<?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-11400190</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:37:45.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vampire's Lair.......Muhahahahahaha</title><subtitle type='html'>Enter If U Dare But Beware</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fullmetal Vampire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07389614659802237653</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11400190.post-111936776682951530</id><published>2005-06-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:29:26.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another pervetic joke,=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly man in Florida had owned a large farm for several years. He had a large pond in the back, fixed up nice; picnic tables horseshoe courts, some apple and peach trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pond was properly shaped and fixed up for swimming when it was built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there for a while, and look it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed a five gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.  As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he came closer he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond. He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the women shouted to him, "We're not coming out until you leave!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man frowned, "I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond." Holding the bucket up he said, "I'm here to feed the alligator."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Old men can still think fast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11400190-111936776682951530?l=vlord-lair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/feeds/111936776682951530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11400190&amp;postID=111936776682951530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default/111936776682951530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default/111936776682951530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-pervetic-joke-elderly-man-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Fullmetal Vampire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07389614659802237653</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-11400190.post-111919340873434621</id><published>2005-06-19T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:03:28.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are more jokes=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story, I was happy. My girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream! There was only one thing bothering me, very much indeed, and that one thing was her younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty years of age, wore tight mini skirts and low cut blouses. She would regularly bend down when near me and I got many a pleasant view of her underwear. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else. One day little sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived. She whispered to me that soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome and didn't really want to overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. I was in total shock and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want to go ahead with it just come up and get me." I was stunned. I was frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. When she reached the top she pulled down her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and went straight to the front door. I opened the door and stepped out of the house. I walked straight towards my car. My future father-in-law was standing outside. With tears in his eyes he hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The moral of this story is:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always keep your condoms in your car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cop is patrolling Lover's Lane when he sees the strangest thing. A young teenage couple is sitting in a car, the guy in the front and the girl in the back. The guy is reading a magazine and the girl appears to be knitting.&lt;br /&gt;He stops the patrol car and walks over to knock on the young man's window. He rolls the window down.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes officer?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have to ask you, what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well sir, I am reading a magazine."&lt;br /&gt;"What about the young lady in the backseat?"&lt;br /&gt;The young man turns to look behind him. "Well, I think she is knitting a pullover sweater."&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you young man?" the officer asks.&lt;br /&gt;"I am 25 Officer."&lt;br /&gt;"And the girl?"&lt;br /&gt;The young man looks at his watch. "Well, she'll be 18 in 11 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tats all for 2day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11400190-111919340873434621?l=vlord-lair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/feeds/111919340873434621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11400190&amp;postID=111919340873434621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default/111919340873434621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default/111919340873434621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/2005/06/here-are-more-jokes-true-story-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Fullmetal Vampire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07389614659802237653</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-11400190.post-111911319431174681</id><published>2005-06-19T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:46:34.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SALUTATIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time never blog le...HAHA laxy i am.. i decided to make my blog a joke blog!!!(most of them are stolen...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here goes a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke no.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man wakes up one morning and there's a gorilla on his roof. So he looks in the yellow pages and sure enough, there's an ad for "Gorilla Removers." He calls the number, and the gorilla remover says he'll be over in 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The gorilla remover arrives, and gets out of his van. He's got a ladder, a baseball bat, a shotgun and a mean old pit bull. "What are you going to do," the homeowner asks? "I'm going to put this ladder up against the roof, and then I'm going to go up there and knock the gorilla off the roof with this baseball bat. When the gorilla falls off, the pit bull is trained to grab his nuts and not let go. The gorilla will then be subdued enough for me to put him in the cage in the back of the van." He hands the shotgun to the homeowner.&lt;br /&gt;"What's the shotgun for?" asks the homeowner. "If the gorilla knocks ME off the roof, shoot the dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke no.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary received a parrot as a gift. The parrot was fully grown with a very bad attitude and worse vocabulary. Every other word was a curse: those that weren't curses were to say the least, rude.