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  <title>Black Lions Den</title>
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    <title>w00t my DK kicks ass</title>
    <published>2009-06-16T20:44:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-16T20:44:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.siglaunch.com/sigs/wow/9/6/2/7/7/1096277zgFFC.png" border="0"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_kak:27788</id>
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    <title>65 Questions You've Probably Never Been Asked</title>
    <published>2009-06-10T17:04:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-10T17:04:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know the rules... Copy and paste into a new note. Replace my answers with yours. Tag people, including the person who tagged you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First thing you wash in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you plan outfits?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?&lt;br /&gt;Like a dog locked in a cage thats too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whats the closest thing to you that's red?&lt;br /&gt;My mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?&lt;br /&gt;I was in campbellville with a friend and found out there was a whole other part of the village with steeples and a huge cathedral and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you meet anybody new today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;Cheese whiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you floss?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?&lt;br /&gt;its ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you emotional?&lt;br /&gt;does rage count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever counted to 1,000?&lt;br /&gt;sadly, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?&lt;br /&gt;Lick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like your hair?&lt;br /&gt;depends on the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;see above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?&lt;br /&gt;If he's buyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;the sound of two computers and the echo of a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are your parents strict?&lt;br /&gt;Pffft, they're parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you go sky diving?&lt;br /&gt;is there another choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese?&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever met a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;None that I can think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you rent movies often?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;My moms plastic plant in the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many countries have you visited?&lt;br /&gt;I've been to germany, canada, greece, the states, china... I think thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;no, I was usually the brunt of such pranks till I got good at knowing who it was and scaring the shit out of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ever been on a train?&lt;br /&gt;GO trains count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Brown or white eggs?&lt;br /&gt;Don't really eat eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Do you have a cell-phone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you use chap stick?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Nein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Can you use chop sticks?&lt;br /&gt;yeppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who are you going to be with tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;OH fuck yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;. . . yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Ever have cream puffs?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was the last question you asked?&lt;br /&gt;"Am I just a door mat?" I was stuck for an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite time of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;....No...never... ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk, so we'll go with no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever walked into a wall?&lt;br /&gt;lol yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is your hair curly?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do looks matter?&lt;br /&gt;mhmm they do indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;I hold a grudge for a very, very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your phone bill sky high?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you like your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;sleep requires silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you have good vision?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaaha no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;a fair amount, now ask how often over seas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. The last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* probably lexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;jeans and a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.What is your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;Lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Where was your default picture taken at?&lt;br /&gt;my room, YEARS ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Can you hula hoop?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;no... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What was the most recent thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;gas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;yes</content>
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    <title>Erebus Kane, Solar Swordsman</title>
    <published>2009-04-29T07:08:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-29T07:08:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My finishing move is &lt;b&gt;The Angelic Double Hurricane Strike&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/700/"&gt;Take The  Finishing Move Name Generator today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/"&gt;Name Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_kak:27092</id>
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    <title>Not again...</title>
    <published>2008-09-19T00:03:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-19T00:03:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Damn it all, I never thought though this would happen again... ugh... I feel so pathetically useless.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_kak:26519</id>
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    <title>Rebel Rambler</title>
    <published>2008-07-04T01:09:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-04T01:09:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's 3am and the world's asleep,&lt;br /&gt;as bright-eyed devil's dance the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Reveling in the cool night air,&lt;br /&gt;dark as your silky hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have no words for my tongue is dead,&lt;br /&gt;save for the sweetness you once said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Less than three"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You breathed life in me and took it away again. I'll never forget, Never recover, and never blame you.</content>
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    <title>FFS!</title>
    <published>2008-06-03T05:29:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-03T05:29:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Huzzah for awkward moments! if you wanna know ask...&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Ugh</title>
