, and lymphoma, among other serious ailments. Even more uncertain is the longterm impact of being raised by the kind of nerds who would give their kid an Atomic Energy Lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Mini-Hammocks from EZ Sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/803543/mini-hammock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/426374/mini-hammock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;SWING AND A PRAYER One false move on the Mini-Hammock&lt;br /&gt;and leisure turned to seizure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini-hammocks seemed innocuous enough. No projectiles, no lead paint, no sharp edges, and no explicit danger (except sloth). But between the years of 1984–1995 the EZ Sales mini-hammock, oft marketed under the name "Hang Ten," managed to hang 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/mini-hammock-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/841608/mini-hammock-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WEB OF DESPAIR If death by seating is to be your fate,&lt;br /&gt;we recommend the electric chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CPSC reported in August 1996 that the product had resulted in the fatal and near-fatal asphyxiation of dozens of kids ages five to 17 and recalled three million of them. Among the banned EZ products were Hangouts Baby Hammocks, or "Baby's First Death Cocoon," woven from thin cotton and nylon strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit was a missing set of "spreader bars," supports meant to keep the hammock open when it was "at ease." Unfortunately, children seeking to spend an afternoon like Gilligan became entangled in the net and strangled to death. That's what happens when you spend $4 on a hammock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Snacktime Cabbage Patch Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feed Me!" begged the packaging for 1996's Cabbage Patch Snacktime Kid. And much &lt;adsense&gt;like the carnivorous Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors, the adorable lineup of Cabbage Patch snack-dolls appeared at first to be harmless. They merely wanted a nibble—a carrot perhaps, or maybe some yummy pudding. They would stop chewing when snack time was done—they promised. Then they chomped your child's finger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/453381/snack-time-cabbage-patch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/971584/snack-time-cabbage-patch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;SHOCK AND GNAW She might not have been human,&lt;br /&gt;but her hunger pains were all too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In creating this innovative new toy, the great minds at Mattel devised a motorized mouth that sensed neither pleasure nor pain. It chewed for chewing's sake. With no mechanism to turn off the munching should trouble arise, it was only a matter of time before some cherub's long blonde hair got caught in the doll's rabid jaws. After 35 fingers and ponytails fell victim, the Snacktime Kids were removed from retail shelves forever, and 500,000 customers were offered a full $40 refund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Sky Dancers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Executives at Galoob Toys predicted big sales for Christmas 1994. With their new Sky Dancer, they would be the first toy company to combine the sparkly femininity of Barbie with the firepower of a bottle rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/634267/sky-dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/638909/sky-dancer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE NUTCRACKER Keep your distance from this femme fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December of that same year, a New York Times article predicted that if Galoob met its goals, Sky Dancer would "be all the rage, the sort of product that engenders black markets, toy-related bribes, and giddy newspaper stories invoking the word 'phenomenon.'" The writer, giddy himself over the "sprite's powerful launch," added, "For every parent who doubts Sky Dancer's safety ... there are 10 who feel the foam wings and take their softness as an assurance of safety."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But six years later, the Sky Dancer was grounded. When spun aloft, the wings—which felt so soft and cushy in the aisles of Toys "R" Us—turned into steely-hard child manglers. In 2000, the CPSC announced that over 150 children fell prey to Sky Dancer's helicopter-blade arms and erratic "Oh-Jesus-it's-chasing-me!" flying patterns. Injuries included scratched corneas and temporary blindness, mild concussions, broken ribs and teeth, and facial lacerations that required stitches. Nearly nine million Sky Dancers were eventually recalled, leaving aspiring ballerinas to earn their battle scars the old fashioned way, with an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Bat Masterson Derringer Belt Gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kids had belt buckles. Others had cap guns. Only the lucky ones had the Bat Masterson Derringer Belt Gun, a two-in-one combo that took care of all your pants-securing needs with the option every ten-year-old dreams of: the ability to shoot caps at groin level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/278220/Derringer-Belt-Gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/827798/Derringer-Belt-Gun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;CROTCH ROCKET That's not the kind&lt;br /&gt;of pelvic thrust Suzy had in mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Bat Masterson enthusiast, identified as "Tim from Shoreview, Maine" on nostalgia website Boomberbaby.com remembers, "When you stuck out your stomach putting pressure on the buckle, a small gun would pop out and fire a cap." A gut-busting meal, in that case, could lead to a serious friendly-fire mishap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to SafeKids USA, "Caps can be ignited by friction and cause serious burns." Every young boy needs to learn the valuable lesson of always protecting his nether regions, with force if necessary, but given the positioning of the Derringer, the owner's greatest enemy might have actually been puberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Creepy Crawlers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/138739/creepy-crawlers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/295401/creepy-crawlers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;THE FRYING GAME Horse around with the Thingmaker&lt;br /&gt;and you'll get the third degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says safety like an open hot plate. And nothing says fun like using that open hot plate to create molten, rubbery insects you can throw at your sister while narrowly avoiding setting the house ablaze. The 1964 Creepy Crawler Thingmaker from Mattel, a distant cousin of today's Creepy Crawler toys, came with a series of molds, tubes of "plastigoop," and an open-faced frier, which could heat up to a nerve-searing 310 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/557906/creepy-crawler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/349333/creepy-crawler.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;FLESH DIRECT The molds came in many different varieties,&lt;br /&gt;but rarely in the shape of your little brother's hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plastigoop was poured over an extremely hot surface and then cast into the molds of various multi-colored critters. The results? Fingerprint removal. At least those who dodged serious injury or disfigurement could safely eat their creation. Oh wait, the critters were toxic, too. But this was the '60s, and though there was an outcry from the singed and sickened masses, Mattel went right on marketing their electric ovens to children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Johnny Reb Cannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/438112/JOHNNY-REB-CANNON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/345140/JOHNNY-REB-CANNON.