Mark Gungor despre diferenta de gandire intre sexe:

Cu dedicatie

Sa bem, sa urlam si sa dam maneaua la maxim. Ca e craciunu'. Whohooooooo! Da'i cu alcoolu, fumeaza ceva, arunca cu chestii pe fereastra si urla cat te tin corzile vocale.

Da-i in mortzii lor de vecini. N-ai bani de Bamboo? Nu-i nimic. E super cool si asa.

Iti vine sa-i calci pe gat pe astia, pe cuvant!

Craciun linistit, liniste, pace, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen.... Hai ca merge...

Va doresc tuturor un Craciun fericit si linistit alaturi de cei dragi. Nu cu chestii pompoase, aripi, infinituri, crize economice si mosi craciuni cu muschi. Doar un Craciun frumos. Si cu gust de scortisoara. Si vin fiert. Si cidru. Si portocale.

Maine plec la munte. La zapada si la soba calda.Fara net, fara semnal. 3 zile.

Yeey

270 de oameni care au vent sa rada cu putere la Deko. peste 4000 RON stransi (Simona scria ca 4200). Multe lucruri cumparate pentru centrul de plasament Orhideea.

Mos Craciun a venit si la ei!

Bravo Deko, Bravo Club A si nu in ultimul rand bravo DaAfaceri.

La mai mare.

Detalii despre ce s-a cumparat gasiti si aici.

CORPORATE LESSON # 1

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. After a few seconds of arguing over which one should go and answer the doorbell, the wife gives up, quickly wraps herself up in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, “I’ll give you $ 800 just to drop that towel that you have on”. After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob. Bob has a close look at her for a few seconds, hands over $800 and quietly leaves. Confused, but excited about her good fortune, the woman wraps back up in the towel and goes upstairs! When she gets back to the bathroom, her husband asks from the shower “Who was that?” “It was Bob the next door neighbor,” she replies. “Great,” the husband says, “did he say anything about the! $800 he owes me?”

MORAL OF THE STORY: Share critical credit information with your stakeholders to prevent avoidable exposure!

CORPORATE LESSON # 2

Usually the junior executives and staff of the company generally play football; the middle level managers are more interested in tennis and the top management usually has a preference for Golf.

MORAL OF THE STORY: As you go up the corporate ladder, the balls reduce in size.

CORPORATE LESSON #3

A priest was driving along and saw a nun on the side of the road, he stopped and offered her a lift which she gladly accepted. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to open and reveal a lovely leg. The priest had a look and nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun looked at him and immediately said, “Father, remember psalm 129?” The priest was flustered and apologized profusely. He forced himself to remove his hand. However, he was unable to remove his eyes from her leg. Further on, while changing gear, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, “Father, remember psalm 129?” Once again the priest apologized. “Sorry sister, but the mind is weak.” Arriving at the convent, the nun got out, gave him a meaningful glance and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to retrieve a bible and looked up psalm 129. It Said, “Go forth and seek; further up, you will find glory.”

MORAL OF THE STORY: Always be well informed in your job; or, you might miss great opportunities!

CORPORATE LESSON # 4

A young executive was leaving the office at 6 PM when he found the CEO standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in his hand. “Listen,” said the CEO, “this is a very sensitive and important document and my secretary has left. Can you make this thing work?” “Certainly, Sir” said the young executive. He turned the machine on, inserted the paper, and pressed the start button. “Excellent, excellent!” said the CEO as his paper disappeared inside the machine. “I just need one copy.”

MORAL OF THE STORY- Never, never assume that your BOSS knows everything.

CORPORATE LESSON # 5

There were these 4 guys, Russian President Medvedev, Germany’s Chancellor Merkel, America’s Bush and French Premiere Sarkozy who found this small genie bottle. When they rubbed the bottle, a genie appears. Thankful that the 4 guys had released him out of the bottle, he said, “Next to you all are 4 swimming pools, I will give each of you a wish. When you run towards the pool and jump, you shout what you want the pool of water to become, then your wish will come true.” The French Premiere wanted to start. He ran towards the pool, jumped and shouted WINE”. The pool immediately changed into a pool of wine. The Frenchman was so happy swimming and drinking from the pool. Next is the Russian President’s turn, he did the same and shouted, “VODKA” and immersed himself into a pool of vodka. The German was next and she jumped and shouted, “BEER”. He was so contented with her beer pool. The last is American’s Randy. He was running towards the pool when suddenly he steps on a banana peel. He slipped towards the pool and shouted, “SHIT!!!!!!!………”

MORAL OF THE STORY: Mind your language, you never know what it will land you in.

