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YOU will shake YOUR HEAD like a TORNADO because of laughing - FUNNIEST CAT&PUG COMPILATION
28 Jan 2019
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*******www.deluxecomfort****/better-sleep-pillow-order.html How much thought did you put into purchasing your last pillow? For many of us, it was a quick decision. Perhaps you purchased on the basis of price. Chances are, you didn't get the best quality pillow, and maybe you had to replace it fairly soon. Maybe you purchased it because it was "soft". This is probably the number one reason people choose a particular pillow. Did you know that there are certain pillows for certain sleeping types? Many people don't realize that there are many different choices ranging from back sleeper to side sleeper pillow. Whether you own a back sleeper pillow, a neck pillow, or a side sleeper pillow, choosing your pillow should be an important decision. Did you know you spend about a third of your life sleeping? How would you like to sleep without your pillow? Most of us would find it impossible. Still, is your pillow perfect or does it leave a bit to be desired? For those of us who like to curl up on our sides, a side sleeper pillow is best. Since more than half of the population sleeps in this position, it's understandable while side sleeper pillows are top sellers. Side sleeper pillows actually reduce snoring. People who snore find that turning on their sides makes for fewer snoring episodes and less-obstructed airways. It's even been reported by physicians that those sleeping on side sleeper pillows in this position actually have fewer sinus problems. If you are a side sleeper, you may find yourself uncomfortable at times. You turn, curl onto your side, and you find that your shoulder is in the way. Where should you put it? This turns into a frustrating struggle to get comfortable. Those who don't own side sleeper pillows often try to compensate by squashing their pillow a dozen different ways. People fold the pillows. They roll them up. They sit up, agitated, plumping the pillow. Some people even resort to punching the pillow. The end result is always the same. Your shoulder doesn't quite fit the way it should. Worse yet, people who don't own side sleeper pillows may wake up with a red, sore ear. You shake your head from side to side, feeling a bit out of sorts. That's probably because the bottom line is that buying a pillow isn't just about buying the softest pillow available. A pillow actually has a very important job... to keep your neck and head supported when you sleep while keeping your spine properly aligned. If you're a side sleeper, there's good news. Now you can actually purchase side sleeper pillows that take your sleep style into consideration. These side sleeper pillows are made to fit your body by cradling your head and neck for proper neck and spine alignment. Best of all, it's suited perfectly to your sleep style making it the most comfortable way for you to sleep. For side sleepers who previously thought "a pillow is just a pillow", you'll be astonished at the difference!
13 Dec 2007
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*******www.easy20andrew.info the_dudshotmail**** skype id: aceleven11 this is a video about the members area of easy20now.. you will see this page right after you pay your 20$.. if you join under me i will send you some free advice on how to market with web 2.0 (free advertising) and i will show you how to get a free tool thats going to help you with traffic exchanges and earn credits without clicking constantly.. I earned a very good chunk of my $1420 through traffic exchanges so this is a very valuable tool which will help you on certian traffic exchanges.. i will also let you know which traffic exchanges work the best to help you get started.. With easy20now.. i managed to make $500 in my first 48 hours and $1420 in my first 3 monthes.. i don't think thats anything to shake your head at.. if you have any questions, leave me a comment on youtube or email me at the_dudshotmail**** or skype me at aceleven11 here are a couple websites which might also answer your questions.. 20 now easy 20 now internet home based business work earn earn cash make easy money work at home business opportunity free online business home based business opportunity cash money make money fast internet business how to become a millionaire money home business business home based business work at home home business opportunity work from home business opportunity how to get rich make money online make money ez20now EZ make automated turnkey rich cash easy www.easy20now.info EZ20NOW ez20now EZ 20 NOW easy20now
10 Dec 2009
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If you have got kids or you are a shoplifter you know exactly what the value of high street favourite Woolies is. But if you are an investor you might be shaking your head in horror right now. Well, we still love Woolies...
