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Gmail Invites Giveaway
I have got six (6!) Gmail Invites to give away, so if you’re still looking for a web-based free e-mail address with 1 GB of storage, this is the place. All you have to do to get one, is make me laugh. Timmy O’Toole did, so why wouldn’t you? Where are you waiting for? Post a comment with a funny story, a joke I haven’t heard before, a freaky photo… Anything, really. In fact, it’s not really about the joke; as soon I see you’re doing some effort, you “win”. Don’t forget to leave your email, so I can send you the invite. Remember: there are five invites left, as that Timmy person almost got the first one.
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Once upon a time, there was a family, stupid as hell, with their silly son. He was so silly, people thougt he was sick. He felt very sick about it so he became a prostitute. He earned lots of money. But he didn’t have any friends, because he was so silly he wanted to make friends on the Internet with an e-mail adress. That’s why I ask you to invite ME!
Four invites left :)
just read the Never-Ending Story
“Jerry Pie was namelijk de bezitter van de Stoute Sportschoenen en van de Aaardige Hollandse Klompen. Naargelang zijn doel konden die hem altijd naar zijn bestemming brengen. Omdat revenge op Knappe Pins nemen stout is, trok hij nu dus de Stoute Sportschoenen aan. Aan boord van de Zuipschuit was de situatie enigzins veranderd. Knappe Prins zat in zijn kajuit een beetje betuiterd rekoefeningen te doen met zijn lulletje toen B*tch From Hell binnen kwam. Die dacht natuurlijk dat hij zich zat af te rukken. “O, jij zit je zeker af te rukken als je denkt aan wat je te wachten staat?” zei ze. “Hoe bedoel je,” vroeg Knappe Prins, “wat staat mij dan te wachten?” “Weet je dat nog niet? Wij gaan toch trouwen!” Knappe Prins werd eerst blauw, dan groen, daarna een mengeling van ultraviolet en infrarood en ten slotte nog enkele andere kleuren van de regenboog. Daarna slakte hij een belachelijk gilletje en stormde de kajuit uit het dek op. Nog voor Admiraal Marginaal iets kon brullen over “niet rennen op het dek en zwemvesten dragen” sprong Knappe Prins gillend over boord en zwom er zo snel van weg dat het leek alsof hij een speedboot in zijn reet had. Hij gilde nog steeds toen hij enkle uren later land bereikte. Hij ging rechtdoor totdat hij tegen een palmboom zwom en 3 kokosnoten op zijn kop kreeg en het bewustzijn verloor.
Intussen hadden Sexy kamermeid en Bevallige Madonna Zonder Grote Tieten reeds Niet Aan Zee bereikt en hoorden er dat Knappe Prins aan boord van de Zuipschuit vertrokken was. Ze huurden er een roeibootje en zetten zo de achtervolging voort. Jerry Pie was hen dankzij zijn Stoute Sportschoenen echter sneller af geweest en had 2 uur ervoor Niet Aan Zee bereikt. Woedend als hij was, had hij vergeten stoppen om een boot te nemen en hij marcheerde de Zuipschuit over de zeebodem na. Ook weer dankzij de Stoute Sportschoenen was hij nu de enige die recht op Knappe Prins af ging. B*tch From Hell had intussen haar Hellicopter genomen om zo Knappe Prins te proberen inhalen. Admiraal Marginaal had nu ook al door dat veel mensen grof geld zouden betalen om Knappe Prins te neuken, huwen of in elkaar te slaan en dus zette ook hij samen met Kapitein Krapulleken-Klein en Gabber Zwabber de achtervolging in.”
In English please! :para:
For some reason it has to be English but I’m to lazy to translate it myself so… Babelfish!!!