Sub McDonalds Unirii este un Mega Image. Pentru a atrage clienti, Mega Image a plasat vitrine cu diverse produse. In drepta, cum iesi din Mec, este o vitrina cu mere, portocale si sucuri naturale. In fata acestei vitrine cu chestii sanatoase, un grup basculeaza BigMac-uri cu Cole si cartofi.

In parc e o adevarata feerie. Patinoar, casute de unde poti cumpara vin fiert, salam, cascaval, branze si alte produse de sezon. O scena. Undeva intr-un colt al parcului, mult iubitii nostri indieni, aia de sunt pretutindeni, la orice gura de metrou. Pe scena vine Andra. (Cum care Andra? Nu va e rusine?!) Andra incepe sa cante cu vocea ei angelica. Indienii maresc volumul. Andra incepe sa scoata sunete din ce in ce mai intense. Emoistii din fata Mecului o iau la misto. Indienii nu se lasa. Dar basii Andrei sunt mai mari. Indienii cedeaza. Andra se opreste. Indienii incep sa cante. Dupa 45 de secunde, Andra incepe si ea o noua melodie. Indienii abia de se mai aud. Se opresc. Cred ca au plecat.

Ma uit la ceas. Holy mother of... asa de tarziu e?! Sun.

"Unde dracu' esti?"

"Vin acu'! Am o surpriza." Astept.

In sfarsit!! "Ce ti-a luat atat?"

"Scuze. Ce faci de 1 mai?"

"De unde sa stiu eu? Vegetez, probabil."

"Am o surpriza."

"Stiu, mi-ai mai spus."

"Hai sa plecam de 1 mai."

Creierul meu urla: "Sa nu faci prostia sa te duci la mare. In Vama. Sau in Mamaia. O, Doamne, nu in Costineeesti!!"

"Unde?"

"In Venetia, desigur!"

Zambesc. "Cat ne costa?"

"O nimica toata. Avionul dus-intors e 350 de lei"

"Cat stam?"

"De vineri pana luni."

Zambesc in continuare. Venetia...

Ajungem la teatru la timp. Piesa e geniala. Dupa piesa, Rodeo de la Sheriff's e mare, bun, consistent. Ciocolata de acasa e delicioasa.

Discutia aceea are un final destul de bun.

Seara se incheie perfect.

Ma uit la ceas si incepe o noua zi. E duminica.

Azi unde iesim?

Am inceput sa dau search-uri pe google: Christmas, funny Christmas, Santa suit, funny santa...

Am gasit asta pe blogul unui prieten (da, Dane, cam seamana cu tine):

Acuma cant de nebuna prin casa:

"dress your cat in gay apparel, falalalalalalala, put yourself in mortal peril, falalalalalalalala"

Sau "gingle bells, batman smells, robin layed an egg, the batmobil has lost a wheel and joker got away."

I need to give up cola

Am chef sa vad un film prost.

Playlist-ul se confrunta cu un makeover.

Gata, oficial sunt in vacanta. Daca zice cineva ceva de sesiune si de invatat, il bat (cu frisca, nu sunt o fire violenta). O sa imi fac griji mai incolo. Acum m-a lovit. The holiday mooshyness. Sunt pufy si copil si ma bucr de luminite si globuri si beteala si cadouri. Si dulcuiri. Si mirosul de scortisoara. Si mirosul de portocala.

Percep doar mirosuri, senzatii, sentimente. Si vorbesc prostii si fac gafe si scriu aberatii pe blog.

Asa sunt eu de sarbatori.

Ah, si fac liste. Multe multe liste. Cumparaturi, plusuri si minusuri pe anul asta, new year's resolutions. Liste.

...just like everybody else.

Ce inseamna sa fi diferit? Sa te imbraci ciudat? Sa iei atitudinea aia de "dark and twisted" person? Sa fi un razvratit la scoala? Sa fi un tocilar? Sa ai capu' mare?

A fi diferit e relativ. E o abatere de la cateva norme sociale, norme pe care fiecare si le stabileste siesi. Bine, suntem cu totii diferiti, asta e de la natura, tine de genetica si de psihologie.

Dar oare mai suntem cu adevarat diferiti? Emo kids erau diferiti atunci cand erau cativa, se strangeau si erau "grupul ala ciudat din coltul ala". Acum e o moda, nu mai sunt diferiti.

Eleva porno e diferita. Ea face filme porno la 18 ani. Are fata de copil. E un copil. Nu conteaza ca e majora.

Lumea e ciudata. Si diferita. Toti suntem diferiti. Si la fel.

Aberez. Poate la fel ca altii.

I'm different. Just like everyone else.