&lt;br /&gt;Mary tried to change the bird's attitude by constantly saying polite things. Words and playing soft music...anything she could think of. Nothing worked.&lt;br /&gt;She yelled at the bird and the bird got worse. She shook the bird and the bird got madder and more rude. Finally in a moment of desperation, Mary put the parrot in the freezer to get a minute of peace.&lt;br /&gt;For a few moments she heard the bird swearing, squawking kicking and screaming and then, suddenly there was absolute quiet. Mary was frightened that she might have actually hurt the bird and quickly opened the freezer door. The parrot calmly stepped out onto Mary's extended arm and said:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very sorry that I offended you with my language and my actions and I ask your forgiveness. I will endeavor to correct my behavior and I am sure it will never happen again."&lt;br /&gt;Mary was astounded at the changes in the bird's attitude and was about to ask what had changed him, when the parrot continued, "May I ask what the chicken did?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke no.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we took some friends out to a new restaurant, and noticed that the waiter who took our order carried a spoon in his shirt pocket. It seemed a little strange, but I ignored it. However, when the busboy brought out water and utensils, I noticed he also had a spoon in his shirt pocket, then looked around the room and saw that all the staff had spoons in their pockets. When the waiter came back to serve our soup I asked, "Why the spoon?" "Well," he explained, "the restaurant's owners hired Andersen Consulting, experts in efficiency, in order to revamp all our processes. After several months of statistical analysis, they concluded that customers drop their spoons 73.84 percent more often than any other utensil. This represents a drop frequency of approximately 3 spoons per table per hour. If our personnel is prepared to deal with that contingency, we can reduce the number of trips back to the kitchen and save 15 man-hours per shift." As luck would have it I dropped my spoon and he was able to replace it with his spare spoon. "I'll get another spoon next time I go to the kitchen instead of making an extra trip to get it right now." I was rather impressed. The waiter served our main course and I continued to look around. I then noticed that there was a very thin string hanging out of the waiter's fly. Looking around, I noticed that all the waiters had the same string hanging from their flies. My curiosity got the better of me and before he walked off, I asked the waiter, "Excuse me, but can you tell me why you have that string right there?" "Oh, certainly!" he answered, lowering his voice. "Not everyone is as observant as you. That consulting firm I mentioned also found out that we can save time in the restroom." "How so?" "See," he continued, "by tying this string to the tip of you know what, we can pull it out over the urinal without touching it and that way eliminate the need to wash the hands, shortening the time spent in the restroom by 76.39 percent." "Okay, that makes sense, but . . . if the string helps you get it out, how do you put it back in?" "Well," he whispered, lowering his voice even further, "I don't know about the others, but I use the spoon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ur eyes hurt frm reading these jokes fret not coz mine did too.=) Vist regularly for more jokes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11400190-111911319431174681?l=vlord-lair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/feeds/111911319431174681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11400190&amp;postID=111911319431174681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default/111911319431174681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default/111911319431174681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/2005/06/salutations-long-time-never-blog-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Fullmetal Vampire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07389614659802237653</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-11400190.post-111755378879488985</id><published>2005-05-31T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:36:28.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long tym nv blog,play maple till 4get.haha, anyway, join maplestory  @ &lt;a href="http://www.maplesea.com"&gt;www.maplesea.com&lt;/a&gt;. Join! Its f-u-n. thats all.lol, play maple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11400190-111755378879488985?l=vlord-lair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/feeds/111755378879488985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11400190&amp;postID=111755378879488985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default/111755378879488985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default/111755378879488985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-tym-nv-blogplay-maple-till-4get.html' title=''/><author><name>Fullmetal Vampire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07389614659802237653</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-11400190.post-111712102846492548</id><published>2005-05-26T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:23:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2day was the last day ms loh's or eng cher. so we had photaking session after sch. actually wanted to take class photo, but shannon spoiled the mood by doing gayish acts in class wif k.j. after that got band, quite ok. but after that damn suay. about to stepped out of sch kenna caught by mrs teo for not tuvkin in shirt. den muz do pumpin. juz my luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11400190-111712102846492548?l=vlord-lair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/feeds/111712102846492548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11400190&amp;postID=111712102846492548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default/111712102846492548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default/111712102846492548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/2005/05/2day-was-last-day-ms-lohs-or-eng-cher.html' title=''/><author><name>Fullmetal Vampire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07389614659802237653</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-11400190.post-111693849613958196</id><published>2005-05-24T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:41:36.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally hav a nice skin 4 the blog. still no music though. any1 noes how 2 add music? plz tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11400190-111693849613958196?l=vlord-lair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/feeds/111693849613958196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11400190&amp;postID=111693849613958196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default/111693849613958196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11400190/posts/default/111693849613958196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vlord-lair.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally-hav-nice-skin-4-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Fullmetal Vampire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07389614659802237653</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></feed>
