<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494</id><updated>2009-02-21T02:47:33.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A gun, a girl, and a plan</title><subtitle type='html'>The american public is to obsessed with tv and mind numbing distraction that they havent noticed that the government is slowly becoming more and more of a cluster fuck every day and that we are quickly blurring the lines of seperation between church and state while simultaneously dienfranchising anyone who is not "american"...so im here to try and point that out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-115153057808972113</id><published>2006-06-28T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:38:11.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disregard that</title><content type='html'>so just disregard any post from before this date (except for the government one). For my second post about how much i hate politics i would like to say just one thing.Every person living in the United States at this moment should see the movie V for Vendetta. Although it is obviously a leftist fueled movie it is sadly very true today. The government is slowly taking away our freedoms by distracting us with fear. This in itself wouldnt be bad if people would take a second to notice. But we are way too doped up on distractions from life to care. We can no longer rely on the press to expose government shortcomings because the Bush administration has used the press to help his fear-mongering (excuse the use of an overused phrase). So just go see V for Vendetta and pay attention to the lesson and learn from it or else WE WILL end up just like Britain in the movie; our every movement monitored and controlled by the goverment "for our own good". wake up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-115153057808972113?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/115153057808972113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=115153057808972113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/115153057808972113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/115153057808972113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2006/06/disregard-that.html' title='Disregard that'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-114307155322699919</id><published>2006-03-22T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:52:33.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>government</title><content type='html'>I have figured out the problem with America today. The governement doesn not fear its people anymore; it is run by the will of big business and not by what is best for the people. The war in Iraq is not about freedom it is about oil so that the US oil companies can control the worlds supply and the governement can make money off of it. The war in Iraq is not about freedom; it is about giving Jp Halliburton an excuse to produce millions of dollars of goods. We should not argue that peace should come and pull out of Iraq because we are committed. We have already lost the love of one half of the world, and cannot lose another. The government has succeeded in creating the least intelligent generation through the medium of television. People are more concerned about who will get kicked off the next American Idol than who they will elect to make descisions for them for the next four years. The seperation of church and state is more like a small gap, and dont give me bullshit about how our founding fathers based the government on Christian ideals. The founders wanted a government by the people, for the people wether the people were Jews, Muslims, Or anything else. If you want proof; the word goddam must now be bleeped out on TV, whereas we can hear bitch and ass all we want. As long as the american public is this apathetic, our government will make as many horrible descisions as they want; just like this one-whether the government be republican (which only cares about big business and catholicism) or democrat (who are so liberal that they would allow stanists to display dead bodies during the holidays if they complained enough).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-114307155322699919?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/114307155322699919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=114307155322699919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/114307155322699919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/114307155322699919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2006/03/government.html' title='government'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-113304282010586489</id><published>2005-11-26T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T17:07:00.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>storytime</title><content type='html'>since i haven't updated in awhile i thought i would begin by telling a story with a little trivia in it. so this guy walks into a bar and sits down and orders a beer. when the bartender delivers the refreshment this man leans over with a proposition for the bartender. the man points to a glass about ten feet down the bar and bets the bartender $300 that he can piss in it without spilling a drop from ten feet away. The bartender, thinking of course that the deed is impossible readily agrees to the bet and then stands back to watch the spectacle. the man whips his thing out and starts to piss everywhere, he hits the bar, the seats, the beer, and even the bartender himself without even gettin a drop into the glass ten feet down the bar. the bartender, now drenched in piss, chuckles with laughter and demands his money from the man. the man tells the bartender to hang on for just a second; he would be right back. The bartender is now smiling at the thought of the $300 he just made. The man walks over to the pool table in the back of the bar, converses with the men playing there, and heads back to the bar. The man then gives the bartender the $300 happily. The bartender asks the man what he is so happy about because he just pissed everywhere and lost $300. The man turns to the bartender and says "I just bet those men over there $500 EACH that i could piss all over your bar, your beer, and you; and not only would you not be mad...you would be happy about it." the man then got up and left the bar leaving the stunned bartender in a sour mood. First one to tell me what movie that is from gets a special gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-113304282010586489?