“Jerry Pie were, as it happens, the owner of the naughty sport shoes and of Aaardige the Dutch shoes. According to its aim were possible which brings him always to its destination. Because revenge on nice Pins take naughty are, he attracted now therefore the naughty sport shoes. To border of the zuipschuit the situation had changed enigzins. Nice prince zat in its saloon a beetje betuiterd rack exercises to do with its lulletje then came in B*tch From Hell. Those thought of course that he zat to withdraw itself. “o, you sit you certainly withdraw if you think of what your to wait state?” she said. “how mean you,” early nice prince, “what stands wait me then?” Weet you that not yet? We will nevertheless marry! Nice prince became firstly blue, then green, afterwards a mixture of ultraviolet and infra-red and finally other colours still some of the rain arc. Afterwards slakte he a ridiculous squeal and stormed the saloon from the dek. Still for admiral Marginaal something could not roar concerning ` to run on the dek and life jackets carry jumped nice prince screaming concerning border and swam there this way fast of gone that seemed as if he rends a speedboot in its had. He gilde still then he enkle hours reached later country. He went rechtdoor until he swam against a palm tree and 3 coconut notes on its head got and the conscience lost. Meanwhile Sexy had not reached kamermeid and bevallige madonna without large tieten already to sea and heard that left nice prince to border of the zuipschuit were. They rented roeibootje and continue this way the pursuit there. Jerry Pie them had been thanks to its naughty sport shoes however more rapidly finished and 2 hours before to sea had reached. Furious if he was, had he forget stoppers take a boat and he marched the zuipschuit concerning the sea floor. Also thanks to the naughty sport shoes he was now the only that right to nice prince finished went. B*tch From Hell had taken its Hellicopter meanwhile to try catch up with this way nice prince. Admiral Marginaal now also already by that many people grof money pay to screw nice prince, marry or in each other to beat and therefore pursued also he with captain Krapulleken-Klein and gabber mop.”
? it’s even funnier now!
That translation is sooooo crappy it’s even funnier indeed :silly: Alright alright :roll: Check your mail :)
Three invites left.
I hope this joke will satisfy you:
Greetings from Germany
Thank you MaThIbUs, I accept that engorgiously :-D:rainbow::):ta::spin:
Two invites left.
Great service MaThIbUs!!!
Thank you very much! :rainbow::silly::spin::ta::)
I kill you, you kill me, we are all a familie!
Litlle Mary took an axe and gived her mother 40 wacks!
After that she looked what she had done she gived her father 41
Cool site, MaThIbUs!
Erm… no. And you didn’t leave an email address. :P
Moo!
(Of course I already have an account, but when have you ever read anything better than “Moo!”?)
Wow Luke, I’d give you 500 invites if I could! :lol:
Two invites left.
Milo: hey, that’s ripped from our exam English!!!
Hoeveel bakstenen moet een konijn opeten om te fluiten als een wortel ?
Oktober, want dat ligt niet in Afrika
wat valt het verst van een boom, een appel of een peer?
een vliegtuig want een brommer heeft geen deuren
wat is het verschil tussen een kuikentje?
wel, de beide pootjes zijn evenlang, vooral het middelste
Het geslachtsdeel van nen impotente Chinees.
uw dikke-teennagel
Er loopt een man door de binnenstad van Antwerpen. Hij ziet op een
gegeven moment in de etalage van een antiquair een bronzen kat staan.
Hij loopt de winkel in en vraagt aan de verkoper wat de kat moet
kosten. De verkoper zegt: “100 euro voor de kat en 100 euro voor het
verhaal”. De man zegt: “doe mij alleen maar de kat”.
Hij loopt met zijn nieuwe aanwinst naar buiten richting zijn auto.
Plotseling hoort hij gemiauw achter zich. Hij kijkt om en ziet zo’n 30
katten achter zich. Bij de auto aangekomen, is het aantal katten al
opgelopen tot 100. Hij stapt in zijn auto en rijdt richting haven.
Daar aangekomen ziet hij dat er al 500 katten meegelopen zijn. Tijdens
het wandelen naar de kade komen er nog steeds katten bij, het zijn er
inmiddels al 1000 en ze komen allemaal dichterbij.