    <published>2008-01-03T05:15:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-03T05:15:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate this, I was so worried about this that I made it my mission to find her new email and see if she was okay. It took almost a month but I found it, it's just that I'm not so sure how to do this. cuz it would sound horrible to say "well I was thinking out loud about how I hope you're doing okay and the power in my room, JUST my room, went out." needless to say, scared the fuck outta me, but not such a good way to greet someone you haven't spoken to in a while. again... UGH... and help....</content>
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    <title>the_kak @ 2007-10-28T14:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-28T18:24:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-28T18:24:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;form action="http://chaz.bdmonkeys.net/battle.php" method="get"&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="400" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="1" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="color:red;font-family=&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Your Battle Cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbb77" align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="margin:10px;font-family:&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:16px;color:#000;"&gt;&lt;font face="old english text mt,old english text" size="+3"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;o! Who is that, skulking across the tundra! It is &lt;b&gt;Leonoir&lt;/b&gt;, hands clutching a mighty sword! And with a gutteral cry, his voice cometh:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:11px;font-family:&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:18px;color:#000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In the name of malice, I bring darkness and mayhem until my glands are satisfied!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#aaaaaa"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:14px;color:#000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter username: &lt;input type="text" name="usrname" value="Leonoir"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;input type="radio" name="sex" value="f"&gt;a girl, or &lt;input type="radio" name="sex" value="m" checked="checked"&gt;a guy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Submit"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="color:red;font-family:&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;;font-size:12px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;created by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/beatings/"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc00ff" face="times new roman"&gt;beatings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;:&lt;b&gt; powered by &lt;a href="http://www.bdmonkeys.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc00ff" face="times new roman"&gt;monkeys&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>old wounds</title>
    <published>2007-09-23T22:06:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-23T22:06:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What's it been? Two? Three years now? When was the last time I even saw you? But I still remember, the ice-blue color of your eyes. Your midnight black hair, and your oh-so-loud-and-angry gecko waking us up out of a dead sleep. It's sad...&amp;nbsp; The best relationship I've ever been in ended so badly... to the point neither of us expected... or wanted.&amp;nbsp; It's funny too, because I'm pretty sure after what you said that it didn't have to go down like that.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, the past is the past. Till we meet again little zombie-lizard girl.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_kak:24555</id>
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    <title>the_kak @ 2007-07-19T03:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-19T07:59:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-19T07:59:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For the past&amp;nbsp; few months this little orange fox keeps crossing my path over on 3rd side road, anyone around here knows it as the road where the deer AIM for you... it keeps reminding me of Naomi and every time I see the thing it's either jumping over the hood of my car as I drive at madman speeds or at the side of the road walking off slowly while just staring at me...and the weird thing is that I ALWAYS see it, whatever time of day I'm on the road. I guess its den or whatever is nearby but still I find it weird...</content>
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    <title>the_kak @ 2007-05-31T03:33:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-31T07:38:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-31T07:38:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I hate drinking... I get all reminiscent (spelling?) about people and stuff... There are some people I'd kill to see again, I miss them so much.... I should sleep. Hope my british friends are well, I'm thinking of you.</content>
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    <title>Cookin' up a whiskey lullaby...</title>
    <published>2007-03-31T05:43:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-31T05:43:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck.... so I'm drinking myself to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't purposely done this in quite a while, but I had a panic attack tonight... yeah I know, I sound like a total wuss or cry baby... but how would you feel if suddenly, no warning whatsoever, you start freaking out. You lose control over your body and sometimes just start running, running from absolutely nothing, now try imagining that this has been going on since you were small. There has never been a day in my life that I haven't felt this tension in my chest, just this anxious pain that won't go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's been a while since my last attack, well it was till tonight. Ugh... I'm fed up.</content>
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    <title>Holy fucking ow...</title>
    <published>2007-03-23T07:16:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-23T07:16:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Starting going to the gym today as part of my new "get in shape" thing. Every muscle in my body is screaming at me, but you know how when you just finish working out that the muscles are still bulging? Damn, I really gotta keep this up. By my birthday I should be ripped! This might actually be easier then I thought.&amp;nbsp; ANYWAY! Since I'm in utter agony I'm going to sleep and tomorrow The Revenant rides again!!! WOOHOOO!!!</content>
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    <title>Argh!</title>
    <published>2007-02-17T08:41:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-17T08:41:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If this is the part of my life where things are supposed to fall into place and make sense why do I feel like I threw something precious away, lost someone without putting up a fight, and made an utter mess of my whole existence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;*slams head through wall* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Greg, and I am lost/confused/lonely/angry/numb.... all depending on the day.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another drink *slumps to floor*</content>
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    <title>Bad day</title>