7 Aug 2008
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Do the words "RVing" and "turkey" in the same sentence have you shaking your head, thinking "can't happen"? Well think again! In this episode of the RV Cooking Show host Evanne Schmarder shares her little turkey secret...the crockpot. Moist, tender, and easy. Take a look at Crockpot Turkey Breast for Thanksgiving, we think you'll agree...it's delicious!!
22 Nov 2009
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*******getbacktogether.boomerlistings**** There is hope… Now I can almost see you shaking your head in disbelief… And it’s okay…let me ask? Don’t you know couples that have gotten back together? A girl that has taken a guy back?…or vice versa? I bet you do…and here’s the strange real clincher… Do you remember why they broke up in the first place? I bet you know at least one guy or gal that took their lover back after an affair…or unfaithfulness…or worse even? Think about it for a sec… Sure! And I bet you know of…or have heard of at least one girl that has taken a guy back that REALLY should not have…you know the ones I am talking about…(and I know this is kind of dark)… the girls or guys that are in verbally or physically abusive relationships. Now, that is some really dark stuff and I am not recommending to anyone to take someone back if the relationship was abusive…I am using it as a point that almost NO SITUATION is unsalvageable… “Couples reunite every day REGARDLESS of the situation!” getting back together how do i get him back get wife back pull your ex back get over ex boyfriend
1 Jan 2011
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Tweet! *******tinyurl****/LiteralDeadSpace2RT MP3! *******itunes****/tobyturner Fans! *******facebook****/tobyturnerfans TobyGames! *******bit.ly/TobyGames Shirts! *******bit.ly/TobyShirts Twitter! *******bit.ly/TobyTwitter Guitar track by Mike Datz Post-production by Brian C. Janes *******youtube****/briancjanes Original Song: "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins LYRICS Don't look at the Damned Guy, and he just fades away. There's some text inside some flames. Saturn is really close. Pan down the city Hot chick turning, Isaac rocking. Shake your head, and while he's talking, words appear over his shoulder. A spike in the ribcage and you're killed. Grab a girl by the waist. Bandaged hot chick walking up. She got away but she could use some Advil. Ship pulls away. Isaac wants to take a nap, slide down wall, then fade to black. Wake him up and then its time to diieee. Falling through space, Stab yourself, Shoot something out of frame. Dodge then ship shakes. Stare at your hand, Demon gymnast, Don't get sucked into SPACE, Glowy face, Train-sition. IGN approves. Wrestle demon, Shoot a demon, Choked by a demon, Shoot a pipe, Fall into Space will leave you breathless. Ride a rollercoaster. Walk back, shooting, Bad guy jumping, Jetpack legs, reload, Hit a rock then spin. Giant flaming text distracts the pilot, so they crash. Demons, demons, demons, demons. A Transformer for some reason. Lasers, choking, dragging, glowing. You should probably get a new ship... Dead Space 2. Dead Space 2 - Launch Trailer Tags: Literal Trailer [HD] machinima videogame video game exclusive yt:quality=high Dead Space 2 Launch ea games tobuscus toby turner
12 Feb 2011
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Robert Browning - Fra Lippo Lippi - Read by Paul Giamatti Fra Lippo Lippi (Part 1) by Robert Browning (1812-1889) I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to blame? you think you see a monk! What, 'tis past midnight, and you go the rounds, And here you catch me at an alley's end Where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar? The Carmine's my cloister: hunt it up, Do, -- harry out, if you must show your zeal, Whatever rat, there, haps on his wrong hole, And nip each softling of a wee white mouse, Weke, weke, that's crept to keep him company! Aha, you know your betters! Then, you'll take Your hand away that's fiddling on my throat, And please to know me likewise. Who am I? Why, one, sir, who is lodging with a friend Three streets off -- he's a certain... how d'ye call? Master -- a... Cosimo of the Medici, I' the house that caps the corner. Boh! you were best! Remember and tell me, the day you're hanged, How you affected such a gullet's-gripe! But you, sir, it concerns you that your knaves Pick up a manner nor discredit you: Zooks, are we pilchards, that