De man raakt een beetje in paniek en gooit de bronzen kat in het water.
Alle katten springen er achteraan en een paar minuten later zijn ze
allemaal verdronken.
De man gaat terug naar de winkel. Binnengekomen zegt de winkelier: “je
komt voor 100 euro zeker het verhaal kopen ?”.
“Nee”, zegt de man, “maar heb je ook een bronzen marokkaan”???
babelfish:
How much barge must eat a rabbit to whistle as a carrot? October, because that does not lie in Africa
what falls most distant of a tree, an apple or a pear? a plane because a brommer has no doors
what is the difference between kuikentje? wel, the two pootjes are evenlang, especially middle
The geslachtsdeel of nen impotente Chinese.
your dikke-teennageldikke-teennagel dikke-teennagel
There a man runs by the binnenstad of Antwerp. He sees a source cat standing at a given moment in the window of an antiquarian. He wears in the shop and asks to the salesman what the cat must cost. The salesman says: “100 euro for the cat and 100 euro for the verhaal”. The man says: “doe me only the kat”. He runs with its new acquisition to outside direction its car. Suddenly he hears gemiauw behind itself. He looks at for and sees zo’n 30 cats behind itself. Arrived at the car, the number of cats has already incurred to 100. he steps in its car and drives direction port. There arrived he sees being that there already 500 cats walked along. During walking to the quay still cats come, it is there meanwhile already 1000 and they approach all. The man panics a beetje and throws the source cat in water. All cats jump there achteraan and a couple minutes later is them all drowned. The man returns to the shop. Come in the tradesman says: “je come buy?” for 100 euro certainly the tale;. “Nee”, does the man say, “maar you have also a source marokkaan”???
Timmy’s story ain’t that sad. He posted the same comment to my site on the same day, which is fine. But he probably should have told you that I already gave him a Gmail invite that same day.
Dionidium: Thanks for telling me! I already had suspicions like that, so I didn’t send him the invite right away—I mailed him first to ask if he didn’t got one in the mean time. I don’t know if he replied already, but he knows where he can put his Gmail Invite now. :shit: :-D
Zanneloon: :lol::lol::lol::lol::lol: Check your email :-D
Two invites left.
Titties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! , really big titties
:spin:
I met a nice looking young man the other day. He had a gorgeous visage, a book on advance Physics tucked beneath his arm, Converse sneakers and a bright blue felt tip pen in his shirt pocket. We discussed his dangerous pen location for a moment and how he was 28, attending Columbia University grad school. I told him about my earlier escapades downtown before we realized that the world is small. We had friends in common. It wasn’t long before we were exchanging digits on the corner of 57th and Madison with fumbling hands broken up by Molly Ringwald styled glances. He hailed a taxi and I floated away thinking—wouldn’t it be nice, just once to date a rich, cute, educated young man? I’m a poor girl myself and the idea, I admit was enticing.
We emailed a few times in the following days. His letters filled with wit, charm and I couldn’t wait to get into those fine expensive jeans he had been wearing. “What a stud!,” I thought to myself before falling off to sleep. During my morning shower, I wondered if it was true that hand size is relefective of dick size? If so, my vibrator was not even close to being an adequate primer for what awaited me.
On the evening of our date, I gussied myself up while trying to remember all the details of my high school Physics classes – dark energy, quarks, diquarks, pentaquarks. I hurried as not be late skimping along to the steps of the met. We were to meet at 7:00pm and it was just turning 6:45 pm. Along the way, I picked up two nectarines and two coffees to go with the joint I promised I would bring him. Ah, to blazed on a spring afternoon…
At 7:10 pm, I was not worried. Lateness I can deal with. I am not a one of those women who adheres strictly to a “code.”
At 7:25 pm, I was annoyed. Had something happened to him?