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/113304282010586489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=113304282010586489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/113304282010586489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/113304282010586489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/11/storytime.html' title='storytime'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-112058725432403330</id><published>2005-07-05T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:16:50.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont get it</title><content type='html'>i dont get vegans/vegetarians. people have canines cause were designed to eat meat. also if we werent, then why did every ancient culture kill animals to feed themselves? if they could have survived on grains and berries they would have, because hunting was not always rewarding or safe. also i dont get evolution deniers (i cant spell that). seriously there is evidence of evolution. sure, god could have created life (which i believe) but he didnt create it as we know today, he probably just provided the means or jus watched his creations grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-112058725432403330?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/112058725432403330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=112058725432403330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/112058725432403330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/112058725432403330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dont-get-it.html' title='i dont get it'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111714365275437090</id><published>2005-05-26T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T17:40:52.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bitches</title><content type='html'>so most of you guys dont ever update anymore, so if you note, you have been removed from the links section....also you suck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111714365275437090?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111714365275437090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111714365275437090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111714365275437090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111714365275437090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/05/bitches.html' title='bitches'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111637459911867729</id><published>2005-05-17T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:03:19.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sonnet</title><content type='html'>so me and adam (parison type) were discussing essays we wrote freshman year, not serious essays, historical satires. on my jounrey to rediscover mine, i found a sonnet i also wrote freshman year, and so im goanna post that cause i cant find my essay down here aqnd i dont feel like looking in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fly around on my wings of steel&lt;br /&gt;I always feel free like the great bird of prey&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of the speed, I can't even feel&lt;br /&gt;the pain of the hits. I'm just here to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The droplets of sweat rolling down my face&lt;br /&gt;The agony of a crushing check&lt;br /&gt;I am a competitor in this race&lt;br /&gt;Where the opponents trip, slash, and deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sport, no no sport, its a religion&lt;br /&gt;An early morning ritual for this&lt;br /&gt;player. The cold rink an infusion&lt;br /&gt;of chills into my awakening senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this lonely hockey player; hockey&lt;br /&gt;is life, the rest is just details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was pretty good, seeing it again for the first time since freshman year, cept for the second stanza, ill hafta work on that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111637459911867729?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111637459911867729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111637459911867729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111637459911867729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111637459911867729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/05/sonnet.html' title='sonnet'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111447574304519864</id><published>2005-04-25T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:35:43.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when june ends</title><content type='html'>this post actually has nothing to do with june (notice title), but i was listening to green day at the time, yeh. so pretty much i almost got shot by casey ciolfi today, which was fun, if you guys (adam and pete ) were paying attention to our little discussion, i think like i pretty much just set off a bomb, but yeh it was fun, while at the same time being horrifying, woooo, now i have to write my walden essay, boooo, i think i may jus like not.......yeh. also, everyone was in hitler youth during the 30/40s, its not like the pope knew what he was doing, the germans loved hitler. and all these "lay" christians are not true catholics by definition (not that im a good one), you cant really just change a religion, fyi, and its not a democracy, and the pope only cares about true followers, and its supposed to be hard, thats why its called faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111447574304519864?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111447574304519864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111447574304519864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111447574304519864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111447574304519864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/04/wake-me-up-when-june-ends.html' title='wake me up when june ends'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111418947551328204</id><published>2005-04-22T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:04:35.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ammendments and what not...