<?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-4908954124723825208</id><updated>2009-08-11T21:13:28.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts of an Asshole</title><subtitle type='html'>Well these are my deep thoughts of randomness,drunk rants..and terrible grammar. Not for the faint hearted i just tell it like it is. All comments of hate mail are welcomed please post! I'm NOT Racist or Sexist i just hate everyone basically. Welcome to my bottled up thoughts of things i'd need to be drunk to say on the bus.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>ZOLTAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833335002799796540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908954124723825208.post-899896248692873036</id><published>2007-03-23T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T08:10:09.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Backpacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amarobags.com/prod/52181red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.amarobags.com/prod/52181red.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I here by announce a new law banning all Rolling Backpacks. Coming back from Victoria after having some beers on the ferry I just wanted to get the hell out of there. 3 ladies and 1 guy rolling fucking purple backpacks in front of me just fucking out of control. Making annoying little sounds like they are pushing a shopping cart around. The best part is as soon as you get to stairs...They are so fucking lazy they refuse to pick up these stupid fucking things. So when these people are not looking i spit on the back of their rolling backpacks especially if they are trying to pull them down a flight of stairs like some sort of handicapped kid who's elevator is broken. I'm ashamed of a few things I have done in my life like pushing this girl Megan down in grade 4 and breaking her arm.. or the time i grabbed a peacock by the neck in Stanley Park and punched it in the face for biting me... Or the time I made my best friend Allison snort a line of sour cream at a Boston Pizza but this...I have no remorse. These people are the fucking plague, kettle heads swinging these purple backpacks everywhere in malls.. Wtf are you carrying in there anyway....dead bodies?&lt;br /&gt;anyway I'm out, Today is going to be retarded busy... Retarded like people with their Rolling Backpacks that can't go down stairs properly.&lt;br /&gt;Subscribe to Deep Thoughts for an Asshole&lt;br /&gt;http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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For now on I'm posting my spam and e-mailing most of it back to these fuckers with their shit scams. If you fall for some of this shit..you should smash your head into a brick wall because it's just retarded....here is the message..my reply is at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;TREAT AS URGENTFROM THE DESK OF DR ALHAJIDANCO&lt;br /&gt;AUDITING AND ACCOUNTING UNIT.&lt;br /&gt;FOREIGN REMITTANCE DEPT.&lt;br /&gt;BANK OF AFRICA (BOA)OUAGA-BURKINA FASO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR FRIEND,&lt;br /&gt;I Am DR DR ALHAJIDANCOIthe manager in charge of auditing and accounting &lt;br /&gt;unit&lt;br /&gt;foreign remittance depatmet of BANK OF AFRICA (BOA)ouaga-burkina faso &lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;west Africa. with due respect and regards I have decided to contact you&lt;br /&gt;on a business transaction that will be very beneficial to both of us at&lt;br /&gt;the end of the transaction,During our investigation and auditing in the&lt;br /&gt;bank, my department came across a very huge sum of money belonging to a&lt;br /&gt;deceased person, a foriegner who died a plane crash and the fund has &lt;br /&gt;been&lt;br /&gt;dormant in his account with the bank without any claim of the fund in our custody either from his family or &lt;br /&gt;relation&lt;br /&gt;before our discovery to this development,Although personally, I kept &lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;information secret within myself and partners to enable the whole plans&lt;br /&gt;and idea be profitable and uccessful during the time of execution.The &lt;br /&gt;amount&lt;br /&gt;involved is (USD$10. Million UNTED STATE DOLLARS). Meanwhile all the &lt;br /&gt;whole&lt;br /&gt;arrangement and directives needed to put claim over this fund as the &lt;br /&gt;bonafide&lt;br /&gt;next of kin to the deceased, will be forward to you upon your &lt;br /&gt;acceptance&lt;br /&gt;nformation will be relayed to you as soon as you indicate your interest&lt;br /&gt;and willingness to assist us and also benefit your self to this great &lt;br /&gt;business&lt;br /&gt;portunity.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I could have done this deal alone but because of my position in&lt;br /&gt;this country as a civil servant,we are not allowed to operate a foriegn&lt;br /&gt;account and would eventually raise an eye brow on my side during the &lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;of transfer because I work in this bank,This is the actual reason why &lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;will require a second party or fellow who will forward claims as the &lt;br /&gt;next&lt;br /&gt;of kin with affidavit of trust of Oath to the bank and also&lt;br /&gt;present a foriegn account where you will need the said money &lt;br /&gt;(USD$10,Million&lt;br /&gt;UNTED STATE DOLLARS)to be transfered into, after due verification and &lt;br /&gt;clarification&lt;br /&gt;to designated bank account.&lt;br /&gt;I will not fail to inform you that this transaction is 100% risk free, &lt;br /&gt;On&lt;br /&gt;smoth conclusion of this transaction, you will be entitled to 30% of &lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;total sum as ratification, while 10% will be set aside to take care of &lt;br /&gt;expenses&lt;br /&gt;that may arise during the time of transfer such as telephone bills etc,&lt;br /&gt;while 60% will be for me and my partners. Please you have been adviced &lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;keep top secret as we are still in service and intend to retire from &lt;br /&gt;service&lt;br /&gt;after we conclude this deal with you. I will be monitoring the whole &lt;br /&gt;situation&lt;br /&gt;here in the bank until you confirm the money in your account and ask us&lt;br /&gt;to come down to your country for subsequent shearing of the fund &lt;br /&gt;according&lt;br /&gt;to percentages previously indicated and further investment,either in &lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;country or any other country you may advice us to invest in.