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;WHISTLING DIXIE Through the new hole in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The South did rise again, at least during playtime for the owners of the Johnny Reb, a 30-inch "authentic civil war" cannon draped in the confederate flag. The Reb fired hard, plastic cannonballs with a spring mechanism—the aspiring secessionist need only pull a lanyard. No word on exactly how fast the cannonballs flew, but they traveled up to 35 feet and seemed perfectly sized to lodge into an eye socket, down an open mouth, or through a slave's window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClIFdoo26Ww"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClIFdoo26Ww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;SCHLOCK AND LOAD This must-watch 1961 commercial for the Reb features the catchy jingle, "We'll all be gay when Johnny comes marching home!" Click play, you'll thank us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For only $11.98, young rebels got a cannon, six cannon balls, a ramrod, and a rebel flag. What better way to permanently maim your little brother while spreading valuable lessons about states' rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Battlestar Galactica Missile Launcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battlestar Galactica was everyone's favorite television Star Wars rip-off in 1978. Especially cool among the Battlestar offerings were a series of missile launchers known individually as the Viper, the Cylon Raider, the Scarab, and the Stellar Probe. Young boys routinely forgot they actually asked for the Millennium Falcon for Christmas once they saw the sweet, sweet projectile action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/420208/battlestar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/95739/battlestar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;READY, AIM, CHOKE Never underestimate&lt;br /&gt;the stopping power of a tiny plastic missile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes just a few jabbed eyes, some torn intestines and the death of a child to bring down a party, and that's just what happened in January 1979, when the battle cruiser missiles were finally recalled. Most of the accidents were caused by salvos that went tragically off target. Mattel, working with the CPSC, announced that the fatality occurred when a young boy in Atlanta fired one of the missiles into his mouth. The missiles, at one and a quarter inches, were just about the ideal size to land in one's esophagus and stay there. The boy's parents thought so too. They sued Mattel for $14 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spokesperson from the CPSC explained that "the barrel shape of the toy seemed to invite children to put it in their mouths." Something you could apparently say in 1979 without too much snickering. After the injuries, Mattel called for consumers to participate in a "Missile Mail-In," which promised a free Hot Wheels car—a fair trade to anyone who disarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Fisher-Price Power Wheels Motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fisher-Price Power Wheels Motorcycle is one of those toys kids salivate over for years. Even adults can barely contain their jealousy when the little brat from down the block whizzes by on that shiny plastic hog. But the ride wasn't always so smooth. In fact, on some models, there was a rather serious glitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/power-wheels-motorcycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/427503/power-wheels-motorcycle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;QUEASY RIDER From zero to broken arm in 39 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eager youngsters who gunned the throttle found that it often stayed gunned, stuck in a petrifying state of perma-acceleration. Presumably, the child on the motorcycle was then taken on a hellish, intestine-twisting scream ride. At one point, he or she would face choices unthinkable except in an Evel Knievel meets Knightrider crossover episode: Do I jump? Or do I ride it out and see if I can clear the gully? Is it sentient? Can it be reasoned with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August 2000, Fisher-Price recalled 218,000 of the Power Wheels motorcycles, warning: "Children can be injured when the motorcycle ride-ons fail to stop and strike other objects." Stunt children everywhere observed a moment of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 Honorable Mention: Manley Toys Disco Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brightly-colored disco ball cost 1,500 Chuck E. Cheese tickets. For the average skee-baller, that adds up to about 15 months of play at a cost of approximately $20,000. If reports are accurate, the hard-won dance aide could also burn down your house. When left on too long, the ball's multicolored sides begin to melt. The plastic goop then slides down to your shag carpet, creating a foul smelling inferno of plastic, hair, and light bulb filament. At least, that's what we assume happened in Jacksonville, Florida, when the innocuous looking orb, presumably left on after an extensive dance party, wrought death and destruction in May of this year, according to reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/552134/disco-ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/448768/disco-ball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case is still pending and the disco balls have yet to be recalled, but Chuck E. Cheese did see fit to remove them from his prize arsenal, and the manufacturer has since added a warning. Dancers are now advised to use the fun sphere for no longer than four hours at a time, which is about four hours longer than any kid should be disco-ing. The real danger here is probably less to dancing children than to the transfixed pot smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116612316153764304?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116612316153764304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116612316153764304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116612316153764304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116612316153764304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2006/12/11-worst-toys-of-all-time.html' title='11  Worst Toys of all time'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116600858631457738</id><published>2006-12-13T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:04:11.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Coolest Webcams</title><content type='html'>List of the most strangest  web cams that I come across in recent time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.1  USB Foot Web Cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/257495/footcam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/122823/footcam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the strangest accessories I’ve seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Features:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 360 degree rotatable camera head ,Lens rotation for adjusting clear image, LED light, LED lightness adjusting switch, Lightweight and cutie designed, Excellent still image capture, Video Conferencing, Workable on ICQ, MSN, Skype, etc, Plug and play, USB Interface&lt;br /&gt;Fully support USB 1.0 and 2.0, Size: 114x56x61mm, Weight: 105g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.2 Telescopic Lens USB Webcam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/670125/telescopicwebcam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/627372/telescopicwebcam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A new, $26 USB webcam from Brando features a removable, 7x TELESCOPIC LENS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.3 Puppy Dog USB Webcam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/535801/-dogcam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/724146/-dogcam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This aptly-named Puppy Dog Webcam ditches the typical monitor mounted approach and provides a more playful alternative to broadcasting yourself. Stuffed within the fluffy cotton and soft fur is a scant 1.3 megapixel webcam that apparently isn't even complimented by an integrated microphone or light source, which gives the (probably accurate) impression that this pup is all bark and no bite. Nevertheless, we assume the canine can pull double duty as a child's toy, and while the dangling USB cable may become a minor hazard, it's unlikely to be as dangerous as the exploding Helly Kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.4  USB Soccer Web Cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/581496/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/856916/world.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This strange webcam boasts a 360-degree rotatable camera head, plug-and-play support, USB 2.0 connectivity, and a soccer-inspired design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.5 The 360 degrees USB WebCam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/920983/360degreewebcam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/976317/360degreewebcam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SOIOS 55-Cam 360 is a very interesting webcam as it is able to give you 3 different vision angles: 360 degrees, 270 degrees and a viewing angle that is more conventional like any other webcam. The SOIOS 55-Cam 360 has unfortunately a not very powerful 0.35MP sensor, but can be connected to your computer via FireWire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116600858631457738?