</title><content type='html'>Ammendment I&lt;br /&gt;This is how we spell ammendment now&lt;br /&gt;Ammendment II&lt;br /&gt;It is herby thusly therefore decreed and ordained that for one to enter into the Sacred Union of the Awesomeness of Wannahukalugie, just sign the firggen articles. Subsection I: AS soon as you immigrate you are automatically registered to vote a recieve free issues of YOUR GOVERNMENT WEEKLY&lt;br /&gt;Ammendment III&lt;br /&gt;The Government is herby decreed to be forevermore spelt with a capitol G. The Government is a triumverate made up of dictated successors, but must at all times include a Jew, an Irishman, and a Czech. It cannot include; squirlles, manly women, unclean men, or prostitutes (excepting Pamela Anderson and/or Jenna Jameson). The triumverate serves until each member has reached 70, and then retires appointing an appropriate successor. The triumverate will be overseen by an elected divine Councillor.&lt;br /&gt;Ammendment IV&lt;br /&gt;Kids Rule! No abandoning, killing, and/or abusing your child and/or children and/or ever.&lt;br /&gt;Ammendment V&lt;br /&gt;Anything the triumverate spells wrongs is henceforth the correct spelling, therefore Ammendment I is now null and void.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111418947551328204?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111418947551328204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111418947551328204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111418947551328204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111418947551328204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/04/ammendments-and-what-not.html' title='Ammendments and what not...'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111344076605220561</id><published>2005-04-13T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:06:06.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Articles of Wannahukalugie</title><content type='html'>The articles of the utopian society of Wannahukalugie aas created by me, Adam B, Rachael B, and John D.&lt;br /&gt;Preamble&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning of time man has prophesized the coming of a savior. Wannahukalugie is that savior. We believe that it is the right of all men and women to live free and prosper. All we ask is that our citizens abide by these simple laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article the First&lt;br /&gt;Eye for an Eye-abusive government officials get thrown in the volcano...sorry&lt;br /&gt;Article the Second&lt;br /&gt;Take only what you need to live comfortable and care for our island utopia&lt;br /&gt;Article the Third&lt;br /&gt;Government controls wealth, trade, and citizenship&lt;br /&gt;Article the Fourth&lt;br /&gt;Ten Commandments (do not omit)&lt;br /&gt;Article the Fifth&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of religion, speech, and thought (notice no freedom of sight, government tells you what you saw)&lt;br /&gt;Article the Sixth&lt;br /&gt;This is not an article&lt;br /&gt;Article the Seventh&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of immigration (as long as you're approved) and emmigration (notice our use of good grammar, we know the difference between emmigration and immigration...that's why we're the rulers and you're the ruled)&lt;br /&gt;Article the Eighth&lt;br /&gt;This is heaven&lt;br /&gt;Atricle the Ninth&lt;br /&gt;see arthicle the sixth&lt;br /&gt;Subsection 22.1b: even the surfer colony must contribute to our society, don't ask us how, we gave you the freedom of thought.&lt;br /&gt;Article the Tenth&lt;br /&gt;Government cannot be overthrown, militia takes care of discipline, overseen by the trinity, remember we're watching you (see Ammendment III)&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly your government,&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Doherty Adam Bartman Rachael Brill John Doskocil&lt;br /&gt;(to become a citizen you must sign the articles, here follow only a few signatures, typed, not the original signatures)&lt;br /&gt;Queen Gertie,  Indiana Jones,  John Hancock,  Jerry Bruckheimer,&lt;br /&gt;Elvis,  Michael Jordan,  Fitty Cent,  Jesus Fish,  Captain Planet,  Sun Tzu,&lt;br /&gt;John-Jacob Jingleheimer Schmitt , Trogdor the Burninator,  John Doe,&lt;br /&gt;Darth Vader,  Wu-Tang Clan,  Black Betty, Your Mom,   , Jesus  ,Mohammed, Buddah,  Snap, Crackle, and Pop  ,Govna'h Paddington  ,GOD (including but not limited to: Yaweh, Allah, Shiva, Jehova, etc) ,Blook the Alien,&lt;br /&gt;Neo , Phil "Lefty" Mickleson,  Steven Tyler,  Peter, Paul, and Mary  ,Bingo the Dog, Benicio Del Toro, Zoro, Raphael (the ninja turtle), Michaelangelo (the painter) 110010101010110110101010111010101011010 &lt;-Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;coming soon: the ammendments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111344076605220561?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111344076605220561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111344076605220561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111344076605220561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111344076605220561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/04/articles-of-wannahukalugie.html' title='Articles of Wannahukalugie'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111326365925835580</id><published>2005-04-11T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:54:19.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>joke</title><content type='html'>so my bro had a good pun today...he was rapping and i told him he was white and he said he was an uhoh oreo...white on the outside, black on the inside. anyway just thought id share that. sin city rules! woot to violence, jess didnt like it much but hey. bartman..when i was talkin bout the god in the pledge thing, i was more talkin bout how ppl take too much offense at such little things, but i still think we should keep God. srry ive been updating soo much, i guess i actually have been thinkin bout a lot of stuff lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn the music up in the heaphones&lt;br /&gt;you can go ahead and brush those shoulders off&lt;br /&gt;i got you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111326365925835580?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111326365925835580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111326365925835580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111326365925835580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111326365925835580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/04/joke.html' title='joke'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111307560294356753</id><published>2005-04-09T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:40:02.