Showing posts with label Girls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Girls. Show all posts

Sunday, 30 January 2011

10 Most Common Girls’ Passwords

10 Most Common Girls’ Passwords


Personal security and privacy are issues of extreme sensitivity for women. So its a bit of a mystery that when it comes to passwords, they tend to be really open-minded. Most of them possess supernatural abilities of having their passwords stolen and getting hooked by highly unskilled phishermen. Here are ten reasons why: 1.123456/abcdef/aaaa/1111

This is like delivering a low blow to the whole concept of “password”. Yeah they are really easy to remember but then they are among the very few combination’s that every tom, dick and harry hacker will try before scratching his bottom.
2. password

How exceedingly innovative! Most women will not dare take a hike through the treacherous canyons and crevasses of the brain. Surveys however have unearthed some extremely intellectual anomalies with “password?” being of evolutionary importance.
3. asdf/qwerty

Many shapely, aerobics obsessed women will keep their passwords as consecutive keys of a single row, as research has shown that moving fingers up and down the keyboard will make them witch-like bony.
4. name/nickname

Keeping the name or a nickname as the password is a primordial instinct, with some extremely cautious belladonnas adding the year of birth too. Many will also raise blast walls around their accounts by setting the secret question as “What is my name?” As the first question asked by most women from e-males is “Where did you get my e-mail address”, perhaps they are rapidly realizing the dangers of revealing the password
5. City name/Country name

Another female favorite. Some women move around a bit, changing passwords as they trot. A quick ASL however will provide a malicious contact with all the information. Recently, a patriotic women organization known as the “Ladies of Overt Nationalism” (LOON) has accused the internet of acting against national interest by imposing a minimum length of 6 characters, which deprives them from the password “USA”.
6. Friend’s name

This can be a tricky one for hackers if they don’t know the girl. However the most basic social engineering moves will do it. In case the best friend eloped with her boyfriend, the addition of prefix “fuck” or suffix “bitch” usually does the trick.
7. Phone number/ Address
Moving up the IQ ladder, the passes get progressively complex. However, many women will unwittingly give them out and realize later, when the flowers are not delivered.
8. Favorite personality

Housewife favorites. These can usually be picked up on instant messengers in personal messages like “YOU ARE SO HOT ” or the Now Playing messages. If all this fails, just look at the profile photo.
9. Favorite sports teams

These are common with active, outdoors types. The passwords “arsenal” and “liverpool”, have been widely encountered and are noted for their negligible ill effects on fingers and brain, both for the victim and the perpetrator.

10. Favorite movies
If one was to compare a list of common women’s passwords with a list of the dumbest movies ever made, the amount of positive matches would be staggering. Hackers have realized this long ago and their wordlists usually abound with variants of “gonewiththewind” and “uvegotmail

10 Most Common Girls’ Passwords

Sunday, 26 December 2010

Colorfull Women : Photography

Colorfull Women : Photography

Amazing photography of beautiful girls. Artist is capturing colors with girls which are making a beautiful photos in nature.

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Colorfull Women

Colorfull Women

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Monday, 4 October 2010

The Advantages of Living with a Girl

Living with dudes is cool. You're bros. You share beer, toothbrushes, and the four dishes, two spoons and eight forks. But dudes also take big smelly craps and steal the treat whiskey you've stashed in your sock drawer.


Now, I'm living with one of my best friend's girlfriends. This is about the third time I've lived with one of my buddies' ladies.

I've been known to steal somebody's girlfriend here and there, but never one of my friends' gals. Okay, never one of my true friends' girls. That's not the point.

Living with girls can be cool. Yes, it can suck. Deeply. With teeth.

On some days I have to act as relationship counselor, listen to shoe talk, bash the heads of potential wannabe suitors, or watch crap like Ella Enchanted instead of ninja movies.

But, for the most part, living with girls is awesome.

From time to time, I get invited to go along for girls' night out. Instead of looking like a pimp hanging out with six hot chicks, I look like their gay best friend. And girls' night out isn't nearly as badass as boys' night out, but instead of strippers, alcohol poisoning and felony-level arson, there's always a great selection of snacks.

Then, there's the girl roommate as fashion guide. Because sometimes I dress like this:

KC in a Star Trek t-shirt with an NES laser gun

Now I ask my roomie why shouldn't I get laid while wearing a Star Trek t-shirt, sunglasses at night and the NES Power Glove as I carry a Light Gun?

Well, my feminine flatmate always lays it out there plain and simple: "Girls will think you look stupid." Which is generally what I'm going for. Because, you know, eventually I'll find the big boobied rich lady who's into geeks like me.

Then there's the food. If there are leftovers, I get to eat them. Or, if there is candy, I get to eat it. Then when my roommie wonders where all her goodies went, I just say, "Weren't you on your period the other day?" Then she blames herself for my wrongdoings and buys more candy for me to eat. It's a win/win (for me).

In the same vein, scented candles, oils and shit like that. As long as I mask how loud my farts are, the air in our place is so aromatic, nobody can tell I've been dropping methane bombs that would clear out a stockyard. Also, when I do get girls over at my house, all that nice-smelling crap comes in handy when I want to set the mood for a makey-outey session.

Best of all is the shower. Not the fact that I've got to clean up hairballs. That sucks. But, every time I wash myself (once a week whether I need it or not) I can experiment with girl products.

guess which crap is mine?(My shower: guess what's mine)

I identify my shower stuff by colors. I know my conditioner is green, soap is blue and shampoo is in a white bottle. Don't ask me the brand names or anything else. I just know colors. When I buy new stuff, it takes me a few months to figure out which is which.

But girls have the most amazing shower stuff and gadgets. There's soap with crud in it that feels like you're washing yourself with suntan lotion somebody put sand inside of. Girls have these rocks that are supposed to polish wood, remove gum from your barefeet or something. Best of all, girl-smelling soap. I adore how girls smell after they shower. Now, I get to smell that way. And I don't even have to make a commitment (except sign a lease). Unfortunately, this soap doesn't taste as good as it smells, but I still feel like I just got a knobber in the bathtub for some reason.

There's also some battery-powered thing that looks like an electric toothbrush without the toothbrush, but I haven't figured out how to use that thing. Maybe it's a foot massager?

(What the hell is this thing? Good luck charm for the shower? Maybe a cleaning product like Scrubbing Bubbles? Broken electric toothbrush?)

The Bad Crap About Living with a Female

Cleaning: Some girls are cleaner than boys, some aren't. But either way you're thrust into the "Slob Guy" or "Anal Retentive Clean Weirdo."

Cats: What the fuck is with girls and cats? They're the only acceptable animal to beat mercilessly—besides dudes who still wear Affliction shirts. And I would, if only cats weren't so fast and nimble. At least dogs do entertaining stuff, like eat your boogers and enjoy smelling your farts.

Listening to her bash my friend when she's pissed: I know my mates like to get shitfaced and wear their pants as headbands. I know this irks the women folk—because I have to hear about it constantly.

Hot Friends: Sure girls have hot friends. And sometimes you accidentally bang those hot friends. Then those friends know where you live and always have an excuse to come over. Suck.

Answering Underwear Questions: Sometimes my female flatmates ask me to rate their awesome undies. Which is awesome. But I don't get to do the squeeze test, which sucks. And then I can't really brag about it and say, "I saw this hot chick in her underwear last night. She had the sweetest ass. Oh yeah. That's your girlfriend. Shit. You saw her ass too. Without underwear. Then you banged her."

Period Stuff: I try to pretend this shit doesn't happen. But it does. I usually hope the dog eats all that stuff so I don't have to see it.