Most Commented Post…Evverrr
Let’s make a quick 100 bucks this weekend. Here’s how.
Post a comment on here…post as many as you’d like (the more you post, the more chances you have to win). Comments must be longer than 5 words, so if you just post a 1-letter comment and post a million of them you won’t win. Come Sunday I’m going to randomly scroll up down and all around with my eyes closed and hover my mouse over somebody’s comment.
If you’re the lucky fan, I’ll Paypal you $100. Go buy a present for somebody, go out to a nice steak dinner, or use that $100 to make $150 in PPC.
i wonder how many comments he would think the crazy person like me who do
are worth double down here
yeah Colombia girls are hot
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or atleast some of them :) how much is $100 usd for you?
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well im bored :) but itll be ok if i win :)
thats why I really like affiliate marketing
i wonder what time sunday
Uber has Affiliate Tips galore…just read.
wonder what time he’ll randomly pick me :)
100 down here are like 200 up there
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i think that if i won this it would make my week, possibly month :)
Are a Blackhat/Shady affiliate?
I mean all my earnings I multiply by two
i like to see the successful blogs and marketers online giving back to people that read them or buy stuff from them :)
yeah thats the good thing about living outside of the usa. you make even more money usually
I’ll be taking two planes to get there
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it was raining here today
because what someone would get up there for 100 bucks I get it down here with 50
who are you raj? lol
Uber is giving. He started Charity Check Tuesday!
Three kids come down to the kitchen and sit around the breakfast table. The mother asks the oldest boy what he’d like to eat. “I’ll have some fuckin’ French toast,” he says. The mother is outraged at his language, hits him, and sends him upstairs. She asks the middle child what he wants. “Well, I guess that leaves more fuckin’ French toast for me,” he says. She is livid, smacks him, and sends him away. Finally she asks the youngest son what he wants for breakfast. “I don’t know,” he says meekly, “but I definitely don’t want the fuckin’ French toast.”
yeah thats nice
My grandfather always said, “Don’t watch your money; watch your health.” So one day while I was watching my health, someone stole my money. It was my grandfather. (Jackie Mason)
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you ever think about moving to the USA
Last night I went to a 24-hour grocery. When I got there, the guy was locking the front door. I said, “Hey, the sign says you’re open 24 hours.” He goes: “Not in a row!” (Steven Wright)
A businessman walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. He says he is going to Europe on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000.
The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for such a loan. So the businessman hands over the keys to a Rolls-Royce parked on the street in front of the bank. Everything checks out, and the bank agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. An employee drives the Rolls into the bank’s underground garage and parks it there.
Two weeks later, the businessman returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest , which comes to $15.41. The loan officer says, We are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is; why would you bother to borrow $5,000?
The businessman replied: Where else in New York can I park my car for two weeks for 15 bucks?
A lady and her young son were travelling in a taxi in New York. As it passed a particularly seedy part of the city the boy was fascinated by the garishly made-up women who were walking along the streets accosting some of the male passers-by. He asked his mum what they were doing and she replied in an embarassed voice that they were probably asking for directions. The taxi driver heard this and said “Why dontcha tell the boy the truth — in udda words they’re prostitutes.” The lady blushed and the boy asked her “What are pros…. what the driver said? Are they like other women? Do they have children?” “Of course” said the mother “Where do you think New York taxi drivers come from?”
but the down side is to find good stuff to buy you need to go to the US
Saul is working in his store when he hears a booming voice from above: “Saul, sell your business.” He ignores it. It goes on for days. “Saul, sell your business for $3 million.” After weeks of this, he relents, sells his store. The voice says ‘Saul, go to Las Vegas.” He asks why. “Saul, take the $3 million to Las Vegas.” He obeys, goes to a casino. Voice says, “Saul , go to the blackjack table and put it down all on one hand.” He hesitates but knows he must. He’s dealt an 18. The dealer has a six showing. “Saul, take a card.” What? The dealer has — “Take a card!” He tells the dealer to hit him. Saul gets an ace. Nineteen. He breathes easy. “Saul, take another card.” What? “TAKE ANOTHER CARD!” He asks for another card. It’s another ace. He has twenty. “Saul, take another card,” the voice commands. I have twenty! Saul shouts. “TAKE ANOTHER CARD!!” booms the voice. Hit me,Saul says. He gets another ace. Twenty one. The booming voice goes: “un-fucking-believable!”