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pohlice</title><content type='html'>so after 42nd street (which was great, even though im not usually a big fan of musicals) a few of us went down to friendlys, then spontaneously decided to head to rice and chill while eating our ice cream. it was a good time, all hangin out on top of my car, listening to pink floyd, watchin the stars. it was the kind of night that makes memories, then the pohlice showed up (yes i am aware im spelling it wrong) now, its not like we were doing anything wrong, at all, but this cop decided to be tough. he got all bitchy at us, i hate that cop. mark got very sketched out, he ran, although i dont know why, but he did. mark got in his car, started it up and was leaving as the cop was coming around the corner, but mark was heading twoards the cop and was forced to stop. that could have been why the cop was soo bitchy, but he really had no reason to, i hate that cop, we were having good (clean) fun and he had to ruin it for us, boo to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111307560294356753?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111307560294356753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111307560294356753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111307560294356753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111307560294356753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/04/pohlice.html' title='pohlice'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111257949534201828</id><published>2005-04-03T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:51:35.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>open your eyes</title><content type='html'>our generation is messed up. like seriously, no other generation has had a higher suicide rate, since when is killing yourself better than living life? since when are drugs, alcohol, and sex a way of escape from reality? since when is it ok to have a child at 15, and then die at 21? no one experiences life anymore, were all blinded by the television and the drugs that our parents put us on to make us act grown up, these kids are like fucking 5 years old, theyre supposed to have energy. since when are we so afraid of religion and God (any God, who cares which one you believe in) that we cannot mention His or Her name in a pledge, or say a quick prayer before a game. Since when are we so concerned about not offending people, that we take away traditions that were part of everyones childhood except ours, since when are we so scared that our nation wakes up in fear every morning of another terrorist attack, were so scared that we poured billions of dollars into an new government agency when we could just educate the ignorant, and console the grieving. since when are we so fucking apathetic that only half of registered voters ever get up to vote for the people who make descisions in our country. since when is it fucking ok to start demanding more school and work on an already overstressed population. since when is it ok to start a war in a country for oil when our economy sucks, when we could spend that money researching fuel cell cars, when we could spend that money on paying companies to keep jobs in the US and not outsource. why do half of all married couples divorce? since when is censorship so great that our younger siblings do not even know what a troubled era they are growing up in, many dont even know what a terrorist is because they are so sheltered in their middle class suburbian homes. since when does that media control our lives so greatly that individuals develop an opinion based on a single news report, which in all cases has a political swing because the politicians do not care about the population anymore, they care about saving their own asses and furthering their political career. since when are the democrats so liberal and the republicans so conservative that people vote based on their views of one single issue. since when is it not okay to express the religious principles that our country was founded on. no one even fucking cares, our hypocrite parents are handing over a fucking mess to us, that we will not be able to fix because no one cares enough, they wont even lleave us enough social security to support ourselves when were old and weak. but why the hell should i care, im just a sheltered middle class suburbanite, its not like i walk alone, or mabye i do, our generation needs to open its eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111257949534201828?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111257949534201828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111257949534201828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111257949534201828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111257949534201828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/04/open-your-eyes.html' title='open your eyes'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111231226209317535</id><published>2005-03-31T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T18:37:42.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>livejournal</title><content type='html'>so no offense to kim and jenny (even though she has a blog) but this is all you guys ever say right here:&lt;br /&gt;i love running...running is fun...i went on a run today and it was magical...like seriously you guys dont know...ow my knees....and back...but like it was just a great experience...and reggie and meets and weismanning and i love running lalala. stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111231226209317535?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111231226209317535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111231226209317535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111231226209317535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111231226209317535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/03/livejournal.html' title='livejournal'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111144971464706145</id><published>2005-03-21T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:01:54.