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This is just an amazing video. If european soccer hooligans were doing this instead of bashing each other the world would be a bit better place.

South korea: boys cheering for their soccer teams. the most amazing thing is that they do this with their CLOTHES (not holding up cards). they have a jacket that is one color on the back, one on the front, and that they can open or close to show a third color shirt on the inside. One school has also figured out how to use their pants to make shading.

http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=453_1191345802

I really laughed my ass off when I saw this Japanese "human terisw" show on youtube!

Cats digging their music

http://www.2fingerjester.com/cats.htm

Ever wanted to have your own dog but you are allergic, or maybey you have your own dog but you want to be listen at this time? Try your own virtual doggie.

Try commands like sneeze, achoo, roll over, sit, bark, jump, fetch, play dead, spin, vogue. See what else you can get her to do

http://www.idodogtricks.com/index_flash.html

Het blijkt dat voor veel dure 0900 nummers die bedrijven gebruiken om hun kas te spekken ook lokale nummers beschikbaar zijn.

De site http://vraagalex.nl geeft hier een mooi overzicht van

Dog's Diary VS Cat's Diary

The Dog's Diary:

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

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The Cat's Diary:

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Basterds!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.

The funniest April 1st joke i came across:

http://www.engadget.com/2007/04/01/art-lebedevs-vilcus-dactyloadapter/