A guy joins a monastery and takes a vow of silence: he’s allowed to say two words every seven years. After the first seven years, the elders bring him in and ask for his two words. “Cold floors,” he says. They nod and send him away. Seven more years pass. They bring him back in and ask for his two words. He clears his throats and says, “Bad food.” They nod and send him away. Seven more years pass. They bring him in for his two words. “I quit,” he says. “That’s not surprising,” the elders say. “You’ve done nothing but complain since you got here.”
Three bulls heard via the grapevine that the rancher was going to bring yet another bull onto the ranch, and the prospect raised a discussion among them.
First Bull: “Boys, we all know I’ve been here 5 years. Once we settled our differences, we agreed on which 100 of the cows would be mine. Now, I don’t know where this newcomer is going to get HIS cows, but I ain’t givin’ him any of mine.”
Second Bull: “That pretty much says it for me, too. I’ve been here 3 years and have earned my right to the 50 cows we’ve agreed are mine. I’ll fight him till I run him off or kill him, but I’M KEEPIN’ ALL MY COWS.”
Third Bull: “I’ve only been here a year, and so far you guys have only let me have 10 cows to “take care of”. I may not be as big as you fellows (yet) but I am young and virile, so I simply MUST keep all MY cows.”
They had just finished their big talk when an eighteen-wheeler pulls up in the middle of the pasture with only ONE ANIMAL IN IT: the biggest Son-of-Another-Bull these guys had ever seen! At 4700 pounds, each step he took toward the ground strained the steel ramp to the breaking point.
First Bull: “Ahem… You know, it’s actually been some time since I really felt I was doing all my cows justice, anyway. I think I can spare a few for our new friend.”
Second Bull: “I’ll have plenty of cows to take care of if I just stay on the opposite end of the pasture from HIM. I’m certainly not looking for an argument.”
They look over at their young friend, the 3rd bull, and find him pawing the dirt, shaking his horns, and snorting.
First Bull: “Son, let me give you some advice real quick. Let him have some of your cows and live to tell about it.”
Third Bull: “Hell, he can have ALL my cows. I’m just making sure he knows I’M a bull!”
Kachidza was at a local beerhall when a beautiful woman walked in. The beerhall was full and there was only one one place to sit: next to him! Kachidza, always a friendly guy, decided to strike up a conversation with his pretty new neighbor. But as soon as he said “Hello, Miss…” she turned to him and screamed at the top of her lungs, “WHAT KIND OF A PERSON DO YOU THINK I AM, YOU PERVERT!”
This caught him very off guard, as all of his friends in the beerhall were glaring at him for trying to molest this newcomer. He slouched down as far as he could on his stool, and looked at what he knew would be his last drink here in a long time.
After a few minutes the lady said to him, “I’m sorry if I scared or embarrassed you. I’m a Psychology student and I’m doing a study on what happens to an innocent person when they are falsely accused of something in public. Please don’t take it personally. We’re friends, right? Shake hands?”
Kachidza looked at her, her hand stretched out, her eyes imploring and yelled out, “A THOUSAND BUCKS FOR A NIGHT!!! ARE YOU CRAZY??”
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I was making love to this girl and she started crying. I said, “Are you going to hate yourself in the morning?” She said. “No. I hate myself now.” (Rodney Dangerfield)
The first grade class comes in from recess, and Teacher asks Mary, “What did you do at recess?”
Mary says, “I played in the sand box.”
Teacher says, “That’s good. Go to the blackboard, and if you can write ‘sand’ correctly, I’ll give you a fresh-baked cookie.”
She does, and gets a cookie.
Teacher asks Billy what he did at recess.
Billy says, “I played with Mary in sand box.”
Teacher says, “Good. If you write ‘Box” correctly on blackboard, I’ll give you a fresh baked cookie.”
Billy does, and gets a cookie.
Teacher then asks Bernie Goldberg what he did at recess.
He says, “I tried to play with Mary and Billy, but they threw rocks at me.”