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>ok well i have found a partial new passion in life...music...it just touches somewhere that i cant explain, and not like all that pop shit, like real music, classic, rock, blues its just awesome when you hear a great song...so ill prolly start guitar lessons to give me something to do in the spring, plus every girl thinks john mayeris wic ked hott, so i figure playin guitar cant hurt. also if you want an example of how rock and rap can be fused into a good song, because most crossovers suck (ie eminem and aerosmith, jay-z and linkin park, etc) listen to Sum 41 and Ludacris doing Get Back, great rock/rap, anyways thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111144971464706145?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111144971464706145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111144971464706145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111144971464706145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111144971464706145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111126897668876786</id><published>2005-03-19T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T16:49:36.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i actually have nothing to talk about, i dont know, but my life feels incomplete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111126897668876786?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111126897668876786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111126897668876786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111126897668876786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111126897668876786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-actually-have-nothing-to-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111024574349370124</id><published>2005-03-07T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:35:43.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ode</title><content type='html'>Ode to my sucky compter&lt;br /&gt;o computer if only words could describe how sucky art thee&lt;br /&gt;your constant viruses and popups fill me with glee&lt;br /&gt;when i buy $200 ipod and cant put music on it&lt;br /&gt;well sometimes i just want to burn you, dammit&lt;br /&gt;you have frozen for the millionth time today&lt;br /&gt;why cant you play my games without delay&lt;br /&gt;and would it kill you to at least&lt;br /&gt;produce a clear image upon the screen, without any yeast?&lt;br /&gt;and your firewall doesnt seem like a tough quest to me&lt;br /&gt;i would happily hack it and leave you free&lt;br /&gt;to angry viruses and enlarging emails that encourage&lt;br /&gt;porn and cheap perscription for me and my entourage&lt;br /&gt;On my computer&lt;br /&gt;your suckiness has cause me to come up with many consensi about you&lt;br /&gt;most of which make me want to poo&lt;br /&gt;on you&lt;br /&gt;and throw goo&lt;br /&gt;and floo?&lt;br /&gt;too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111024574349370124?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111024574349370124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111024574349370124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111024574349370124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111024574349370124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/03/ode.html' title='ode'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110937060935265771</id><published>2005-02-25T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T17:30:09.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was listening to Holiday on the new green day cd, and i was thinking wow this really makes me feel like the world is messed up (which it is for those of you who dont know). so listen to it. also i think bush shouldnt critcize russia cause at least it is a demi-democracy, plus we need their oil, yeh....oil...black gold....the substance which cripples our economy etc...we really should be less dependent on that stuff...hmm if i invented some sort of cell that ran on hydrogen and oxygen and put it in a car....id be rich...so i wonder why the person who did doesnt make it more efficient and do that....hmm mabye the automobile and oil companies pay them to keep that technology on the dl....hmmm. also who wants to be my date to prom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110937060935265771?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110937060935265771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110937060935265771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110937060935265771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110937060935265771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-i-was-listening-to-holiday-on-new.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110798219955302841</id><published>2005-02-09T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T15:49:59.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>republican</title><content type='html'>i think that i may have to go republican on your asses, because in the words of ben franklin "too much liberty creates more bondage." and because some of my views/ideals of democracy are more republican then democratic. but in no way do i support the bush administration, especially condoleeza rice who is singlehandedly destroying our relations with any foreign country that we do not control or that is not in deep debt to us (britain, france, the rest of eastern europe, oh wait everyone but britain forgot that) i give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110798219955302841?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110798219955302841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110798219955302841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110798219955302841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110798219955302841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/02/republican.html' title='republican'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110766072025896780</id><published>2005-02-05T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:32:00.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>condoleeza</title><content type='html'>somebaody fucking shoot fucking condoleeza rice, she s going to fuck up what is left of our realtions with like half of europe. who the hell made her fucking secretary of the fucking state? oh yeh bush, she should not be our chief diplomat, the us has to realize we cant fucking dictate to the world and keep being so ignorant about other people. fuck this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110766072025896780?