Hi there,
Sorry for not updating this blog quite a while. Actually I’m really busy with my project at work. Anyway, Just to inform all of you that I will change this blog to a new URL which is http://blog.mytalento.com . For those who already subscribed for my feed here, feel free to subscribe again at that particular address. Thank you very much for your support and I really appreciate it.

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ImRaNz

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A rather attractive woman goes up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the bartender who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face close to hers. When he does so, she begins to gently caress his beard which is full and bushy.

“Are you the manager?” she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands.

“Actually, no,” he replied.

“Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,” she said, running her hands up beyond his beard and into his hair.

“I’m afraid I can’t,” breathes the bartender, clearly in trouble. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Yes there is. I need you to give him a message,” she continues huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. “Tell him that there is no toilet paper in the ladies room.”

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Last night Angie gave birth to healthy twins, a boy and a girl. Brad was by her side for the delivery, which was made by caesarean operation at the maternity unit in Nice, France. The couple have named their new offspring Knox Leon and Vivienne Marcheline.

Gynaecologist Michel Sussmann told the press that Jolie and the babies were doing fine shortly after the births on Saturday evening:

“The babies are doing well. The operation went just perfectly,”

“Angelina is in very good spirits. Brad Pitt was at her side. He was there and all was well.”
We think we can deduce from that statement that everything chez Brangelina is just swell! We guess all that’s left to say is: congratulations to Brad and Angie on giving your children really bad names. Only joking, well partially…

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An elderly couple, still very loving after all these years, is shocked when the woman’s doctor says she has a heart condition that could kill her at any time. She is to avoid stress, eat right, and never, ever have sex again, as the strain would be too much.

The couple reluctantly try to live by these rules. Both get really horny over time, however, and the husband decides he’d better sleep downstairs on the couch to guard against temptation. This works for a few weeks, until late one night when they meet each other on the stairs - she’s coming downstairs, he’s heading up.

“Honey, I have a confession to make,” the woman says, her voice quavering. “I was about to commit suicide.”

“I’m glad to hear it, sweetie,” the man says, “Because I was just coming upstairs to kill you!”

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There was this tribe and one of the tribesmen had committed a crime and death was the punishment. He went up to the leader of the tribe and said, “Look, I don’t want to die, I’m young and I really have things going good before this. Is there anything I can do?”

The tribe leader replied, “Well, yeah, there is the three-hut test if you want to take it. If you pass, you won’t be put to death.” So the guy eagerly said, “Sure, I’ll do it. What do I have to do?”

The leader replied, “There are 3 huts. In the first hut there is enough grog for an entire crew of a ship that would last for a week. If you go in there and drink all of it in 24 hours and come out alive you can go on to the second hut. In the second hut there is a lion that has an abysses on his tooth. It needs to be removed. If you can go in there and come out with the tooth you can go on to the last hut. In the last hut there is a woman who has never been satisfied in sex, if you can go in there and satisfy her, you will be free.”

So the guy thought, “Yeah, I may as well; I don’t have anything to lose.” He went into the first hut and emerged a couple of hours pissed off his brain and staggered off, totally drunk, to the next hut. At the the next hut they all heard a lot of screaming and blood was flying out and shredded clothes were thrown everywhere.

When he finally came out everyone was shocked, he was still alive. He drunkenly asked them, “So, where’s that sheila who needs the tooth pulled?”

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A man went to the Doctor and the doctor told him he had only 24 hours to live. He went home to tell his wife and after both had a long cry over it, he asked her if she would have sex with him because he only had 24 hours to live. “Of course Darling,” she replied. And so they had sex.

Four hours later they were lying in bed and he turned to her again, and said, “You know I only have 20 hours to live, do you think we could do it again?” Again she responded sympathetically and agreed to have sex.

Another 8 hours passed, and she had fallen asleep from exhaustion, he tapped her on the shoulder, and asked her again, “You know dear, I only have 12 more hours left, how about again for old times sake?” By this time she was getting a little annoyed, but reluctantly agreed.