&lt;br /&gt;All other necessary information will be sent to you when I hear from &lt;br /&gt;you.I&lt;br /&gt;suggest you get back to me as soon as possible, stating your wish in &lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;deal.&lt;br /&gt;Yours&lt;br /&gt;faithfully,&lt;br /&gt;DR ALHAJIDANCO&lt;br /&gt;TREAT AS URGENTFROM THE DESK OF DR ALHAJIDANCO&lt;br /&gt;AUDITING AND ACCOUNTING UNIT.&lt;br /&gt;FOREIGN REMITTANCE DEPT.&lt;br /&gt;BANK OF AFRICA (BOA)OUAGA-BURKINA FASO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the e-mail you asshole Dr. sdjfakdfhhakjdfa or whatever your name is. I can't wait to be a millionare by swindling dead people! What country do you even live in? Last time i checked Africa wasn't a country! Bank of Africa eh ...humm are they going to pay me in sheep or possibly wooden African nickles... or maybe some sweet De beers blood diamonds made from the labour of 2 year of children YES! So this e-mail you sent me is so top secret why the fuck are you sending it to me? You don't know which country I even live in or my fucking name... how do you know I'm not some sorta pig cop? Wait a second this is top secret in fact I got this e-mail about 8 times now you fucking jackass...and if I ever visit Africa you'll be one of the 10 people with computers so Don't think I wouldn't be able to find you with the process of elimination. Your scared to work on this deal alone because of African politicians in the laws in your country? Wtf.. you live in Africa how systematic is your system anyway? 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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908954124723825208-2902148577529633517?l=thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/feeds/2902148577529633517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908954124723825208&amp;postID=2902148577529633517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/2902148577529633517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/2902148577529633517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/2007/03/world-series-of-poker_20.html' title='World Series of Poker'/><author><name>ZOLTAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833335002799796540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05004142289421751359'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908954124723825208.post-2644528256618553312</id><published>2007-03-16T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T07:46:01.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.grandmashouse.ws/Patterns/images/PatS8296.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.grandmashouse.ws/Patterns/images/PatS8296.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad charged with storing stash of drugs in 6-year-old daughter's jacket pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLSIDE, N.J. (AP) - Police here say a man charged with drug possession had an unusual place to store his stash: his 6-year-old daughter's jacket pocket. Dennis Riker, 41, raised suspicions Monday morning when he stopped by his daughter's school in Hillside, saying he had left his keys in her jacket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the staff at the A.P. Morris School would not let him in because Riker was not the girl's legal guardian. That role belonged to the girl's grandmother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police said Riker, unbeknownst to the school, called the woman to ask her to come to the school. Meanwhile, school officials called her, too, but believed someone else answered and impersonated the woman. And then, the actual grandmother arrived, saying she wanted the girl's jacket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all so strange that principal Tracey Wolff called police to the school. An officer checked the coat and found 25 vials of cocaine and a half-ounce rock of crack in the pocket inside. &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Father of the year award goes too...This guy Dennis Riker you fucking dolt! &lt;br /&gt;"Show and tell today honey? Well don't worry I've got something that will blow those kid's fucking minds!"&lt;br /&gt;Ya good game buddy best stash for blow ever in a 6 year olds pocket! I have more intelligence in my asshole than a 6 year old has in it's whole body. Kids that are 6 pick up shit and put it in their pocket all the time and your throwing your stash in there? &lt;br /&gt;How about your daughter just holds onto it for you until father's day. Surprise DADDY I made you these shitty drawn painting that looking like someone crushed bugs on a piece of paper and this big bag of blow and crack. Then you go to get the stash and your excuse is that you left your fucking car keys in a little girls pocket? Teaching her to drive at age 6? Going to be the next NASCAR champ? How about maybe Dennis you were just trying this shit on? Got so fucking up on crack you threw on a 6 year olds jacket and forgot your shit inside....Worst drug addict ever. &lt;br /&gt;"I've always just molested children...now wearing this jacket I know what it's like to be one!"&lt;br /&gt;If that was Texas I'm sure your daughter would have got the death penalty? Or what that what you were looking for? Didn't clean her room.. send her to school with some crack in her pocket that will shut the bitch up. All you parents out there take note...Next time your son or daughter talks shit.. just throw some blow in their pocket and either they will get a shitty addiction or hey someone will bust them at school and they will end up in jail. I'm sure someone in jail wouldn't mind throwing a yard of cock in your kids. God bless America.&lt;br /&gt;Subscribe To Deep Thoughts of an Asshole&lt;br /&gt;Vote for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908954124723825208-2644528256618553312?l=thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/feeds/2644528256618553312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908954124723825208&amp;postID=2644528256618553312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/2644528256618553312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/2644528256618553312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/2007/03/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers Day'/><author><name>ZOLTAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833335002799796540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05004142289421751359'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908954124723825208.post-6837919723371459794</id><published>2007-03-15T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T07:51:41.