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110766072025896780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110766072025896780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110766072025896780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110766072025896780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/02/condoleeza.html' title='condoleeza'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110675659553619441</id><published>2005-01-26T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T11:23:15.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow dfay</title><content type='html'>i love snow days, although it seems we should have has one on monday and not today, but anyway now i have to put off myquest to tak eover cana- o ive said tooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110675659553619441?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110675659553619441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110675659553619441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110675659553619441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110675659553619441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/01/snow-dfay.html' title='snow dfay'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110643861330765976</id><published>2005-01-22T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T19:03:33.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>midterms</title><content type='html'>midterms/finals are finally over!!! not that they were actually too hard, but hey, its cool. plastic and silicon smells bad when it burns/fries. green day is awesome!!! my sister thought that they spoke english with a funny accent in india. talk about a typical ignorant person. guess i should shun her, which wont be hard cause i do anyway. also rachael (starbard) i must speak with you on monday. ok peace out for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110643861330765976?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110643861330765976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110643861330765976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110643861330765976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110643861330765976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/01/midterms.html' title='midterms'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110462941910918994</id><published>2005-01-01T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:30:19.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate</title><content type='html'>this is what i hate: when certain guys think that they are the shit, except theyre not and no one like them, but they act like they dont care that no one likes them, even the girls that they hit on, plus these guys need to own up to their actions and mabye try thinking with their brains outside of the classroom. also they need to take a hint when they are being too immature or too horny for anyone to care or want to be around them anymore, seriously if some kids that i happen to know keep up their shit they may want to watch out because i will fuck them up, or at least fight them, although thats the dumb way to solve problems so i may not do that, but they will have to live with the fact that no one likes the way they act except narrow minded guys and /or sluts or girls who fall for their "caring and funny" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note i have resolved this year to make no more resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110462941910918994?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110375168605083106</id><published>2004-12-22T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T20:28:07.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>su gato es larga</title><content type='html'>She was standing on a corner, in a quiet snowfall, looking very small in a very large city. Across from her was an old city bar, the kind that only the lost seemed to know how to find. The patrons of this establishment rarely looked up from their drinks and so seemed not to notice the young woman.&lt;br /&gt;Now the bartender of the bar had been working in there longer than anyone could remember. He believed in nothing except his bar and his cash register. He had never married, never took a vacation and as a matter of fact, had never been seen out from behind his counter by most of his patrons. He was there when they arrived and he was still there when they left. He gave no credit and for seventy-five cents, served shots of un-watered whiskey to people who used their drinks like a moat around their lives. For them, he provided a safe, unchanging world.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the door opene wide and into this world walked a small child. The bartender could not remember the last time that a child had been in this place, but before he could ask the child what he was doing there, the child asked him if he knew that there was a girl outside their door who could not get home. Glancing out the window, he saw the girls standing across the street. turning back to the child the bartender asked him how he knew this. The child replied "That on this night of all nights, if one could be home, they'd be already there."&lt;br /&gt;The bartender looked back twoard the young woman as he reflected on what the child has said. After several seconds of thought, he slowly went over to the cash register and removing most of the money, came out from behind the bar and followed the child across the street.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the bar watched as he spoke with the girl. After a few moments, he called over a cab, put the girl inside and told the driver: "JFK airport" AS the cab pulled away, he looked around for the child, but the child was gone. And what was stranger still, even though his own tracks leading from the bar were still clearly marked in the snow, the child's were nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;returning back inside, he asked if anyone had seen where the child had gone, but like himself, no one had, for they also had been watching the departing cab. And then, some would later say that the most miraculous thing of all happened, when for the rest of the night, no one paid for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, the angel returned back to heaven and placed in the Lord's hand, the wish of a soul for the happiness of another. And as the heavenly host looked on, the Lord smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends is what Christmas is all about. Not the fancy presents, or the commercialism, or Santa Claus. It is about rembering who is truly special to us in our lives and wishing for the happiness of others. Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110375168605083106?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110375168605083106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110375168605083106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110375168605083106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110375168605083106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/12/su-gato-es-larga.html' title='su gato es larga'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110347187371998941</id><published>2004-12-19T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T10:57:53.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El maiz esta muriendo!!!!</title><content type='html'>It was Christmas Eve and the Lord looked down from above at all His children. It had been nearly 2,000 years since the birth of His son and turning to His youngest angel the Lord said"Go down to earth and bring back to me the one thing that best represents everything good that has been done in the name of this day."&lt;br /&gt;The angel bowed to the Lord and spreading his wings, descended from heaven to the world of man, all the while contemplating his mission. So much had been done in the name of hnoring the brith of Christ. For this day, wars had temporarily ceased, cathedrals had been built, and great novels written. With so little time, what could he possibly find to represent all this?&lt;br /&gt;As he soared above the earth, he suddenly heard the sound of church bells below. Their tone was so beautiful that they reminded him of the voice of God.&lt;br /&gt;Looking down, he saw a small church whose bells were ringing out the carol, Silent Night. As the final note died away, it was replaced by on elone voie singing inside the church. It was shortly joined by a second voice that embraced the first in perfect harmony, and then another and another until a choir of voices rose through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted by the magic of what he was hearing, the angel found himself listening until the song was finished. As he resumed his flight through the night, he was delighted to hear these sounds everywhere, from the largest cities to the smallest villages. He heard melodies from massive orchestras, and in the voices of single soilders alone at their post. And any place he heard these songs, he found hope in the hearts of men.&lt;br /&gt;Grasping the song out of the air, he held it in his hand (angels are able to do this) and thought that mabye these songs could be the one thing that best represented Christmas. They seemed to give voice to man's greatest joys as well as hope to those deepest in despair/&lt;br /&gt;But, though at first glance it appeared to be the answer he sought, his heart told him that this music alone was not enough. There had to be something more. So, he continued his flight through the night until he sudenly felt the touch of a father's prayer on its way to heaven. Once again looking downward, he saw a man who was praying for his child whom he had not hear from in a long time and who would not be home that Christmas. Seizing upon the prayer, the angel followed it until it reached the lost child......to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110347187371998941?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110347187371998941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110347187371998941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110347187371998941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110347187371998941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/12/el-maiz-esta-muriendo.html' title='El maiz esta muriendo!!!!'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110299305347878784</id><published>2004-12-13T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T22:08:25.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>leg warmers continued (as if they needed to be)</title><content type='html'>ok well umm i guess ill touch on this subject of 'fashion' 'conscious' people. (notice the two seperate quotation marks indicating my dislike of ethier of those words, or the phrase in general. umm well i was goanna leave this as a comment in petes blog but it got long. first off, all these people that talk about being fashion conscious and whatnot are really just idiots. the stuff that fashion companies sell to you guys is not actually that fashionable. seriously leg warmers=devil. but yeh, fashion companies are advertising things, and the weak minded sheep that follow their magazines are just pouring money into their sweatshops and such. fashion companies advertize a product, and those fashion conscious people out there believe that this is the new trend. its actually just genius advertising. by gettin a lot of people to believe that this is the new trend then they create the trend because everyone goes out and spends ridiculous amounts of money on clothes that make you look like you are going to the gym to workout in the 80s. also a high percentage of the population does not wear the 'in' clothes, because they realize that &lt;strong&gt;they dont&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;look good&lt;/strong&gt;. also by spending your $100 on purses and $80 on sweatshirts you are essentially contributing to slave labor and an executives million dollar hoe trophy wife. personally, i have never even set foot in abercrombie, or gap, etc and dont plan to. PAC SUN ALL THE WAY. wear whats comfortable , not fashionable, and think for yourself for once. you can care about your looks without having to buy the in stuff, which is actually not in the mainstream, you guys just want to feel important, far be it from me to stop you. also surfs goanna be big on sat, so im hittin up ruggles beach, if anyone wants to join, double overhead guys, bring a wetsuit. mahalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110299305347878784?l=bdogg.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110299305347878784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110299305347878784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110299305347878784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110299305347878784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/12/leg-warmers-continued-as-if-they.html' title='leg warmers continued (as if they needed to be)'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06573759938390161624'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>