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116600858631457738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116600858631457738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116600858631457738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116600858631457738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2006/12/top-5-coolest-webcams.html' title='Top 5 Coolest Webcams'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116587098987885672</id><published>2006-12-11T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:51:43.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Animals (Photoshop)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Goat-hedgehog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Goat-hedgehog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Goat%20Rabbit-Buck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Goat%20Rabbit-Buck.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Giraffe%20thrue%20Window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Giraffe%20thrue%20Window.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Frog%20Buck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Frog%20Buck.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Fox%20Bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Fox%20Bird.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Fish.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Eagle%20Dog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Eagle%20Dog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Eagle%20Dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Eagle%20Dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Duck%20Something.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Duck%20Something.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Don%27t%20No.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Don%27t%20No.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Dog%20musician.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Dog%20musician.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Dog%20mechanical%20engineer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Dog%20mechanical%20engineer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Caty-walrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Caty-walrus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Cat%20Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Cat%20Girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Cat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Cat.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Bear-owl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Bear-owl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Bat%20Crocodile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Bat%20Crocodile.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Ballerina%20Hypo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Ballerina%20Hypo.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Ballerina%20Hypo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Ballerina%20Hypo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Baby%20Something.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Baby%20Something.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/1600/Angry%20Monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3161/320/Angry%20Monkey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116587098987885672?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116587098987885672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116587098987885672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116587098987885672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116587098987885672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2006/12/crazy-animals-photoshop.html' title='Crazy Animals (Photoshop)'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116578104058240305</id><published>2006-12-10T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:51:03.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Basketball Cheerleaders</title><content type='html'>Basketball, I don't like Basketball, i don't like to play, or watch Basketball, but I &lt;br /&gt;like to watch  Basketball Cheerleaders, they are so HOT GIRLS, and because tease HOT GIRLS I'm watching all game! Shame on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/103573/basketball_cheerleaders_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/623776/basketball_cheerleaders_19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/538305/basketball_cheerleaders_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/85165/basketball_cheerleaders_18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/52237/basketball_cheerleaders_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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Cheerleaders'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116553577392861832</id><published>2006-12-07T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:34:35.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Most Bizarre People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngoc: Three decades without sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/156212/haingoc-045-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/940516/haingoc-045-06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixty-four-year-old Thai Ngoc, known as Hai Ngoc, said he could not sleep at night after getting a fever in 1973, and has counted infinite numbers of sheep during more than 11,700 consecutive sleepless nights. "I don't know whether the insomnia has impacted my health or not. But I'm still healthy and can farm normally like others," Ngoc said. Proving his health, the elderly resident of Que Trung commune, Que Son district said he can carry two 50kg bags of fertilizer down 4km of road to return home every day. His wife said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My husband used to sleep well, but these days, even liquor cannot put him down." She said when Ngoc went to Da Nang for a medical examination, doctors gave him a clean bill of health, except a minor decline in liver function. Ngoc currently lives on his 5ha farm at the foot of a mountain busy with farming and taking care of pigs and chickens all day. His six children live at their house in Que Trung. Ngoc often does extra farm work or guards his farm at night to prevent theft, saying he used three months of sleepless nights to dig two large ponds to raise fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bhagat: Had his twin brother on his stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/789169/twin_brother_082306_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/913032/twin_brother_082306_xlg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanju Bhagat's stomach was once so swollen he looked nine months pregnant and could barely breathe. iving in the city of Nagpur, India, Bhagat said he'd felt self-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conscious his whole life about his big belly. But one night in June 1999, his problem erupted into something much larger than cosmetic worry. Mehta said that he can usually spot a tumor just after he begins an operation. But while operating on Bhagat, Mehta saw something he had never encountered. As he cut deeper into Bhagat's stomach, gallons of fluid spilled out — and then something extraordinary happened. "First, one limb came out, then another limb came out. Then some part of genitalia, then some part of hair, some limbs, jaws, limbs, hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, it may look as if Bhagat had given birth. Actually, Mehta had removed the mutated body of Bhagat's twin brother from his stomach. Bhagat, they discovered, had one of the world's most bizarre medical conditions — fetus in fetu. It is an extremely rare abnormality that occurs when a fetus gets trapped inside its twin. The trapped fetus can survive as a parasite even past birth by forming an umbilical cordlike structure that leaches its twin's blood supply until it grows so large that it starts to harm the host, at which point doctors usually intervene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yokoi: Spent 28 years hidden after WWII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/796821/Yokoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/284869/Yokoi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/496537/yokoi-wwii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/290293/yokoi-wwii.