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.popmatters.com/images/film_art/3/300-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.popmatters.com/images/film_art/3/300-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE I always post about stuff that sucks but today I'm going to be busy as fuck planning another Victoria trip. So I'm telling everyone to see 300 it's the best movie EVER. Now see after seeing it, It made me want to be a spartan go downtown and beat kids in the food court with swords and shields..fucking bad ass. They throw abnormal babies that suck into a pit when they are born! China they have you beat buddy! I hear they smash female melons around there because they don't want to many chicks. Jesus talk about a shitty fucking place to live. I think they need more gays if anything to control the population. Now just imagine if here in Canada we threw shitty babies off cliffs the population would suddenly drop from fucking 32 million to 200 Thousand like our hockey teams wouldn't be way better EH. How would you like to be the guy that gets to throw all the babies off cliffs? Wouldn't that make for good bar conversation picking up chicks..&lt;br /&gt;"Ya I'M A VIRGO TOO!"&lt;br /&gt;"What do you do for a living"&lt;br /&gt;"Well I'm a part time pottery fan but full-time I toss babies off cliffs to their death :)"&lt;br /&gt;Ya that line would bust out good I figure anyway. Hitler had nothing on the Spartans...The Germans wanted a perfect race and still failed winning the war.."pussies". Now I ask all of you go to your wife and tell her your throwing away the kids you have no and making new ones! Then by a sword and kill people that suck and make the world a better place!&lt;br /&gt;SPARRRRTAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908954124723825208-6837919723371459794?l=thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/feeds/6837919723371459794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908954124723825208&amp;postID=6837919723371459794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/6837919723371459794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/6837919723371459794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/2007/03/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>ZOLTAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833335002799796540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05004142289421751359'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908954124723825208.post-260898111071624890</id><published>2007-03-14T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T07:55:41.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow walkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slowest walker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old people'/><title type='text'>Slow Walkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.clarkehealthcare.com/images2004/legacy_vet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.clarkehealthcare.com/images2004/legacy_vet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of fucking kettle heads walking with their arms linked in a fucking chain .001 miles an hour. Snails shit faster than these people walk and I hate them all. If you don't have the speed to go out in public and walk in a mall etc stay the fuck indoors like a downs child in Russia. I walked in this stupid giant mall called Metrotown in Burnaby people walking fucking slow everywhere. If i go shopping I know what i want and i go and get it but not these fucks they slow my whole life down. I feel i should kill one of them to get back all the time I lost standing behind them. So anyway I'm upstairs near this starbucks...and no shit there are 5 chinese people in a row walking i swear in front of me just to piss me off. Me being Asian i felt like i had the right to call them chinks. Black people can call each other the "N WORD!" than i can call Chinese people chinks! Oh sweet racism...Anyway "I said move it Chinks!" They turned there head like Franklin the turtle, slow and easy doesn't win the race dip shits just move. They had one look at me and fucking shrugged it off...Another asian who cares they thought.. Well this one has no problem stepping on the back of some ladies shoes.... &lt;br /&gt;"OOPS I SAID...some people just walk too slow i guess"...and gave them the ovechiken who goes it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to start a gang like on the Green Street Hooligans that just kick the crap out of people walking slow in front of them wasting their time. As soon as i turn 65 I'm going to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;Subscribe and Vote for Deep Thoughts of An Asshole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908954124723825208-260898111071624890?l=thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/feeds/260898111071624890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908954124723825208&amp;postID=260898111071624890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/260898111071624890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/260898111071624890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/2007/03/slow-walkers.html' title='Slow Walkers'/><author><name>ZOLTAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833335002799796540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05004142289421751359'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908954124723825208.post-8713251673888645547</id><published>2007-03-12T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T08:10:03.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Ware</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dog.com/Prod_Images/P37674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.dog.com/Prod_Images/P37674.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking 18 degrees out and i see ladies walking their fucking dogs in shirts and sweaters. Now you people that dress your dogs up in coats and socks your all fucked in the head and should probably jump off a cliff and kill yourself. Last time i checked....dogs were animals and had fur. They don't need you to evolve them into some sort of fashion show. Imagine what your dog is thinking....&lt;br /&gt;"I'm wearing a fucking purple and pink sweater Jesus Christ lady why don't you just put me down?"