After they finished she went back to sleep and 4 hours later, he tapped her on the shoulder again and said, “Dear, I hate to keep bothering you but you know I only have 8 hours left before I die, can we do it one more time?”

Well, she turned to him with a grimaced look on her face and said, “You know … you don’t have to get up in the morning. I do!!!”

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A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door. “Hurry!” she said, “Stand in the corner.” She quickly rubbed baby oil all over him and then she dusted him with talcum powder. “Don’t move until I tell you to,” she whispered. “Just pretend you’re a statue.”

“What’s this, honey?” the husband asked as he entered the room. “Oh, it’s just a statue,” she replied nonchalantly. “The Smiths bought one for their bedroom. I liked the idea so much, I got one for us, too.”

No more was said about the “statue”. Later that night after they had gone to sleep, around two in the morning the husband got out of bed, went into the kitchen, and returned with a sandwich and a glass of milk. “Here,” he said to the statue, “eat this. I stood like an idiot at the Smiths for three days and nobody offered me so much as a glass of water.”

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Two cannibals, a father and son, were out to get something to eat. They walked deep into the jungle and waited by a path. Before long, along came this little old man.

The son said, “Ooh dad, there’s one.” “No,” said the father. “There’s not enough meat on that one to feed even the dogs. We’ll just wait.” Well, a little while later, along came this really fat woman. The son said, “Hey dad, she’s plenty big enough.” “No,” the father said. “We’d all die of a heart attack from the fat in that one. We’ll just wait.”

About an hour later, there came this absolutely gorgeous woman. The son said, “Now there’s nothing wrong with that one dad. Let’s eat her.” “No,” said the father. “We’ll not eat her either.”

“Why not?” asked the son.

“Because, we’re going to take her back alive and eat your mother instead.”

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On a farm out in the country lived a man and a woman and their three sons. Early one morning, the woman awoke, and while looking out of the window onto to the pasture, she saw that the family’s only cow was lying dead in the field. The situation looked hopeless to her, how could she possibly continue to feed her family now? In a depressed state of mind, she hung herself.

When the man awoke to find his wife dead, as well as the cow, he too began to see the hopelessness of the situation, and he shot himself in the head. Now the oldest son woke up to discover his parents dead (and the cow!), and he decided to go down to the river to drown himself. When he got to the river, he discovered a mermaid sitting on the bank. She said, “I’ve seen all and know the reason for your despair. But if you will have sex with me five times in a row, I will restore your parents and the cow to you.” The son agreed to try, but after four times, he was simply unable to satisfy her again. So the mermaid drowned him in the river.

Next the second oldest son woke up. After discovering what had happened, he too decided to throw himself into the river. The mermaid said to him, “If you will have sex with me ten times in a row, I will make everything right.” And while the son tried his best (seven times!), it was not enough to satisfy the mermaid, so she drowned him in the river.

The youngest son woke up and saw his parents dead, the dead cow in the field, and his hopeless prospect, and he went down to the river to throw himself in. And there he also met the mermaid. “I have seen all that has happened, and I can make everything right if you will only have sex with me fifteen times in a row.”

The young son replied, “Is that all? Why not twenty times in a row?” The mermaid was somewhat taken aback by this request. Then he said, “Hell, why not twenty-five times in a row?” And even as she was reluctantly agreeing to his request, he said, “Why not THIRTY times in a row?” Finally, she said, “Enough!! Okay, if you will have sex with me thirty times in a row, then I will bring everybody back to perfect health.” Then the young son asked, “Wait! How do I know that thirty times in a row won’t kill you like it did the cow?”

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An older couple were lying in bed after an evening celebrating their 50th Wedding Anniversary. The husband was asleep, but the wife was in a romantic mood and wanted to talk. She said, “You used to hold my hand when we were courting.”