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/533771/yokoi-1972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/846604/yokoi-1972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoichi Yokoi was a soldier, conscripted into the Imperial Japanese Army in 1941 and sent to Guam shortly thereafter. In 1944, as American forces reconquered the island, Yokoi went into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/694618/greet1972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/536542/greet1972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 24, 1972, Yokoi was discovered in a remote section of Guam by two of the island's inhabitants. For 28 years he had been hiding in an underground jungle cave, fearing to come out of hiding even after finding leaflets declaring that World War II had ended. "It is with much embarrassment that I have returned alive," he said upon his return to Japan, carrying his rusted rifle at his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mehran: Lives at the Airport since 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/948982/384px-The_Terminal_Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/530906/384px-The_Terminal_Man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehran Karimi Nasseri, also known as Sir, Alfred Mehran (yes, including the comma), is an Iranian refugee who has been living in the departure lounge of Terminal One in Charles de Gaulle Airport since August 8, 1988. After he was later imprisoned, tortured and expelled from his country, he applied for asylum in many European countries without luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/360130/nasseri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/891067/nasseri.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he decided to go to the United Kingdom, he claimed that he was mugged, and his shoulder bag stolen while waiting at the RER platform to go to Charles de Gaulle Airport to take a flight to Heathrow. Nasseri managed to board the plane, but when he arrived at Heathrow without the necessary documentation, Heathrow officials sent him back to Charles de Gaulle. Nasseri was unable to prove his identity or his refugee status to the French officials and so he was moved to the Zone d'attente (waiting zone), a holding area for travellers without papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/807655/_39963354_alfred203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/461615/_39963354_alfred203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasseri was reportedly the inspiration behind the 2004 movie The Terminal. Unlike Tom Hanks' character in the movie, and since at least 1994, Nasseri does not live in the duty-free transit area but simply in the departure hall, in the circular boutiques and restaurants passage on the lowest floor. He can at least theoretically leave the terminal at any moment, although, since everyone knows him, his departure might not remain unnoticed. He does not seem to speak with anyone normally. With his cart and bags, he almost looks like a traveler, so people either do not notice him or ignore him as if he were a homeless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mitsuo: A Japanese Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/86369/MatayoshiMitsuo_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/451165/MatayoshiMitsuo_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matayoshi Mitsuo is an eccentric Japanese politician with the conviction that he is the God and Christ.According to his program, he will do the Last Judgement as the Christ but the way to do this is totally within the current political system and its legitimacy. His first step as the Savior is to be appointed the prime minister of Japan. Then he will reform Japanese society and then the United Nations should offer him the honor of its General Secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/425214/Matayoshi%20Mitsuo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/988777/Matayoshi%20Mitsuo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Matayoshi Jesus will reign over the whole world with two legitimate authorities, not only religious but also political.&lt;br /&gt;He has presented himself in many elections but he has not won yet. He has become well-known for his eccentric campaigns where he urges opponents to commit suicide by hara-kiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bihari: Most officially dead person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lal Bihari (born 1961) is a farmer from Uttar Pradesh, India who was officially dead from 1976 to 1994. He founded Mritak Sangh or the Association of the Dead in Uttar Pradesh, India. He fought Indian government bureaucracy for 18 years to prove that he is alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lal Bihari tried to apply for a bank loan in 1976, he found out that he was officially dead. His uncle had bribed a government official to register him as dead so he would get the ownership of Bihari's land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bihari discovered at least 100 other people in a similar situation, being officially dead. He formed Mritak Sangh in the Azamgarh district. He and many other members were in danger of being killed by those who had appropriated their property. Nowadays the association has over 20,000 members all over India. By 2004 they had managed to declare four of their members alive. In 2004 he ran for a seat in the parliament of Lal Ganj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Icke: Our salvation from Reptilian Humanoids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/363816/david-icke-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/585001/david-icke-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Icke, is a former professional football player, BBC television sports presenter, and British Green Party national spokesperson. Since 1990, he has been what he calls a "full-time investigator into who and what is really controlling the world.": reptilians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/506121/index_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/657306/index_11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dresses only in turquoise and sustains that the world was ruled by a secret group called "The Elite": a race of reptilian humanoids, known in ancient times as the Babylonian Brotherhood, and that many prominent people are descended from them, including George W. Bush, Queen Elizabeth II, and Kris Kristofferson. He believes that descendants of the reptiles engage in child molestation and Satanism. He is the author of 15 books explaining his views. After a five-hour speech to students, he received a standing ovation at the University of Toronto in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nakamatsu: Photographed and analyzed every meal for 34 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523063/captureD3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/277533/captureD3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshiro Nakamatsu (born June 26, 1928), a.k.a. Dr. NakaMats, is the Japanese inventor claiming to hold the world record for number of inventions with over 3,000, including the floppy disk and "PyonPyon" spring shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/144653/Yoshiro%20Nakamatsu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/902044/Yoshiro%20Nakamatsu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has being photographing and retrospectively analyzing every meal he has consumed during a period of 34 years (and counting). The goal of Nakamatsu is to live over 140 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lotito: Mister eat-it-all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/901851/Lotito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/859796/Lotito.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michel Lotito (born June 15, 1950) is a French entertainer. Lotito, who was born in Grenoble, is famous as the consumer of undigestables, and is known as Monsieur Mangetout (Mister Eat-it-all). Lotito's performances are the consumption of metal, glass, rubber and so on in items such as bicycles, televisions, a Cessna 150, and smaller items which are disassembled, cut-up and swallowed. The aircraft took roughly two years to be 'eaten' from 1978 to 1980. He began eating unusual material while a child and has been performing publicly since 1966.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/533865/Lolito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/246446/Lolito.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotito does not often suffer from ill-effects due to his diet, even after the consumption of materials usually considered poisonous. When performing he consumes around a kilogram of material daily, preceding it with mineral oil and drinking considerable quantities of water during the 'meal'. He apparently possesses a stomach and intestine with walls of twice the expected thickness, and his digestive acids are, allegedly, unusually powerful, allowing him to digest a certain portion of his metallic meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mahir Cagri: "I KISS YOU!