&lt;br /&gt;Now they have opened a fucking DOGIE gym by my house. It comes included with a DOG SPA. Yes your dog that's face is about as fucked up as yours can now get a facial and run on treadmills in a tank of water! What gets me is half of the people that take their dogs to these places are fat fucking snobby old cunts. Why don't you stop picking on your dog and try going to the gym yourself you pig. NOPE i want to stay at home knit shitty outfits for my dog and make it go to the dogie gym. The only pleasure i get out of seeing these people is watching how pathetic they look when they have to clean up their dogs shit. I like to stop and chuckle and let them see that I'm laughing at them and their loved one shit all over it's new sweater. They can snicker all they want they are the dip shits sitting with a bag in their hand picking up fucking shit off the sidewalk. Staring at their own dogs asshole just waiting to jump and pick this shit up. I bet after all this dressing up this is the dogs favorite part of the day. If i were that dog I'd be eating twine and plastic straight time for those fucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908954124723825208-783210095453829150?l=thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/feeds/783210095453829150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908954124723825208&amp;postID=783210095453829150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/783210095453829150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/783210095453829150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/2007/03/rave.html' title='Rave'/><author><name>ZOLTAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833335002799796540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05004142289421751359'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908954124723825208.post-7139862693661858741</id><published>2007-02-27T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T07:51:09.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.toolbagmag.com/mag/articles/computer/tom_pc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.toolbagmag.com/mag/articles/computer/tom_pc7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I HAVE HAD SEX TWICE! ONCE ON A DOLL AND THE OTHER ON THE INTERNET!"&lt;br /&gt;Uuuuh I'm sure if your reading my blog you probably don't have a real exciting life and this is you? No? Well anyway I just wanted to throw out the idea that you are a sick sick weird fuck :) &lt;br /&gt;I don't see why people would do this basically I think these people are just cheap losers? If you were that hard up to get laid that you would need people to type sexy words at you get a hooker,download porn anything but have people type things at you that's just fucked. It amazes me how geeky people are that they can even type that fast with 1 hand. At least this way nobody can see how ugly you really are! But shit that goes both ways I bet there could be a 600 pound beast on the other end of that Internet connection that smells like gravy,sweat and cat piss just typing her fat little fingers off or better yet guys another guy... unless your actually looking for another guy than it's probably a chick. &lt;br /&gt;"OH boy you should have seen how hot she was typing at me...she is a model from Romania"&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;........I think not. &lt;br /&gt;Lesson people if you were going to have cybersex or just chat on the Internet for that fact tell lies that would actually make sense. Hey name is Wayne Gretzky I'm basically the sexiest man alive and every woman wants to sleep with me but on the other hand I have this fetish with talking to fat chicks on the Internet...PS send me a fucking picture. I rather eat my own shit out of a bucket than do this, unless you do this on a public chat like the alamak chat or something. Just talk to a guy and tell him that your totally into small dicks, when he admits to it...just forward it to everyone in the public chat room....for his cyber geek name to be forever ruined. Not only did you get picked on in high school you got picked on the Internet too where you thought you could just get away with playing World of Warcraft and downloading startrek episodes. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I found this through a buddies website and I thought the guy that writes these is a fucking genius...HE IS BLOOD NINJA THE ULTIMATE CYBER SEXER..check out his stuff!&lt;br /&gt;----------------The Legend of Blood Ninja--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight? &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Aight. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Me too baby. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Hey... &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Funny I still don't see it. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Don't f*ck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece of ****. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Baby? &lt;br /&gt;------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you. &lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure. &lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go. &lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory. &lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on. &lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts. &lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't play games. They f*cking charge your ass. &lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet. &lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: thats it. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Goddam am I hard now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Ok, are you ready? &lt;br /&gt;eminemBNJA: Aight, yeah I'm ready. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: I like your music Em... Tee hee. &lt;br /&gt;eminemBNJA: huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Mmm, we like it a lot. Let me show you. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: I take off your pants, slowly, and massage your muscular physique. &lt;br /&gt;eminemBNJA: Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: What the f*ck, I told you not to message me again. &lt;br /&gt;eminemBNJA: Oh **** &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: I swear if you do it one more time I'm gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie porn you f*ck up. &lt;br /&gt;eminemBNJA: Oh **** &lt;br /&gt;eminemBNJA: damn I gotta write down your names or something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: I lick your earlobe, and undo your watch. &lt;br /&gt;Sarah19fca: mmmm, okay. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: I take yo pants off, grunting like a troll. &lt;br /&gt;Sarah19fca: Yeah I like it rough. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: I smack you thick booty. &lt;br /&gt;Sarah19fca: Oh yeah, that feels good. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: Smack, Smack, yeeeaahhh. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: I make some toast and eat it off your ass. Land O' Lakes butter all in your crack. Mmmm. &lt;br /&gt;Sarah19fca: you like that? &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: I peel some bananas. &lt;br /&gt;Sarah19fca: Oh, what are you gonna do with those? &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: get me peanuts. Peanuts from the ballpark. &lt;br /&gt;Sarah19fca: Peanuts? &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: Ken Griffey Jr. Yeaaaaahhh. &lt;br /&gt;Sarah19fca: What are you talking about? &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: I'm spent, I jump down into the alley and smoke a fatty. I throw rocks at the cats. &lt;br /&gt;Sarah19fca: This is stupid. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: Stone Cold Steve Austin gives me some beer. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: Wanna Wrestle Stone Cold? &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: Yeeaahhhh. &lt;br /&gt;Sarah19fca: /ignore &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: Its cool stone cold she was a bitch anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: We get on harleys and ride into the sunset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:Wanna cyber? &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:OK, but don't tell anybody ;-) &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:Who are you? &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: I've got blond hair, blue eyes, I work out a lot &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:And I have a part time job delivering for Papa John's in my Geo Storm. &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:You sound sexy.. I bet you want me in the back of your car.. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:Maybe some other time. You should call up Papa John's and make an order &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: Haha! OK &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:Hello! I'd like an extra-EXTRA large pizza just dripping with sauce. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:Well, first they would say, "Hello, this is Papa John's, how may I help you", then they tell you the specials, and then you would make your order. So that's an X-Large. What toppings do you want? &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:I want everything, baby! &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:Is this a delivery? &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:Umm...Yes &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:So you're bringing the pizza to my house now? Cause I'm home alone... and I think I'll take a shower... &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:Good. It will take about fifteen minutes to cook, and then I'll drive to your house. &lt;br /&gt;**pause** &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:I'm almost finished with my shower... Hurry up! &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:You can't hurry good pizza. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:I'm on my way now though &lt;br /&gt;**pause** &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:So you're at my front door now. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:How did you know? &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:I knock but you can't hear me cause you're in the shower. So I let myself in, and walk inside. I put the pizza down on your coffee table. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:Are you ready to get nasty, baby? I'm as hot as a pizza oven &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:Oooohh yeah. I step out of the shower and I'm all wet and cold. Warm me up baby &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:So you're still in the bathroom? &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:Yeah, I'm wrapping a towel around myself. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja:I can no longer resist the pizza. I open the box and unzip my pants with my other hand. As I penetrate the gooey cheese, I moan in ecstacy. The mushrooms and Italian sausage are rough, but the sauce is deliciously soothing. I blow my load in seconds. As you leave the bathroom, I exit through the front door.... &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:What the f**k? &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:You perverted piece of s**t &lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate:F**k &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: Wanna cyber? &lt;br /&gt;MommyMelissa: Sure, you into vegetables? &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: What like gardening an ****? &lt;br /&gt;MommyMelissa: Yeah, something like that. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: Nuthin turns me on more, check this out &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: You bend over to harvest your radishes. &lt;br /&gt;(pause) &lt;br /&gt;MommyMelissa: is that it? &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: You water your tomato patch. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: Are you ready for my fresh produce? &lt;br /&gt;MommyMelissa: I was thinking of like, sexual acts INVOLVING vegetables... Can you make it a little more sexy for me? &lt;br /&gt;(pause) &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: I touch you on your lettuce, you massage my spinach... Sexily. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: I ride your buttocks, like they were amber waves of grains. &lt;br /&gt;MommyMelissa: Grain doesn't really turn me on... I was thinking more along the lines of carrots and zucchinis. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: my zucchinis carresses your carrots. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: Damn baby your right, this s**t is HOT. &lt;br /&gt;MommyMelissa: ... &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: My turnips listen for the soft cry of your love. My insides turn to celery as I unleash my warm and sticky cauliflower of love. &lt;br /&gt;MommyMelissa: What the f**k is this madlibs? I'm outta here. &lt;br /&gt;Bloodninja: Yah, well I already unleashed my cauliflower, all over your olives, and up in your eyes. Now you can't see. Bitch. &lt;br /&gt;MommyMelissa: whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: So you're really a 18 yr old girl right?&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: Yeah, J for Julie.