Teacher says, “Threw rocks at you? That sounds like blatant racial discrimination. If you can go the blackboard and write ‘blatant racial discrimination’ I’ll give you a cookie.”
A Jewish grandmother is watching her grandchild playing on the beach when a huge wave comes and takes him out to sea. She pleads, “please God, save my only grandson. I beg of you, bring him back.” And a big wave comes and washes the boy back onto the beach, good as new. She looks up to heaven and says: “He had a hat!” (Myron Cohen)
Two guys are walking down the street when a mugger approaches them and demands their money. They both grudgingly pull out their wallets and begin taking out their cash. Just then one guy turns to the other and hands him a bill. “Here’s that $20 I owe you,” he says.
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There’s a guy with a Doberman Pinscher and a guy with a Chihuahua. The guy with the Doberman Pinscher says to the guy with a Chihuahua, “Let’s go over to that restaurant and get something to eat.”
The guy with the Chihuahua says, “We can’t go in there. We’ve got dogs with us.”
The guy with the Doberman Pinscher says, “Just follow my lead.” They walk over to the restaurant, the guy with the Doberman Pinscher puts on a pair of dark glasses, and he starts to walk in.
A guy at the door says, “Sorry, mac, no pets allowed.”
The guy with the Doberman Pinscher says, “You don’t understand. This is my seeing-eye dog.”
The guy at the door says, “A Doberman Pinscher?”
He says, “Yes, they’re using them now, they’re very good.”
The guy at the door says, “Come on in.”
The guy with the Chihuahua figures, “What the heck,” so he puts on a pair of dark glasses and starts to walk in. The guy at the door says, “Sorry, pal, no pets allowed.”
The guy with the Chihuahua says, “You don’t understand. This is my seeing-eye dog.”
The guy at the door says, “A Chihuahua?”
The guy with the Chihuahua says, “You mean they gave me a Chihuahua?”
An old cowboy dressed to kill with cowboy shirt, hat, jeans, spurs and chaps went to a bar and ordered a drink. As he sat there sipping his whiskey, a young lady sat down next to him.
After she ordered her drink she turned to the cowboy and asked him, “Are you a real cowboy?”
“Well, I have spent my whole life on the ranch herding cows, breaking horses, mending fences… I guess I am,” replied the cowboy.
After a short while he asked her what she was.
“I’ve never been on a ranch so I’m not a cowboy, but I am a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning I think of women, when I eat, shower, watch TV, everything seems to make me think of women,” told the young woman.
A short while later she left and the cowboy ordered another drink.
A couple sat down next to him and asked, “Are you a real cowboy?”
“I always thought I was, but I just found out that I’m a lesbian.”
Two prisoners, sentenced to die in the electric chair on the same day were led down to the room in which they would meet their maker.
The priest had given the last rites, the formal speech had been given by the warden, and a final prayer had been said among the participants. The warden, turning to the first man, solemnly asked, “Son, do you have a last request ?”
To which the man replied, “Yes sir, I do. I love dance music. Could you please play The Macarena for me one last time?”
“Certainly,” replied the warden.
He turned to the other man and asked, “Well, what about you, son ? What is your final request?”
“Please,” said the condemned man, “KILL ME FIRST.”
A Marine Drill Sergeant, known for his insensitivity and tough demeanor, during roll call one day ended his talk with, “Oh, by the way, Kowalski, your mother died last night.” A couple of weeks later, he told another troop in the same manner, “Don’t bother calling home this week Johnson, your house burned down last night and killed your entire family.” Word of these incidents leaked to the Commanding Officer, who called in Sergeant Pyrczkovich and counseled him, instructing him to be a bit more sensitive to the men. So, after receiving news of the death of Private Lazinsky’s grandmother, he decided to try another ploy. “Okay, men. Everyone whose grandmother is still alive, take one step forward. Not so fast, Lazinsky…”
There were three men who were lost in the forest. They were then captured by cannibals. The cannibal king then told the prisoners that they could live if they pass the trial.
First step of the trial is to go to the forest with the cannibals and get ten pieces of the same kind of fruit. So all three men went separate ways to gather fruits.
The first one came back and said to the king, “I brought ten apples.” The king then explains the trial to him. You have to shove the fruits up your rear with out any expression on your face or you’ll be eaten. The first apple went in… but on the second one he winced out in pain, so he was killed.