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/137499/article_0105_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/355770/article_0105_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahir Cagri, a resident of Turkey, became an Internet celebrity in 1999. His picture-laden personal homepage, which exclaimed in broken English his love of the accordion and travel, was visited by millions and spawned numerous fansites and parodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/886531/mahir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/204569/mahir.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahir claimed in various interviews that his personal webpage was hacked, with additions such as "I like sex" embedded into his webpage. His website was quickly spread through word of mouth on the internet. The website came at a time when "Internet phenomenon" was a new concept for Internet users, media, and the curious public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/498916/frontpage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/628248/frontpage.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Some quotes from his site: "I KISS YOU!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;# "Who is want to come TURKEY I can invitate ..... She can stay my home ........"&lt;br /&gt;# "I like sex"&lt;br /&gt;# "I like music, I have many many music enstrumans my home I can play" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116553577392861832?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116553577392861832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Celebrities As Kids</title><content type='html'>They are rich, they are popular they have everything from hotels, jewels, cruisers, yacht, they are driving Ferrari, Mercedes, BMW, living in Very expensive houses “castles” and all that it’s not enough so now they are buying the islands, but in the beginning they were kids so let’s look what kind of  kids they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/952243/nicole-kidman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/36922/nicole-kidman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/985282/Angelina%20Jolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/82721/Angelina%20Jolie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/737746/Cher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/299943/Cher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/197566/christina-aguilera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/632524/christina-aguilera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bjork&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/854700/Bjork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/387843/Bjork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruce Willic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/157077/bruce%20willis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/867732/bruce%20willis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/783564/britney-spears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/884480/britney-spears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna Kournikova&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/429361/anna-kournikova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/764200/anna-kournikova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/986061/avril-lavigne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/297283/avril-lavigne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Duchovny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/592027/David-Duchovny-xf01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/569753/David-Duchovny-xf01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Hanks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/577777/tom_hanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/157839/tom_hanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/780273/Tom%20Cruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/505966/Tom%20Cruise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tina Turner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/282779/tina_turner_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/243772/tina_turner_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Michelle Gellar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/787740/Sarah-Michelle-Gellar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/206219/Sarah-Michelle-Gellar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/593157/Sarah-Jessica-Parker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/191857/Sarah-Jessica-Parker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert de Niro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/41761/robert-de-niro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/815654/robert-de-niro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robbie Williams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/430004/robbie_williams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/732153/robbie_williams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricky Martin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/948783/Ricky_Martin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/899170/Ricky_Martin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phil Collins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/154703/phil-collins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/311140/phil-collins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul Mccartney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/509325/paul-mccartney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/568904/paul-mccartney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick Swayz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/535595/Patrick%20Swayz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/266017/Patrick%20Swayz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pamela Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/222249/pamela_anderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/927925/pamela_anderson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie Imbruglia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/137708/natalie-imbruglia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/731140/natalie-imbruglia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mick Jagger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/422905/mick-jagger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/130692/mick-jagger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jordan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/412943/michael-jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/518068/michael-jordan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/768153/michaeljackson_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/497698/michaeljackson_1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meg Rayan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/885717/meg-rayan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/238783/meg-rayan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/416472/marilyn-manson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/532393/marilyn-manson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/980735/Mariah-Carey-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/177836/Mariah-Carey-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madonna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/634664/Madonna-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/546492/Madonna-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leonardo Di Caprio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/443569/leonardo-di-caprio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/392105/leonardo-di-caprio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/292079/kurt-cobain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/396458/kurt-cobain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimi Raikkonen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/36463/kimi-raikkonen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/592744/kimi-raikkonen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keanu Reeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/777389/Keanu%20Reeves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/486457/Keanu%20Reeves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julia-Roberts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/700021/Julia-Roberts-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/251650/Julia-Roberts-20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/129546/jimi-hendrix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/285524/jimi-hendrix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Lopez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/277089/Jennifer-Lopez-136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/414666/Jennifer-Lopez-136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/165250/jennifer-aniston-iced2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/532960/jennifer-aniston-iced2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean Reno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/653097/Jean%20Reno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/299816/Jean%20Reno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean Claude Van Damme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/763064/Jean%20%20Claude%20Van%20Damme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/166255/Jean%20%20Claude%20Van%20Damme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/559366/janet-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/957706/janet-jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helen Hunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/97067/Helen%20Hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/537543/Helen%20Hunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halle Berry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/116319/Halle-Berry-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/550597/Halle-Berry-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hakkinen Mika&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/938044/Hakkinen%20Mika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/292603/Hakkinen%20Mika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Clooney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/765669/georgeclooney5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/411042/georgeclooney5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Harrison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/143338/george_harrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/705922/george_harrison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freddy Mercury&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/482541/freddy_mercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/174794/freddy_mercury.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Alonso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/79069/fernando-alonso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/533272/fernando-alonso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eminem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/505807/eminem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/942036/eminem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elthon John&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/519731/Elthon%20John.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/370738/Elthon%20John.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drew Barrymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/21236/Drew-Barrymore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/878882/Drew-Barrymore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demo Moore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/835918/Demo%20Moore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/766582/Demo%20Moore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courtney Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/226641/Courtney%20Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/530212/Courtney%20Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116551524754743584?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116551524754743584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116551524754743584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116551524754743584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116551524754743584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2006/12/celebrities-as-kids.html' title='Celebrities As Kids'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116538150855332269</id><published>2006-12-05T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:39:54.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrities’ House</title><content type='html'>Do you like the celebrities from hollywood? I am sure that you always want to know more information about them. Here is a collection of Hollywood Celebrities houses and you can know where are they staying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/34990/Eminem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/196099/Eminem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem House do you want to buy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span classe="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/429459/Eddie-Murphy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/294582/Eddie-Murphy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Murphy House... Just Castle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/439611/George-Clooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/460855/George-Clooney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney House, Common House, Clooney is simple man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/610803/Enrique-Iglesias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/387421/Enrique-Iglesias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Iglesias, No comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/193083/Sylvester-Stallone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/489309/Sylvester-Stallone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester Stallone House , little, simple hous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/482704/Denzel-Washington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/729587/Denzel-Washington.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denzel Wasington, Diznilend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/144669/Demi-Moore-Ashton-Kutcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/348183/Demi-Moore-Ashton-Kutcher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Moore - Ashton Kutcher&lt;br /&gt;I Wondering wer they ar playing Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/497578/Cindy-Crawford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/73261/Cindy-Crawford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy Crawford, I like this women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/11954/Drew-Barrymore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/856642/Drew-Barrymore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House of Drew Barrymore, I see not a thing, is it Fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/287423/Catherine-Zeta-Jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/400/177127/Catherine-Zeta-Jones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Zeta-Jones House, just 4, bed, bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span classe="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span classe="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/523441/buthome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-town.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go To Funny-town's Main Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341259-116538150855332269?l=funny-town.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/feeds/116538150855332269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341259&amp;postID=116538150855332269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116538150855332269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341259/posts/default/116538150855332269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-town.blogspot.com/2006/12/celebrities-house.html' title='Celebrities’ House'/><author><name>Crash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14035486539827176084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341259.post-116498068285269030</id><published>2006-12-01T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T08:09:20.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 15 Sexiest Sci-Fi Babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Carmen Ibanez (“Starship Troopers” 1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sure, you couldn’t buy Denise Richards as a tank-top-and-hot-pants-wearing nuclear physicist in “The World Is Not Enough.” But as a hotshot starship pilot and, eventually, captain? Sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/438171/carmen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/914211/carmen1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/438102/Denise%20Richards%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/261047/Denise%20Richards%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carmen Ibanez&lt;/span&gt;----------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Denise Richards&lt;/span&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main plot points of Heinlein’s original novel was that all the experienced officers were killed off, leaving only the kids in charge. And at least Carmen had the sense to dump goofy hunk Casper Van Dien for slightly-less-goofy hunk Patrick Muldoon – right? And she did look spectacular in those Nazi-esque uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Padmé Amidala (“Star Wars” prequels 1999-2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It speaks volumes to the utter asexuality of the six Star Wars films that the hottest moments are (1) Princess Leia in the gold bikini and (2) Princess Leia’s mom with her tummy exposed. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/402689/padmetorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/125042/padmetorn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/237051/Natalie%20Portman%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/329998/Natalie%20Portman%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="Fullpost"&gt;Padmé Amidala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;----------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/span&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formerly the World’s Sexiest Jew (but knocked down to third by Rachel Weiss and Scarlett Johansson), young Harvard-educated hottie Natalie Portman was the only reason to see the Star Wars prequels, apart from Ewan McGregor’s amusing Alec Guinness impersonation. Padmé is beautiful, smart, and takes full advantage of her planet’s inexplicable custom of electing teenage girls to rule over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn’t she rate higher on the countdown? (1) Her atrocious taste in men and (2) inexplicably dying of “grief” and abandoning her kids to be raised by Jimmy Smits and Phil Brown, respectively (both of whom get killed by the Empire for their trouble, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Sil (“Species” 1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If woman is going to rip your heart out and leave you a lifeless husk, she might as well look like Natasha Henstridge. Hell, even in her H.R. Giger-designed alien form, the murderous human-alien hybrid Sil was pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/346750/sil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/265367/sil.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/787875/Natasha%20Henstridge%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/389814/Natasha%20Henstridge%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sil&lt;/span&gt;------------------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natasha Henstridge&lt;/span&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about Sil was that she didn’t want to be a homicidal sex machine – she was just cloned that way. Giger’s usual “Metamorph” “Alien”-franchise alien rarely elicits sympathy, but Sil was just too cute to eject out the airlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Mystique (“X-Men” franchise 2000-2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sci-fi makeup often takes a beautiful actress and ruins what Darwin gave her. I’m looking at you, Marina Sirtis. The “X-Men” movies feature Dutch-American supermodel Rebecca Romijn running around NAKED, but no one really notices her under all that blue paint and latex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/510677/mystique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/581978/mystique.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/330416/rebecca_romijn_1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/446464/rebecca_romijn_1%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="Fullpost"&gt;Mystique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;---------------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rebecca Romijn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Raven “Mystique” Darkholme still kicks ass and takes names, as Magneto’s ever-loyal and efficient sidekick. (I know, they turn on each other in “Last Stand,” but I’m pretending that movie never happened – shelve it with “Star Trek V.”) She’s smart, she’s dangerous, she’s bisexual, and her eyes glow yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Robin Lefler (“Star Trek: The Next Generation” 1991)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Lefler was by far the sexiest woman to ever appear on “Star Trek: The Next Generation,” because Ashley Judd was by far the sexiest actress to ever appear on “Star Trek: The Next Generation.” Maybe Mr. Data can explain how Judd can be so unbelievably beautiful, while her mother and sister look like lab experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/816609/Robin%20Lefler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/462094/Robin%20Lefler.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/31612/ashley-judd%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 246px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/518895/ashley-judd%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robin Lefler&lt;/span&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="Fullpost"&gt;Ashley Judd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one can assume that Ashley Judd would have a much easier time getting cast in a “Star Trek” film than poor, beleaguered, underappreciated Wil Wheaton. Robin Lefler’s Rule #2: Always look smoking hot in a Starfleet uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Xev Bellringer (“LEXX” 1997-2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something incredibly appealing about a super-sexy female who is as likely to kill you as sleep with you. And when that female was raised to be socially submissive but sexually aggressive, and then transformed by a machine called a “Lusticon” into a beautiful sexual killing machine – well, you can’t go wrong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/755152/Xev%20Bellringer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/80820/Xev%20Bellringer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/820588/Xenia%20Seeberg%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/529218/Xenia%20Seeberg%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="Fullpost"&gt;Xev Bellringer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;-------------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xenia Seeberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zev was the second of LEXX’s “Bellringers,” but Xenia Seeberg can ring my bell any day. Get it? "Ring my bell?" It's kind of a sexual innuendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Trillian (“The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Zooey Deschanel. Sure, she’s cute and smart and funny. But why is she so damn hot? She’s like Rachael Ray – you can’t explain the attraction, it’s just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/96931/Trillian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/782520/Trillian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/716905/1zooey%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 242px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/556458/1zooey%20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;--------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;----------------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zooey Deschanel&lt;/span&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now turn Zooey into a smart space-trotting sidekick to a two-headed G.W. Bush-channeling alien madman, and add a silly white spacesuit, a pair of pet mice, and an inexplicable American accent. Voila, you have Tricia “Trillian” McMillan, the second best thing in the HG2G movie. (The Vogons were the best thing.) If I was the last surviving human, but Trillian was around, I think I’d be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Max Guevera (“Dark Angel” 2000-02)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could make all kinds of inappropriate jokes about a girl with spliced-in cat DNA, but I’ll restrain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/259534/maxfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 252px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/323933/maxfinal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/933251/Jessica%20Alba%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 253px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/91407/Jessica%20Alba%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/span&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to tell you that Max, aka Government Experiment X5-452, was hot – she was played by Jessica Alba, who takes hot to a new level not possible under the standard laws of physics. (Hey, I know! Let’s cast her as Invisible Girl!) But the show was kind of centered on Max being sexy, as well as kicking ass. Sort of like a futuristic, Seattle-based Abercrombie &amp; Fitch ad. Maybe Max would go out with me if I could score her some tryptophan. (Wait, the tryptophan prevents her from going into heat? Never mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Lana Lang (“Smallville” 2001-Present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, you’re with Clark, you’re not with Clark, you’re with him, you’re not, with, not, with, not, then you find out he’s Superboy, you die, come back, and Lex gets you pregnant. It’s too much drama, Lana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/640317/lanafinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 