    <published>2007-01-16T19:44:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-16T19:44:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My Grandmother died today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she and my grandfather raised me while both my parents were out working to support us all. It's sad because it's so cliche but it's true, the last time I talked to her I said alot of nasty things. I feel rather shit. and slightly spooked because I saw my uncles car outside when I came home and heard crying downstairs. I assumed he had heard the news and was upset, but he and I never got along so I decided to avoid him. after about 10 minutes I thought it was only fair I try and console him. so I was about to go downstairs when the crying stopped and the phone rang. lo' and behold it was my uncle. he was at the hospital with everyone else. he had left his car here. so.... crying... wtf?!?! ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently hiding in office.... plz send a flashlight and blanket that I may more properly feel childish and scared...... and possibly booze...</content>
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    <title>^@#%@(!!!#@</title>
    <published>2007-01-04T00:55:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-04T00:55:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OK! so if you're someone I talk to on a regular basis then you know I'm an idiot and went and chopped off a piece of my thumb. Holy shit I'm a klutz lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seen here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/the_kak/pic/00001dwz/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/the_kak/pic/00001dwz/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ZOMG BLOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, I didn't care hugely as I'm used to doing really dumb shit to myself .........so meh.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>hehe</title>
    <published>2006-12-02T15:11:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-02T15:11:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I thought this was hilarious so I tole it from Jessi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/libertine.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>No more coke before bed....</title>
    <published>2006-11-21T16:11:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-21T16:11:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is a bit of an exhausted rant so if you feel like being entertained for a while &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and dave are going to kill me, I drank a full case of coke last night and have been tweaking out. Which reminds me, White Noise is a fucked up movie. Go rent it or something. Also, I'm really missing people right now. Like I want to go drinking with Naomi, or go bowling with Dia, or go for Dimsum with Matt, or go chill out in Nick's basement with the old MD gang. Which brings me to school, I HATE college. The people are stuck up, back stabbing, socially inept, morons!!!! For example one little monkey went through a Student Union guys laptop because he was chatting with the guys girlfriend... at which point he was nearly thrown out of school since there was sensitive material in there.... IDIOT! I have been feeling better as of late. Gone bowling more recently, blowing up pins is definitely a nice way of venting :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: don't smoke crack.</content>
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    <title>the_kak @ 2006-11-16T10:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-16T15:58:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-16T15:58:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I HATE Vince Vaughn but this looks friggin funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1430665628"&gt;http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1430665628&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>holyf*ckingcrapow</title>
    <published>2006-10-26T23:53:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-26T23:53:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#AABBAA" align="center" style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFEE" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12pt; border: 1px; border-color:AABBAA;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe you are a mosquito, you certainly can't be human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highest pitched ultrasonic mosquito ringtone that I can hear is &lt;a href="http://media.ultrasonic-ringtones.com/tones/21101.mp3"&gt;21.1kHz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCDDCC" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Find out which &lt;a href="http://www.ultrasonic-ringtones.com/"&gt;ringtones&lt;/a&gt; you can hear!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe true but 14.9 was really giving me a headache</content>
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    <title>LOL</title>
    <published>2006-10-24T04:59:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-24T04:59:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A man takes his seat on a plane to Chicago and realizes the woman next to him is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Business trip or vacation?” he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Business,” she replies. “The annual sex convention.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing there?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Giving a lecture about the myths and truths of sexuality,” she answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like what?” asks the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“People think African men are the most endowed, but it’s actually Native American men,” she says. “And another myth is that Frenchmen are the best kissers, when it’s actually men of Jewish descent. Also, a recent survey found that Cajuns are the best lovers of any ethnicity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blushing, the woman adds, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be saying all this. I don’t even know your name.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tonto,” says the man. “Tonto Goldstein. But my friends call me Boudreaux.”</content>
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    <title>the_kak @ 2006-10-12T18:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-12T22:29:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-12T22:32:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Day 2 of the quiet house experiment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that this house will most assuredly explode before the folks get back. As with all things of this nature, we assumed that having the two biggest trouble makers out of the house would let things run more smoothly. We were wrong...*insert horror movie theme* Dead wrong. *crescendo*.....*sudden end of music* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already see this place is going straight to hell, David's going to start failing classes because he stays out so late that he never wakes up in time for school. Steph, Papou, and Yaya are all going to have a simultaneous aneurism. And I.... well I think I'm as fucked up as I'm going to get but I won't be enjoying this at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one person in the house who actually misses my parents. The dog lol. It sounds funny but she's just been moping around, I give her lots of attention when I see her but she tends to hide in my parents room waiting for my mom to get home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a final note, I want this :P &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000AO6LSQ/sr=1-5/qid=1123649825/ref=sr_1_5/104-8698053-3175144?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;n=1036682&amp;s=apparel&amp;v=glance"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000AO6LSQ/sr=1-5/qid=1123649825/ref=sr_1_5/104-8698053-3175144?