&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: So whats with the "Dogg"&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: Uh, It's cause I'm into the latina gangs and shit. You know, rollin with tha homies and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: Oh, uh ok thats cool. So you ever seen a gun?&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: Yeah like I got 6 guns.&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: Thats cool, so you wanna see my gun?&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: hehe, of course baby.&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: I pull off my pants and show you my "gun".&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: Ohh, it's so big.&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: Yeah, what you want to do?&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: Umm, i guess stroke it or something.&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: It likes that.&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: aight.&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: Keep talking to me baby...&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: I kiss you on the mouth, hard, but then gently.&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: Mmmm, daddy like.&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: I unzip my pants...&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: Yes, show me what you got.&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: I pull out my schlong, and rub it on your breasts...&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: Oh shit, I meant, your schlong! your schlong!&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: I've had it with you queers trying to cyber me, I only fuck women...&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: Shit just don't shoot me man, I wasn't serious about the guns I have, I'm unarmed!&lt;br /&gt;Partner6: You dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: I whimper to myself...&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: please don't shoot me Mr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: I see you in line at the supermarket. Our eyes meet.&lt;br /&gt;Partner8: Who the fuck are you?&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: I mouth the words to you, as if in slow motion:&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: Fuck me, Fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: My wishes are like poetry in your eyes. We want this moment to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;Partner8: OMFG are you trying to cyber me?&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: We are like two dancers, for whom the music never stops. I Kiss the top of your hand. You are taken aback by the bulge that forms in your thigh.&lt;br /&gt;Partner8: Is that like cancer?&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: If cancer is our love, then I hope you don't have the technology of chemotherapy.&lt;br /&gt;Partner8: Good one romeo.&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: You grab the bulge that you feel. you tihink it must be taking over your mind, theres nothing else you can think of. My tubesteak to you is like a beautiful japanese haiku.&lt;br /&gt;The salmon swim at night.&lt;br /&gt;Towards your room.&lt;br /&gt;The snow and the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Partner8: that was never a haiku.&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: To your light bulb I am the Thomas Edison of your sex. Withought my light you would be lost in a sea of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Partner8: That made even less sense than your "haiku"&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: So you ready to fuck then?&lt;br /&gt;Partner8: You unbutton my pants, spew your load at the sight of my underwear, and your spent.&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: ...&lt;br /&gt;Partner8: ?&lt;br /&gt;J-Dogg: I'm spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg:Hey&lt;br /&gt;QT-Pie:Hey&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg:whats goin on&lt;br /&gt;QT-Pie:Nothing. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg:Jdogg. Wanna cyber?&lt;br /&gt;QT-Pie:what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg:what are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;QT-Pie:T-shirt. Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg:Garter belt?&lt;br /&gt;QT-Pie:Ummm...no.&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg:Are we gonna cyber or not?&lt;br /&gt;QT-Pie: uh, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg:Sweet, I start by rubbing your ass all around. You love this.&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg: You're wet already. I can smell your pussy stink from here.&lt;br /&gt;QT-Pie: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg: I execute standing position 12 from the Kama Sutra. Passion fills the room. Your head is close to the ceiling fan.&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg:You leave everything to jdogg.&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg:I am completely inside of you. You are my dick puppet. I put on a little play.&lt;br /&gt;QT-Pie:This is weird. I should go.&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg: I drop you on the ground, and lay a stripe down your back.&lt;br /&gt;QT-Pie: A stripe?&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg: I need a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;QT-Pie: You're a freak.&lt;br /&gt;Jdogg: I was great. You loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hi&lt;br /&gt;Boy: hello&lt;br /&gt;Boy: who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: just a someone?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: A someone I know?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: nope&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Then why the hell are you bothering me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: well sorrrrrry&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I just wanted to chat with you&lt;br /&gt;Boy: why?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: nevermind your an asshole&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hey wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Girl: yes?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: look I'm sorry. I'm just a little paranoid&lt;br /&gt;Girl: paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: yes&lt;br /&gt;Girl: of what?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No. I'm in hiding.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Don't fucking laugh at me!