At 7:35 pm, I’m just frickin’ pissed and furiously smoking the weed up.
At 7:45 pm, feeling on fire, I gather my things and stomp down the stairs of the MET; my five inch heels making dents in the pavement.
At 8:00 pm, I get a call.
“Hello?”
“Yes,” I respond.
“It’s me. I’m—”
He is cut off by a gruff voice. “Son, you need to come with us.”
“One second,” he says. “Listen, I’m terribly sorry. I’ve been—”
Again, the voice says, “Son, you need to hang up that phone.”
“I’m so sorry C. I am being arrested for shopping lifting.”
“What! Are you bullshitting me?” I respond.
“No, no. Here—”
His voice is replaced with the unknown deep sounds of a NY city police officer. “Ma’am, I’m sorry but he’s going to need to come with us. You can collect your boyfriend at the station.”
“Are you there C.? I’m sorry. Can we see each other again?”
The phone goes dead at this point and I am left looking at the receiver in awe, shock for moment before I am consumed with laughter. I laugh all the way back to my home in Brooklyn.
I laugh in the subway, on the street and with the guy who sells me cigarettes at my neighboorhood Deli. He just couldn’t believe it, but I could.
The young man in question called me several times after 24 hour lock-up. Apparently, he was stealing cologne from a Ricky’s Downtown store. You see, he has an establishment problem. He just feels as though it is up to him to make a stand.
Instead of fighting the logic on this one – erm, hello? You are a rich, white, graduate student male who can afford to to taxis while you are in college. Duh! The establishment is made for you – I chose to take the high road. I just laughed into the phone every time he called me to explain his stealing until I finally said, “Look, if I was going to date a guy who was stealing, for christ’s sake, I would date one that didn’t get caught!”
I mean, come on! You just cannot take people like this seriously. What do you think? This is a totally true story. Did I earn the Gmail invite?
Kenneth and C, check your mailboxes.
Alright, I ran out of invites for now. Thank you all for your comments, it has been fun. Keep an eye on this site if you’re still looking for invites—I expect to have more of ‘em soon.
Ooooo! Thank you!
oh my!!!
Thanks MaThIbUs, I really appriciate it :):)
This is just for fun okay?
I present you:
The HOKEY POKEY~!
*Drum roll*
<(','<) v( ',' )v <(','<) *( ',' )* (>'.'<) (>',')> <(^o^)>~(^.^)~The HOKEY POKEY~!
<(','<)v( ',' )v
<(','<)
*( ',' )*
(>'.'<)
(>',')>
<(^o^)>
:lol: wahaa
I like all sorts of Jerry’s (Wijns or not)
The dwugs make’n je leejven keejpo
When you keep that in your head with two bullets as company, you’re dead
Check my site and click on “Frans’ Moppenmagazijn” for new Kermit jokes invented by me and den Bynie. Please invite me when you have a goddamn new invitation…
:spin:
My email is
e at mreks dot netif you thought that was funny…I haven’t got invites at this time Soon, real soon.
Whiiii, I have an invitation, make me cry and you can have it
forgot my name …again…
Whiiii, I have an invitation, make me cry and you can have it
hey….if any 1 has a g-mail invite i need 1 lol il make u laugh and cry….ok the laugh.. thats pretty simple. figure this one out, why do we use bombs to celebrate the day the war ended? and to make you cry picture this: TITTY TWISTERS!!!!!!:lol:
(titty twisters=tepelknijp??:cryl:)
don’t forget your email
infamous lunatic=Bert??
-I always capitalized
;)Plz… if anyone can send me an invite… would really appreciate it… :silly: thanx:spin:
just make me cry and don’t forget your email
dude,
I wanna gmail account, could you plese send an invite.. if you wanna laugh, i’ll tell u a simple love story. hope that brings smile on ur face..
Guy asks: Will you marry me ?