they sweep the streets And count fair prize what comes into their net? He's Judas to a tittle, that man is! Just such a face! Why, sir, you make amends. Lord, I'm not angry! Bid your hangdogs go Drink out this quarter-florin to the health Of the munificent House that harbours me (And many more beside, lads! more beside!) And all's come square again. I'd like his face -- His, elbowing on his comrade in the door With the pike and lantern, -- for the slave that holds John Baptist's head a-dangle by the hair With one hand ("Look you, now," as who should say) And his weapon in the other, yet unwiped! It's not your chance to have a bit of chalk, A wood-coal or the like? or you should see! Yes, I'm the painter, since you style me so. What, Brother Lippo's doings, up and down, You know them and they take you? like enough! I saw the proper twinkle in your eye -- 'Tell you, I liked your looks at very first. Let's sit and set things straight now, hip to haunch. Here's spring come, and the nights one makes up bands To roam the town and sing out carnival, And I've been three weeks shut up within my mew, A-painting for the great man, saints and saints And saints again. I could not paint all night -- Ouf! I leaned out of window for fresh air. There came a hurry of feet and little feet, A sweep of lute-strings, laughs, and whifts of song, -- Flower o' the broom, Take away love, and our earth is a tomb! Flower o' the quince, I let Lisa go, and what good in life since? Flower o' the thyme -- and so on. Round they went. Scarce had they turned the corner when a titter Like the skipping of rabbits by moonlight, -- three slim shapes, And a face that looked up... zooks, sir, flesh and blood, That's all I'm made of! Into shreds it went, Curtain and counterpane and coverlet, All the bed-furniture -- a dozen knots, There was a ladder! Down I let myself, Hands and feet, scrambling somehow, and so dropped, And after them. I came up with the fun Hard by Saint Laurence, hail fellow, well met, -- Flower o' the rose, If I've been merry, what matter who knows? And so as I was stealing back again To get to bed and have a bit of sleep Ere I rise up tomorrow and go work On Jerome knocking at his poor old breast With his great round stone to subdue the flesh, You snap me of the sudden. Ah, I see! Though your eye twinkles still, you shake your head -- Mine's shaved -- a monk, you say -- the sting's in that! If Master Cosimo announced himself, Mum's the word naturally; but a monk! Come, what am I a beast for? tell us, now! I was a baby when my mother died And father died and left me in the street. I starved there, God knows how, a year or two On fig-skins, melon-parings, rinds and shucks, Refuse and rubbish. One fine frosty day, My stomach being empty as your hat, The wind doubled me up and down I went. Old Aunt Lapaccia trussed me with one hand, (Its fellow was a stinger as I knew) And so along the wall, over the bridge, By the straight cut to the convent. Six words there, While I stood munching my first bread that month: "So, boy, you're minded," quoth the good fat father Wiping his own mouth, 'twas refection-time, -- "To quit this very miserable world? Will you renounce"... "the mouthful of bread?" thought I; By no means! Brief, they made a monk of me; I did renounce the world, its pride and greed, Palace, farm, villa, shop and banking-house, Trash, such as these poor devils of Medici Have given their hearts to -- all at eight years old. Well, sir, I found in time, you may be sure, 'Twas not for nothing -- the good bellyful, The warm serge and the rope that goes all round, And day-long blessed idleness beside! "Let's see what the urchin's fit for" -- that came next. Not overmuch their way, I must confess. Such a to-do! They tried me with their books: Lord, they'd have taught me Latin in pure waste! Flower o' the clove, All the Latin I construe is, "amo" I love! But, mind you, when a boy starves in the streets Eight years together, as my fortune was, Watching folk's faces to know who will fling The bit of half-stripped grape-bunch he desires, And who will curse or kick him for his pains, -- Which gentleman processional and fine, Holding a candle to the Sacrament, Will wink and let him lift a plate and catch The droppings of the wax to sell again, Or holla for the Eight and have him whipped, -- How say I? -- nay, which dog bites, which lets drop His bone from the heap of offal in the street, -- Why, soul and sense of him grow sharp