Wearily he reached across, held her hand for a second and tried to go back to sleep. A few moments later she said : “Then you used to kiss me.”

Mildly irritated, he reached across, gave her a peck on the cheek and settled down to sleep. Thirty seconds later she said : “Then you used to bite me on my neck.”

Angrily, he threw back the bed clothes and got out of bed.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

He answered, “To get my teeth!”

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A man who went to Church with his wife, always had a habit of falling asleep during a sermon. The wife decided to do something about this and on one Sunday, took a long hat pin along to poke him with every time he would doze off. As the preacher got to a part in the sermon where he shouted out “… and who created all there is in 6 days and rested on the 7th ..” she poked her husband who came flying out of the pew and screamed, “Good God All Mighty!”

The minister said “That’s right, that’s right” and went on with his sermon. The man sat back down, muttering under his breath. He later began to doze off again when the minister got to “… and who died on the cross to save us from our sins …” the wife hit him again and he jumped up and shouted, “Jesus Christ!”

The minister said, “That’s right, that’s right” and went on with his sermon. The man sat back down and began to watch his wife and when the minister got to “… and what did Eve say to Adam after the birth of their second child,” the wife started to poke the husband but he jumped up and said, “If you stick that damn thing in me again I’ll break it off.”

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Two blondes decided to rob a bank and sat down to draw up an elaborate plan for the heist. They practised the routine many times in their heads. Then the big day came.

One blonde sat waiting in the car while the other went into the bank. Five minutes, ten minutes and then half an hour passed. She was not supposed to take that long inside the bank.

After what seemed like ages she finally came running out with the safe tied securely with a rope. Moments later, the door of the bank swung open and out came the security guard, clumsily blasting away with his pump gun because his trousers were down to the floor!

As they fled away in their car, one blonde said to the other, “You idiot! You’re supposed to tie up the security guard and blow the safe.”

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Soon into the superhero spectacular “Hancock,” before the machinery has fully kicked in, and the story is still wreathed in blissful ambiguity, you see the star Will Smith sprawled on a Los Angeles bench. Dirty, disheveled, in full distressed costume and character, and within easy sloshing reach of a bottle, he looks lost and alone, much like all the human detritus that washes up in every city and remains mostly unnoticed. But there’s no ignoring Hancock, who has amazing powers. He can fly, for starters, and soon enough he’s blasting straight into the heavens, the first homeless superhero in movies — Superbum!

Alas (bummer), though he can look the part, Hancock isn’t literally homeless, just rootless, troubled and bedeviled. He drinks hard, swears at children (who curse him in turn), rarely shaves, never smiles. Worse, he has lousy superhero style, with sneakers and shorts (no cape), a grubby watch cap pulled over his forehead and buggy sunglasses that hide his (X-ray?) eyes. His takeoffs and landings are a mess: sloppy and violent, they invariably leave a heap of trouble and general rubble in his wake. He’s Pothole Man, Train Wreck Man, but mainly he’s Seriously Ticked Off Man, which, given that he’s also a black man in Los Angeles, suggests that this superhero story comes with some bite, even a few nibbling sharp teeth.

Although whatever teeth it had have mostly been pulled, “Hancock” makes for one unexpectedly satisfying and kinky addition to Hollywood’s superhero chronicles. Touching and odd, laden with genuine twists and grounded by three appealing lead performances, it was ably directed by Peter Berg and written by Vy Vincent Ngo and Vince Gilligan. It’s a curious movie for the week of July 4, when the air is traditionally filled with the rockets’ red glare and muscular box office heroics. There’s a real jolt in the choking, splenetic exhaust of a disgruntled blockbuster anti-hero, especially one played by the affable Mr. Smith, who 12 years ago this very week helped save the world in “Independence Day,” a movie that made blowing up the White House into a joke.

