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while snooping through the internet I was looking for certain franchise information

pertaining to a certain blogger that is reported to have an office in L.A. Now I couldnt find

any such franchise by that name listed in the whole state of California so I checked the

next best thing and that is a little something that the state of California requires all

franchise owners of doing prior to selling or offering for sale any franchise. Now this

information is listed as public information so it should be easy to find. Well I found about

a couple thousand listed but alas none under this name. Now I am no longer confused.

Now I know for certain what has been going on

In the computer and internet age it has become possible to be anything you want to be.

For example, I can be 6 ft.6 250 lbs. or I can be 5 ft. 5 250 lbs., I can be bald or I can have hair down to my azz.  I can be rich or I can be poor. I can be religious or I can be an atheist.

As I read through these blogs I sometimes try to get a mental picture of what everyone looks like and what they really do for a living.

Now some are pretty simple but others can be quite complex. The complex ones are the bloggers that switch hit, so to say. You know the type, they conform to the way the blog is going, say one thing one time and then backtrack and say something different the next.

What is really funny is when you find them on different blog sites and they are a totally different blogger then they are here at this site.

So what do you think, when you catch someone doing this do you call them out on it or do you let it go?

Is it really important, or just nonsense?

I am of the opinion that you should call them out on it because I was taught that when someone lies to you then they are really just insulting your intelligence.

It is important because there might be others that will believe these people  and take their words as truth and can make decisions based on that information.

 

  An older gentleman had an appointment to see the urologist who
shared offices with several other doctors. The waiting room was filled
with patients.
  
    As he approached the receptionist's desk, he noticed that the
receptionist was a large unfriendly woman who looked like a Sumo
wrestler. He gave her his name.
  
    In a very loud voice, the receptionist said,     'YES, I HAVE YOUR NAME HERE; YOU WANT TO SEE THE DOCTOR ABOUT IMPOTENCE, RIGHT?'
  
    All the patients in the waiting room snapped their heads around
to look at the very embarrassed man.
  
    He recovered quickly, and in an equally loud voice replied,   'NO, I'VE COME TO INQUIRE ABOUT A SEX CHANGE OPERATION, BUT I DON'T WANT THE SAME DOCTOR THAT DID YOURS.'


  DON'T MESS WITH OLD FOLKS.

A man is at work one day when he notices that his co-worker is wearing an earring.   This man knows his co-worker to be a normally conservative fellow, and is curious about his sudden change in "fashion sense."   The man walks up to him and says, "I didn't know you were into earrings."   "Don't make such a big deal out of this, it's only an earring," he replies sheepishly.   His friend falls silent for a few minutes, but then his curiosity prods him to ask,  "So, how long have you been wearing one?"   "Ever since my wife found it in my truck..."

When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive....
so, I took her to a gas station..... and then the fight started....

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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social
Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license
to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my
wallet at home.

I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and
come back later.

The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.

So I opened my shirt revealing my curl y silver hair.
She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me'
and she processed my Social Security application.

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the
Social Security office.

She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten
disability, too'

And then the fight started.....

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My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I
kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a
nearby table.

My wife asked,' Do you know her?'
'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to
drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she
hasn't been sober since.'

'My God!' says my wife, 'Who would think a person could go on
celebrating that long?'

And then the fight started..... 
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*****************    I rear-ended a car this morning.

So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out
of his car.

You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things
just seem funny?

Yeah, well I couldn't believe it.... he was a DWARF!!!

He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted, 'I AM NOT HAPPY!!!'

So, I looked down at him and said, 'Well, then which one are you?'

And then the fight started..... 

  I just want to thank all of you for your educational emails over the past year. Thanks to you, I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel. I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels. I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed. I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pass-time while driving alone is picking your nose. (Although cell phone usage may be taking the number one spot) Eating a Little Debbie sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years. I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom. Yuck! I must send my special thanks to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing. Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason. I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time. I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I rece ive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program. I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish. I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers. I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day. Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes. Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains. I can no longer buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas. I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' on their cans. I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer. And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water in the microwaveanymore because it will blow up in my face...disfiguring me for life. I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS. I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me. I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise. I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore and Uzbekistan. I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe. Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt. And thanks to your great advice, I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg. If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician... Have a wonderful day.... Oh, by the way..... A German scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.

When Blogging please have enough character  NOT to delete comments that set the Blogger straight. I can see if the comments violate the TOS but dont do it just because you cant stand to let others see that what was written has a ring of truth and shows where the Blogger was wrong.

I will even post this in the correct category because this isnt news, faith, music, sports, weather, traffic, or political which means the closest is entertainment

A woman woke up one night to a strange sound.

She rolled over to wake her husband up to find he wasnt there.

Alarmed, she got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.

As she got closer to the kitchen the sound was getting louder.

She peeked into the kitchen and saw her husband at the table sobbing uncontrollably.

She rushed over and put her arm around him and asked what was wrong.

He looked at her with tear filled eyes and asked her if she remembered when her father caught them having sex when they were sixteen.

She answered YES and asked why that would make him cry.

He answered remember when he said we either had to get married or I would go to jail for twenty years?

Yes she said

To that he replied I would be getting out tomorrow

Ok Media plays a big role in our lives, whether it be from movies, news, or music.

I have seen Bloggers reference these things in their blogs from time to time.

What are some things that fit into how we would describe our lives at the present time.