alike, He learns the look of things, and none the less For admonition from the hunger-pinch. I had a store of such remarks, be sure, Which, after I found leisure, turned to use. I drew men's faces on my copy-books, Scrawled them within the antiphonary's marge, Joined legs and arms to the long music-notes, Found eyes and hose and chin for A's and B's, And made a string of pictures of the world Betwixt the ins and outs of verb and noun, On the wall, the bench, the door. The monks looked black. "Nay," quoth the Prior, "turn him out, d'ye say? In no wise. Lose a crow and catch a lark. What if at last we get our man of parts, We Carmelites, like those Camaldolese And Preaching Friars, to do our church up fine And put the front on it that ought to be!" And hereupon he bade me daub away. Thank you! my head being crammed, the walls a blank, Never was such prompt disemburdening. First, every sort of monk, the black and white, I drew them, fat and lean: then, folk at church, From good old gossips waiting to confess Their cribs of barrel-droppings, candle-ends, -- To the breathless fellow at the altar-foot, Fresh from his murder, safe and sitting there With the little children round him in a row Of admiration, half for his beard and half For that white anger of his victim's son Shaking a fist at him with one fierce arm, Signing himself with the other because of Christ (Whose sad face on the cross sees only this After the passion of a thousand years) Till some poor girl, her apron o'er her head, (Which the intense eyes looked through) came at eve On tiptoe, said a word, dropped in a loaf, Her pair of earrings and a bunch of flowers (The brute took growling), prayed, and so was gone. I painted all, then cried "'Tis ask and have; Choose, for more's ready!" -- laid the ladder flat, And showed my covered bit of cloister-wall. The monks closed in a circle and praised loud Till checked, taught what to see and not to see, Being simple bodies, -- "That's the very man! Look at the boy who stoops to pat the dog! That woman's like the Prior's niece who comes To care about his asthma: it's the life!" But there my triumph's straw-fire flared and funked; Their betters took their turn to see and say: The Prior and the learned pulled a face And stopped all that in no time. "How? what's here? Quite from the mark of painting, bless us all! Faces, arms, legs and bodies like the true As much as pea and pea! it's devil's-game! Your business is not to catch men with show, With homage to the perishable clay, But lift them over it, ignore it all, Make them forget there's such a thing as flesh. Your business is to paint the souls of men -- Man's soul, and it's a fire, smoke... no, it's not... It's vapour done up like a new-born babe -- (In that shape when you die it leaves your mouth) It's... well, what matters talking, it's the soul! Give us no more of body than shows soul!
26 Sep 2011
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Robert Browning - Fra Lippo Lippi - Read by Paul Giamatti Fra Lippo Lippi (Part 1) by Robert Browning (1812-1889) I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to blame? you think you see a monk! What, 'tis past midnight, and you go the rounds, And here you catch me at an alley's end Where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar? The Carmine's my cloister: hunt it up, Do, -- harry out, if you must show your zeal, Whatever rat, there, haps on his wrong hole, And nip each softling of a wee white mouse, Weke, weke, that's crept to keep him company! Aha, you know your betters! Then, you'll take Your hand away that's fiddling on my throat, And please to know me likewise. Who am I? Why, one, sir, who is lodging with a friend Three streets off -- he's a certain... how d'ye call? Master -- a... Cosimo of the Medici, I' the house that caps the corner. Boh! you were best! Remember and tell me, the day you're hanged, How you affected such a gullet's-gripe! But you, sir, it concerns you that your knaves Pick up a manner nor discredit you: Zooks, are we pilchards, that they sweep the streets And count fair prize what comes into their net? He's Judas to a tittle, that man is! Just such a face! Why, sir, you make amends. Lord, I'm not angry! Bid your hangdogs go Drink out this quarter-florin to the health Of the munificent House that harbours me (And many more beside, lads! more beside!) And all's come square again. I'd like his face -- His, elbowing on his comrade in the door With the pike and