That was then, this is now, and while it would be a stretch to say that this summertime amusement has much on its mind, it does have a little something percolating between its big bangs and gaudy effects. Most of that something isn’t overtly political, despite the setup (Super Angry Black Man), a few winking asides and Mr. Berg’s downbeat tendencies. Mr. Smith may be playing a provocative role in a city famous for its troubled race relations, but he’s also a megastar and largely shielded from everyday stings, which, as it happens, is also true of his character. Hancock kicks back in a couple of derelict trailers (the Shack of Solitude) instead of a mansion, but his pain is existential, not material. He suffers at his leisure.

Engineered for broad, knowing laughs, with lots of kablooey, “Hancock” is principally a comedy and for a while plays out that way, notably when Mr. Smith is interacting with Jason Bateman. Their characters meet cute when Hancock saves Ray (Mr. Bateman) from being flattened by a freight train. In typical fashion, Hancock botches the save. He plucks Ray from death, but in the process derails the train and, also true to bad form, receives an invective-laced earful from the gathering mob. Struck by the crowd’s hostility, Ray, a public relations guy with a do-gooder streak and a knockout wife, Mary (Charlize Theron), decides to rescue Hancock in turn by giving him a superhero makeover, one that follows a course blazed by many a fallen star (contrition, redemption, fabulousness).

Mr. Berg, who explored heroism of a different stripe in his poignant high school football movie, “Friday Night Lights,” and showed off terrific action chops in the underrated flick “The Kingdom,” is not a comedy natural. He squeezes laughs out of “Hancock” — Mr. Bateman needs no goosing — though some of its biggest yuks are fairly yucky, like a cringing bit involving a bizarre variant on prison rape. (That’s entertainment?) For the most part, what Mr. Berg does is bring gravity to “Hancock,” a heaviness that can feel lugubrious even in midair though it often seems just right for a lonely, walking-if-usually-flying, seemingly self-loathing question mark. Mr. Berg takes the character’s complications to heart, and Mr. Smith, his charm and smile dimmed, does the same.

The extent of that complexity doesn’t emerge until the big reveal, which involves Ms. Theron’s character and is so surprising that I heard several grown men loudly gasp. (“No way!”) I was more struck by Ms. Theron, an actress who, I think, is capable of greater depth than most of her performances require, even those that try to rub the glamour off her. She helps Mr. Smith enrich the story’s emotional texture, which is no small thing, since the movie itself starts to falter just when it begins to deepen. That’s too bad because while “Hancock” is far from perfect — it feels overly rushed, particularly toward its chaotic end — it has a raggedness that speaks honestly to the fundamental human fragility that makes the greatest heroes super.

“Hancock” is rated PG-13 (Parents strongly cautioned). Big bangs, bruising battles and movie blood.

HANCOCK

Opens on Wednesday nationwide.

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Recently Paris Hilton claimed her boyfriend Benji Madden has banned her from getting a tattoo in order to stay “pure”. Earth to Benji: the only way Paris Hilton will be pure again is if she bathes in a pool of bleach for several days whilst reciting as many Hail Mary’s as is humanly possible in that given time. That would be a start…

The air-head heiress recently revealed that Good Charlotte front man is planning to have an image of her etched on his heavily-tattooed torso, but doesn’t want her to return the compliment.


“He is going to get one of me but he won’t let me get one. He doesn’t like tattoos on women. He thinks I look pure”.

Judging by these snaps our paparazzi took in Bel Air yesterday, Paris is obviously trying to escape the “pure” look and become some sort of punk-rock bad girl. It’s like the Village People gone wrong…

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A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City , where
a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the
entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the
store ONLY ONCE !

There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the
shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch . . .. you may
choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a
floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the
building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband .


On the first floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord.

The second floor sign reads:

Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.

The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are
extremely good looking.

“Wow,” she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:

Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-
dead good looking and help with the housework.

“Oh, mercy me!” she exclaims, “I can hardly stand it!”
Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:

Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-
dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic
streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the
sign reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on
this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are
impossible to please.

Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you
exit the building, and have a nice day!

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