Gal replies: Nope
The guys lived happily ever after this.. :spin:
take care
Raj.
only a blonde newfie:???:
Buddy goes down to da bay parking wit is new girl friend n’ says “ you want to get in the back seat er what?” and she smiles n’ says “no I’d rather sit up front wit you”:spin:
4 comments, 3 made me laugh, 1 didn’t even try, I give up
I’m gonna give it to someone at gmailswap.com, they offered me a postcard from Norway:spin:
Well, even though you don’t have any invites left, I felt like posting this story:-
There was a man, known only as “The Black Knight”, who famously rode around in ye olde times, doing valiant deeds etc. One day he saw a princess, and decided to ask for her hand in marriage.
So he went to the castle, and shouted to the guard, “I am the Black Knight, open the door and let me in!”
“Not the black knight!” came the reply.
“Yes, THE black knight, now let me in!” So the gate opened, and he rode in to meet the king.
“OK, you can marry my daughter on one condition,” said the king. “Fetch me the giant diamond from the green dragon’s cave”. So the Black Knight went and rode around for a bit, until he found the green dragon.
“I am the Black Knight, and I have come for the gian diamond!” he shouted.
“Not THE black night?” enquired the dragon.
“Yes THE black night, can I have the diamond?”
“OK,” replied the green dragon, so the Black Knight rode back to the castle.
“Open the gate! It is the Black Knight!” he demanded.
“Not THE Black Knight?”
“Yes THE Black Knight!”
“OK.”
“Right, now fetch me the giant ruby from the cave of the red dragon,” commanded the king. So the Black Knight rode to the realm of the red dragon, to ask for the ruby.
“This is the Black Knight, and I am here for the giant ruby!” he shouted.
“Not THE Black Knight?”
“Yes THE Black Knight! Can I have the ruby?”
After getting the ruby, he rode back to the castle.
“It is the Black Knight! Open the gate!”
“Not THE Black Knight!” shouted the repetative bridgekeeper.
“Yes, THE Black Knight. Now OPEN IT!!!”
“Right, now, one more thing,” commanded the king to the Black Knight. “Get me the giant emerald from the cave of the yellow dragon”.
So the Black Knight rode off to the cave of the yellow dragon.
“It is the Black Knight! I have come for your emerald! Give it to me!”
“Not THE Black Knight?”
“Yes, THE Black Knight!”
“OK, here it is.” So the Black Knight rode off to the castle.
“Bridgekeeper! Open the door! This is the Black Knight!”
“Not THE Black Knight?”
“Yes, THE Black Knight. Now open it!”
“Alright,” said the king. “You may ask for my daughter’s hand in marriage.”
So the Black Knight ran up the stairs of a tower - not quite the tallest tower - in fact, it was quite low down - the princess had vertigo.
“This is the Black Knight,” he said through the door. “May I have your hand in marriage?”
“Not THE Black Knight?”
“Yes THE Black Knight. May I marry you?”
“No! Fuck off” came the reply.
If you get any more invites, I would greatly appreciate one.
And now, a bonus lateral thinking puzzle, as a kind of epilogue to the Black Knight story.
The king and the Black Knight were walking along a beach. The beach was full of pebbles - black and white ones, no other colour. They were discussing the failed marriage proposal.
“OK,” the king said. “I will force my daughter to marry you. But only if you do one thing. I will put a black pebble and a white pebble into a bag. If you pull out the white one, you get to marry my daughter. But if you pull out the black one, I’ll kill you.”
So the king got a bag. But the Black Knight saw him put in two black pebbles!
How would you avoid being killed?
kill the king:-P
I’m THE Black Knight, I’m so black the black pebble looks white in my hand
Best way to avoid your female partner from getting pregnant: use 2 condoms with a layer of chilly sauce in between. If the outer one breaks, she knows; if the inner one breaks, you know; and well… if both break, everyone knows :-D
er..yes..nice trick:noddie:, has it anithing to do with the Black Knight or are you just trying to get an invite??
Nah, I’ve got an invite.