244px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/755643/lanafinal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/709396/Kristin%20Kreuk%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 244px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/135759/Kristin%20Kreuk%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lana Lang&lt;/span&gt;-----------------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kristin Kreuk&lt;/span&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;Especially since he’s just gonna move to Metropolis and fall for Lois. You’ve got that Chinese-Dutch thing working for you, Lana. You’re gorgeous. Work it. Find yourself a real human male, not some Aryan übermensch from space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Kara Thrace (“Battlestar Galactica” 2003-Present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said a woman couldn’t be a cigar-chompin’, bar-brawlin’, whiskey-chuggin’ hotshot Viper pilot. Well, by “they” I mean Dirk Benedict. Dirk, you have officially had your ass handed to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/741478/karafinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 247px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/817185/karafinal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/474637/Kara%20Thrace%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 247px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/295322/Kara%20Thrace%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;-----&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kara Thrace&lt;/span&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katee Sackhoff&lt;/span&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a stellar ensemble cast, Katee Sackhoff’s Kara Thrace is first among equals. It’s not just that she’s incredibly sexy – she shares screen time with Boomer, Six and Xena the Warrior Princess. Kara kicks ass and takes names in every way the original Starbuck did – PLUS she’s clever, bitter, loving, conflicted, and secretly paints pictures. She’s neither the stereotypical kick-ass superheroine, nor the stereotypical kick-ass superheroine who is secretly fragile. She’s the kick ass superheroine who is secretly fragile, but will never let that fragility take her down. Not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Kaylee Frye (“Firefly” 2002, “Serenity” 2005”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Goin' on a year now I ain't had nothin' twixt my nethers weren't run on batteries!” You know, Kaywinnit Lee, if’n that tree stump of a doctor ain’t gonna help y’all out in that respect, I reckon’ I might be willing ta fill in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/497224/kayleefinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 247px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/480111/kayleefinal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/901666/Jewel%20Staite%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 248px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/568657/Jewel%20Staite%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;-------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaylee Frye&lt;/span&gt;--------------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jewel Staite&lt;/span&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Kaylee is as much the heart of Serenity as the ship’s photon-reaction drive. But the plucky, homily-spouting cutie is apparently a wildcat in the sack as well. She’s the one ship’s engineer with whom I’d like to get trapped on an island. Sorry, Scotty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Seven of Nine (“Star Trek: Voyager” 1997-2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would Annika Hansen have been if she hadn’t been assimilated by The Borg at the age of six? A big fat nobody, that’s who! Well, maybe not big and fat – on a typical Federation diet, she would have been at least Jeri Ryan-hot. But she would never have been Seven of Nine-hot! There’s nothing like a skin-tight gray jumpsuit and a metal eyebrow to turn a guy’s crank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/72891/sevenfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 251px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/935592/sevenfinal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/65905/jeri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 252px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/519803/jeri.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven of Nine&lt;/span&gt;------------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeri Ryan&lt;/span&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Seven was emotionally unavailable, but that was just because of her alien upbringing. Also, if your only choices were the “men” of Voyager, you might choose chastity as well. Yikes. No wonder she only hung out with the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Jean Grey (“X-Men” films 2000-2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let’s get something straight. The real Jean Grey committed suicide in “The Uncanny X-Men” #137 in 1980. Every issue since then with “Jean Grey” in it is a PACK OF LIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/764321/jeanfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/974259/jeanfinal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/887450/Famke%20Janssen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 229px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/677538/Famke%20Janssen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;-------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jean Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;---------------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Famke Janssen&lt;/span&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, Famke Janssen’s Jean Grey in the “X-Men” films is its own, separate character, and that character is amazing. Call it the superheroine who is openly, obviously, heart-breakingly fragile. You just want to run over to her and wrap your arms around her, even if it means, a la Brett “Let’s destroy the franchise” Ratner, she’ll disperse you into millions of colored CGI chunklets. If there’s another “X-Men” movie, let’s hope this time they do bring Jean Grey back from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Sharon Valeri (“Battlestar Galactica” 2003-Present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Park plays three characters on BSG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s Athena, who the producers call Sharon and fans call Caprica-Boomer. She’s Helo’s wife, and mother of the Cylon Miracle Baby. She lives on Galactica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/702612/sharonfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 244px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/539611/sharonfinal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/614721/Grace%20Park1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 244px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/63332/Grace%20Park1%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="Fullpost"&gt;Sharon Valeri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="Fullpost"&gt;Grace Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s the one the producers call Boomer and fans call Galactica-Boomer. She was in love with the Chief, shot Adama, and teamed up with Caprica-Six to “save” humanity. Now she lives on a base star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am in love with all of them. Even the ones that would kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Leeloo (“The Fifth Element” 1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect woman, the Supreme Being. That’s Milla Jovovich. No, sorry, I mean Leeloo, a.k.a. Leeloo Minai Lekatariba-Laminai-Tchaii Ekbat De Sebat, a.k.a. The Fifth Element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the orange dreads? The pale blue-green eyes? The perfect body? The Gaultier outfits? The adorable accent? The martial arts? The saving the Earth from the Ultimate Evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/115214/leeloofinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/264443/leeloofinal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/1600/38183/milla%20Jovovich2%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4731/3161/320/819016/milla%20Jovovich2%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leeloo&lt;/span&gt;-------------------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milla Jovovich&lt;/span&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;adsense&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the science-fiction female ass-kicking secretly-fragile alien super-powered hotties, Leeloo is the ultimate. The perfect prototype. The geek’s ideal mate. Sigh. 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