lantern, -- for the slave that holds John Baptist's head a-dangle by the hair With one hand ("Look you, now," as who should say) And his weapon in the other, yet unwiped! It's not your chance to have a bit of chalk, A wood-coal or the like? or you should see! Yes, I'm the painter, since you style me so. What, Brother Lippo's doings, up and down, You know them and they take you? like enough! I saw the proper twinkle in your eye -- 'Tell you, I liked your looks at very first. Let's sit and set things straight now, hip to haunch. Here's spring come, and the nights one makes up bands To roam the town and sing out carnival, And I've been three weeks shut up within my mew, A-painting for the great man, saints and saints And saints again. I could not paint all night -- Ouf! I leaned out of window for fresh air. There came a hurry of feet and little feet, A sweep of lute-strings, laughs, and whifts of song, -- Flower o' the broom, Take away love, and our earth is a tomb! Flower o' the quince, I let Lisa go, and what good in life since? Flower o' the thyme -- and so on. Round they went. Scarce had they turned the corner when a titter Like the skipping of rabbits by moonlight, -- three slim shapes, And a face that looked up... zooks, sir, flesh and blood, That's all I'm made of! Into shreds it went, Curtain and counterpane and coverlet, All the bed-furniture -- a dozen knots, There was a ladder! Down I let myself, Hands and feet, scrambling somehow, and so dropped, And after them. I came up with the fun Hard by Saint Laurence, hail fellow, well met, -- Flower o' the rose, If I've been merry, what matter who knows? And so as I was stealing back again To get to bed and have a bit of sleep Ere I rise up tomorrow and go work On Jerome knocking at his poor old breast With his great round stone to subdue the flesh, You snap me of the sudden. Ah, I see! Though your eye twinkles still, you shake your head -- Mine's shaved -- a monk, you say -- the sting's in that! If Master Cosimo announced himself, Mum's the word naturally; but a monk! Come, what am I a beast for? tell us, now! I was a baby when my mother died And father died and left me in the street. I starved there, God knows how, a year or two On fig-skins, melon-parings, rinds and shucks, Refuse and rubbish. One fine frosty day, My stomach being empty as your hat, The wind doubled me up and down I went. Old Aunt Lapaccia trussed me with one hand, (Its fellow was a stinger as I knew) And so along the wall, over the bridge, By the straight cut to the convent. Six words there, While I stood munching my first bread that month: "So, boy, you're minded," quoth the good fat father Wiping his own mouth, 'twas refection-time, -- "To quit this very miserable world? Will you renounce"... "the mouthful of bread?" thought I; By no means! Brief, they made a monk of me; I did renounce the world, its pride and greed, Palace, farm, villa, shop and banking-house, Trash, such as these poor devils of Medici Have given their hearts to -- all at eight years old. Well, sir, I found in time, you may be sure, 'Twas not for nothing -- the good bellyful, The warm serge and the rope that goes all round, And day-long blessed idleness beside! "Let's see what the urchin's fit for" -- that came next. Not overmuch their way, I must confess. Such a to-do! They tried me with their books: Lord, they'd have taught me Latin in pure waste! Flower o' the clove, All the Latin I construe is, "amo" I love! But, mind you, when a boy starves in the streets Eight years together, as my fortune was, Watching folk's faces to know who will fling The bit of half-stripped grape-bunch he desires, And who will curse or kick him for his pains, -- Which gentleman processional and fine, Holding a candle to the Sacrament, Will wink and let him lift a plate and catch The droppings of the wax to sell again, Or holla for the Eight and have him whipped, -- How say I? -- nay, which dog bites, which lets drop His bone from the heap of offal in the street, -- Why, soul and sense of him grow sharp alike, He learns the look of things, and none the less For admonition from the hunger-pinch. I had a store of such remarks, be sure, Which, after I found leisure, turned to use. I drew men's faces on my copy-books, Scrawled them within the antiphonary's marge, Joined legs and arms to the long music-notes, Found eyes and hose and chin for A's and B's, And made a string of pictures of the world Betwixt the ins and outs of verb and