The answer is…
Pick a pebble out of the bag, then immediately drop it, so quickly that he can’t see the colour. Then say that since the remaining pebble in the bag is black, you must’ve chosen the white one!
So you marry the princess.
plz i need an invite…i’d really appreciate it if you gave me one. I won’t send you fwds or chainletters, i promise :P
emails
link_0082000@yahoo or hotmail
hey if any invite is left than plz email me.. i need it.
When I get some invites, I’ll probably give ‘em to people on here, you seem a semi-nice bunch…
Another thinking puzzle!! You can give the invites to the funniest answers
Hello everyone,
Well I hope someone sees this. Please visit my non spam, non popup, non all that crap site and get yourself a gmail invite.
http://www.arklinux.info
I am looking for comments and if you want a group of invites there is something Original I would like
Kind thanks
Gravity
I am having a GMAIL GIVEAWAY. Go here for it: http://theplaceforitall.com/gmail.htm
I will be posting invites ALL week!!!
I have 9 invites left for gmail. Come to my forum, make some posts, and get an invite. http://www.virtualmadden.com/phpBB2/index.php. Spread the word. PM me in my forum when you’ve posted.
I WOULD LIKE A GMAIL ACCOUNT
I’ve got a few invites left. If you can fulfill one of these you may be able to snag one:
#1 - Sign up my conga lines on my forum (fresh, only 2 posts so far)
#2 - Provide me with a non-registered, steam ready Counter Strike: Condition Zero cd-key (must test before deal)
#3 - Register and make 5, quality, posts in my forum
After you finish one of these PM me in my forum. My forum: http://www.virtualmadden.com/phpBB2/index.php
i hv some invites to give plz write at
atulyogendra@gmail.comIf anybody really wants a Gmail invite you can buy them for $2 from this site:
http://gmail.head-nod.com/
It’s quick and easy, that’s where I got mine!
…or just have some patience and get them for free using the Gmail Invite Spooler.
Please send me one of your gmail invites
thanks
ptlasey at excite dot comHi
I desparately want a gmail account …
I am desparate. ..
please help me ..
Subhro !!
Hi guys,
Today i got some invites and if anyone wants an invite, leave a note in my Blog. Check for the GMail Invites under the Links tab.
Thanks,
FK
My Blog
Hi people.
I have brand new shiny 7 gmail invites to give away. I am from India and I want nothing much other than your phone no in return. Be rest assured that you will receive loads emails from me.
Regards
Ameet B
I’ve got a lot of gmail invites than anyone can imagine, anyone care for one? just go to this site
http://gmailinvitation.com/?refer=boon57
here’s one if you won’t believe me
http://gmail.google.com/gmail/a-dea5dc947d-7279d5fe67-ac641987d4
Email me at
coach0406 at gmail dot comfor an invite… I have six.If anyone is looking for a gmail invite i have made a website that sends you invites. I have an unlimited supply so come check it out! Thanks.
gmailaccountcreator.netfirms.com
~michael
Hey guys, I have 50 Gmail invites left. I need to give them all away. So if anyone is interested in getting one, send me an email at jensengoleco@gmail.com.
To all those still looking for a Gmail account: as of February 2005, you don’t need to be invited in order to be able to register.
I am giving away 25 Gmail invites to the first 25 people who post about one of the blogs at bigblogzoo.com.
kent@generatescape.com
Get free gmail accounts, without the catches: http://isnoop.net/gmail/.
Hey guys!
I found a way to copy one Gmail invite and make another, like duping them. If you want your Gmail invite copy/duped, send your invite to winkillerx@hotmail.com you can send one, two, three, doesn’t matter, remember sending your invites in mass numbers will enable me to make more.
I use invites as a mailbomb, I found a way to send 50 in just a few seconds, anyone interested??
Need a Gmail account? Email me at misterjbot@gmail.com or go to http://freewebs.com/misterjbot/!