The second one arrives and shows the king his ten fruits were berries. When the king explained the trial to him he thought to himself that this should be easy. 1… 2…3…4…5…6…7…8… on the ninth berry he burst out in laughter, therefore, he also was killed.
The first guy and the second guy met in heaven.
The first guy asked, “Why did you laugh, you almost got away with it?” The second guy replied, “I couldn’t help it, I saw the third guy coming with pineapples.”
A guy walks into a pub weeping profusely and muttering “O piccolo, damn piccolo!” Naturally, the barman (who’s paid for this sort of thing) listens to his story. He was part of a musical quartet – a bass, a drummer, a trumpeter and himself with his piccolo – that had gone on tour in the east. In India a Maharaja had loved their music so much that he ordered that their instruments be filled with rubies. Guess who got the least. In Japan, a similar thing happened with the Emperor. But in Saudi Arabia, their music was hated so much by a Sheik that he ordered that the instruments be rammed up their players’ arses… the bass, drum and trumpet were too big… but… the poor guy burst into tears again.
sometimes but not really I just like it to visit
I went to my doctor and told him “my penis is burning.” He said, “That means somebody is talking about it.” (Garry Shandling)
There were eleven women hanging onto a rope that came down from a cliff. Ten of the women were blonde and one was a brunette. They realized that one person should let go of the rope, because if they didn’t, the rope would break and everyone would fall to their death. They couldn’t decide who should let go. Finally the brunette said, “I’ll make the sacrifice.” She gave a very moving and touching speech, saying she would let go of the rope to spare her friends. The brunette finished her speech, let go of the rope and fell to her fate. All of the blondes started clapping.
A car hits a Jewish man. The paramedic rushes over and says, “Are you comfortable?” The guy says: “I make a good living.” (Henny Youngman)
Once upon a time there was a frog who lived in a lake all by himself. He had been given special powers by a local witch. One day he finally ventured out of the lake to get his first glimpse of the world outside. The first thing he saw was a bear chasing a rabbit and so he called out to them and asked them to stop. Then he said to them, “I am a magical frog and since you are the first two animals I have ever seen, I am going to grant you both three wishes. You will each take turns using them and you have to use them now. The bear (being greedy) went first. “I would like for every bear in this forest to be female except for me.” A magical sound and it was done. Then the rabbit. “I would like a helmet.” This confused both the frog and the bear, but after a magical sound there was a helmet. It was the bear’s turn again. “I would like for every bear in the neighboring forest to be female.” A magical sound and it was done. The rabbit went again. “I would like a motorcycle.” Both the frog and the bear wondered why the rabbit didn’t just ask for a lot of money with which he could buy himself a motorcycle, but after a magical sound there was a motorcycle. The bear took his last wish. “I would like for all the bears in the world to be female except for me.” A magical sound and it was done. The rabbit then put on his helmet, started up the motorcycle, said “I wish the bear was gay.” and took off.
I lived up there for a year though…went to college
A bartender is sitting behind the bar on a typical day, when the door busts open and in come four exuberant blondes. They come up to the bar, order five bottles of champagne and ten glasses, take their order over and sit down at a large table. The corks are popped, the glasses are filled, and they begin toasting and chanting, “51 days, 51 days, 51 days!” Soon, three more blondes arrive, take up their drinks and the chanting grows. “51 days, 51 days, 51 days!” Two more blondes show up and soon their voices are joined in raising the roof. “51 days, 51 days, 51 days!” Finally, the tenth blonde comes in with a picture under her arm. She walks over to the table, sets the picture in the middle and the table erupts. Up jump the others, they begin dancing around the table, exchanging high-fives, all the while chanting “51 days, 51 days, 51 days!” The bartender can’t contain his curiosity any longer, so he walks over to the table. There in the center is a beautifully framed child’s puzzle of the Cookie Monster. When the frenzy dies down a little bit, the bartender asks one of the blondes, “What’s all the chanting and celebration about?” The blonde who brought in the picture pipes in, “Everyone thinks that blondes are dumb and they make fun of us. So, we decided to set the record straight. Ten of us got together, bought that puzzle and put it together…..the side of the box said 2-4 years, but we put it together in 51 days!”