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;n=1036682&amp;s=apparel&amp;v=glance&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>the_kak @ 2006-10-11T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-12T03:09:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-12T03:12:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know who you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the bad liar: &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this crap, I'm not dumb or oblivious to you, believe me when I say I see right through you. An easy task considering how shallow you really are. Do yourself a favor, quit digging your own grave by lying to me because you suck at it. Considering how bright you are you can be utterly thoughtless, I was wondering what was going through your head when you said that. Now I realise it was an echo of my voice reverberating in your vacant skull. Tard. You were never that close to me but your ignorance is like a plague spreading all around me. Stupidity -IS- painful.... just not to stupid people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the walking headache: &lt;br /&gt;I just don't get you, you're more obsessed than anyone I've ever met. You seem to be devoid of morality, not to mention a grasp of reality. No matter how many times I say "NO" you always, for some inexplicable reason, think that I mean "not yet". No (ironically) means No! So get a grip, and get a life. I'm tired of hearing you hint at shit or insinuate, you're more of a nuissence than anything. I don't hate you.... but keep going and I may still get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Wet Blanket:&lt;br /&gt;Grow up.....shit happens, get over it. As I'm so often reminded by more people then I'd care to recount, "That's Life". That's about the best advice I can give you, and the last of it as well. Go sponge off someone else...... no seriously.... that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!! Since these people have become such a reoccuring pain in my ass I'm doing something about it. It's a little game I like to call Open Season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is open to anyone that knows me, the game is thus. Three names, you give me the names of three people that I know that you think fit the bill of these tards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep you guys from gettin in shit I want you to msg me your answers, but be warned the winner has their answers posted by me ;) spartan_7ca@hotmail.com is my email if you don't have it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The person who has all (or the most) correct answers wins. There are 3 prizes to be given away, all of which will be given in the form of baked goods. Don't worry Jessi, I didn't bake them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment the contest is open until..oh...I dunno... Let's say the 18th. You have one week ladies and germs, GOOD LUCK!</content>
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    <title>Crap</title>
    <published>2006-10-06T14:04:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-06T14:04:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">At 6 am this morning I checked my laptop only to discover it crashed overnight, corrupting my presentation for this morning. UGH. I booked my butt down to the school (after quickly getting snazzied up for the presentation) to tell the group to get in gear that we had to do a quick fix. We managed to get the presentation off without too bad a hitch ( mostly due to this lovely &lt;a href="http://microsoft.blognewschannel.com/index.php/archives/2005/11/22/banned-xbox-360-ad-best-ad-ever/"&gt;http://microsoft.blognewschannel.com/index.php/archives/2005/11/22/banned-xbox-360-ad-best-ad-ever/&lt;/a&gt;). I'm supposed to be out drinking with my brother and Jessi tonight, tho I'd rather it were just me and Jess. I like doing nothin' with her. It's odd, I used to hate just sitting in her room chilling and watching her chat with ppl and now that's all I really want to do anymore. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm so bloody hungry... anyone wanna buy me a sammich?</content>
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    <title>Drink fault-finding guide</title>
    <published>2006-09-29T15:05:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-29T15:05:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A solution to all of your drinking troubles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Drinking fails to give satisfaction and taste; shirt front is wet.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: Mouth not open or glass being applied to wrong part of face.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Buy another pint and practice in front of a mirror. Continue with as many pints as necessary until drinking technique is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Drinking fails to give satisfaction and taste; beer unusually pale and clear.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: Glass is empty.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Find someone who will buy you another pint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Feet cold and wet.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: Glass being held at incorrect angle.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Turn glass so that open end is pointing at ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Feet warm and wet.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: Loss of self-control.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Go and stand beside nearest dog - After a while complain to its owner about its lack of house training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Bar blurred.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: You are looking through the bottom of your empty glass.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Find someone who will buy you another pint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Bar swaying.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: Air turbulence unusually high - maybe due to darts match in progress.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Insert broom handle down back of jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Bar moving.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: You are being carried out.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Find out if you are being taken to another bar - if not complain loudly that you are being hi-jacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: The opposite wall is covered in ceiling tiles and has a fluorescent strip across it.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: You have fallen over backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: If glass is still full, and no one is standing on your drinking arm, stay put. If not, get someone to lift you up and lash you to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Everything has gone dim and you have a mouth full of teeth and dog-ends.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: You have fallen over forwards.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Same as for falling over backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: You have woken up to find your bed cold, hard and wet. You cannot see your bedroom walls or ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: You have spent the night in the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Check your watch to see if its opening time - if not treat yourself to a lie in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Everything has gone dim.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: The pub is closing.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Panic.</content>
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