noun, On the wall, the bench, the door. The monks looked black. "Nay," quoth the Prior, "turn him out, d'ye say? In no wise. Lose a crow and catch a lark. What if at last we get our man of parts, We Carmelites, like those Camaldolese And Preaching Friars, to do our church up fine And put the front on it that ought to be!" And hereupon he bade me daub away. Thank you! my head being crammed, the walls a blank, Never was such prompt disemburdening. First, every sort of monk, the black and white, I drew them, fat and lean: then, folk at church, From good old gossips waiting to confess Their cribs of barrel-droppings, candle-ends, -- To the breathless fellow at the altar-foot, Fresh from his murder, safe and sitting there With the little children round him in a row Of admiration, half for his beard and half For that white anger of his victim's son Shaking a fist at him with one fierce arm, Signing himself with the other because of Christ (Whose sad face on the cross sees only this After the passion of a thousand years) Till some poor girl, her apron o'er her head, (Which the intense eyes looked through) came at eve On tiptoe, said a word, dropped in a loaf, Her pair of earrings and a bunch of flowers (The brute took growling), prayed, and so was gone. I painted all, then cried "'Tis ask and have; Choose, for more's ready!" -- laid the ladder flat, And showed my covered bit of cloister-wall. The monks closed in a circle and praised loud Till checked, taught what to see and not to see, Being simple bodies, -- "That's the very man! Look at the boy who stoops to pat the dog! That woman's like the Prior's niece who comes To care about his asthma: it's the life!" But there my triumph's straw-fire flared and funked; Their betters took their turn to see and say: The Prior and the learned pulled a face And stopped all that in no time. "How? what's here? Quite from the mark of painting, bless us all! Faces, arms, legs and bodies like the true As much as pea and pea! it's devil's-game! Your business is not to catch men with show, With homage to the perishable clay, But lift them over it, ignore it all, Make them forget there's such a thing as flesh. Your business is to paint the souls of men -- Man's soul, and it's a fire, smoke... no, it's not... It's vapour done up like a new-born babe -- (In that shape when you die it leaves your mouth) It's... well, what matters talking, it's the soul! Give us no more of body than shows soul!
26 Sep 2011
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Classic Game Room presents a CGRundertow review of Call of Duty World at War for Xbox 360. This first-person shooter was developed by Treyarch and published by Activision for PC, PlayStation 3, Wii, and Xbox 360. While most Call of Duty games feature farfetched stories, World at War is over the top in a way that just feels corny. While there are many moments in the game that leave you dropping your jaw, there are also plenty of other moments that leave you just shaking your head. No man get beaten in the head with the butt of a gun, flooded in a tunnel and stabbed multiple times, and live to talk about it! With that out of the way, it is interesting to note that Black Ops is an indirect prequel to this game, and although it does not feature the same corny story of this game, it does maintain many of the same plot points. This CGRundertow video game review features gameplay of Call of Duty World at War and commentary from CGR's Gabe.
8 Nov 2012
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WOW- World Of Wonders, brings you the most amazing and heartwarming facts from across the globe, that will indeed shake your head. Today's facts are- tongue is one of the strongest organ of your body, chocolates can kill dogs, names of all the continents starts and ends with same letter, ostrich's eyes are bigger than their brains and you can slim down if you stand below the moon.
1 Mar 2013
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WOW- World Of Wonders, brings you the most amazing and heartwarming facts from across the globe, that will indeed shake your head. Today's facts are- Prostitution among Penguins, Full name of Barbie, Difference between ladies and gents shirts, Mona Lisa's missing eyebrow For daily dose of entertainment news log on to: *******www.lehren*** Like our Updates: *******www.facebook****/LehrenEntertainment Follow our tweets: ********twitter****/lehrentv
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