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: This shit is serious!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What are you hiding from?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: The cops.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: gimme a fucking break&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Boy: The cops are after me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: For what?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'm wanted in three states&lt;br /&gt;Girl: For???&lt;br /&gt;Boy: It's kindof embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I had sex with a turkey.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: You are fucking sick.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Send me your picture.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: why?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: so I know you aren't one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: One of what?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: The cops.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm not a cop i told you&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Then send me your picture.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: hold on&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: fuck you, cop!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hey sorry&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I had to do something for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I thought you were trying to find a picture to send to me.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: When really you were notifying the authorities.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Weren't you!?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: thats not it&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Then what?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I don't want to send you the picture cause I'm not pretty&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Most cops aren't&lt;br /&gt;Girl: IM NOT A FUCKING COP YOU DICKHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Then send me the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: fine. What's your e-mail?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Just send it through here.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: alright *PIC*&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Did you get it?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hold on. I'm looking.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: That was me back in may&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I've lost weight since then.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I hope so&lt;br /&gt;Girl: what?!?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: that hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Did it?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yes. I'm not that much smaller than that now.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Will it make you feel better if I send you my picture?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: yes&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Alright let me find it.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: kks&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Okay here it is. *PIC*&lt;br /&gt;Girl: this isn't you.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'll be damned if it ain't!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: You don't look like that.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: How the hell do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: cause your profile has another picture.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: The profile pic is a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I use it to hide from the cops.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: You look like the Farm Fresh guy lol&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Well, you look like you ATE the Farm Fresh guy....&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Not to mention all the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Go fuck yourself&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I was going to until I saw that picture&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Now my dick won't get hard for a week.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I shouldn't have sent you that picture.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: You've done nothing but slam me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: you hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: And calling me the Farm Fresh guy doesn't hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I thought you were bullshitting me!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Why would I do that?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I can't believe that cops are after you&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I can't believe Santa lets you sit on his lap..&lt;br /&gt;Girl: FUC YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You'd break both of his legs.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: You're a FUCKing asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I've been teased my whole life because of my weight&lt;br /&gt;Girl: and you make fun of me when you don't even know me&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Ok. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No you aren't&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You're right. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: HAARRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm done with you&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Aww. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm putting you on ignore&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Wait a sec&lt;br /&gt;Boy: We got off on the wrong foot.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Wanna start over?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'll eat your pussy&lt;br /&gt;Girl: You'll what?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You heard me.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I said I'd eat your pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I thought you said you couldn't get it hard after seeing my picture&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Do I need a hard-on to eat your pussy?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'd like to know that the man eating me out is excited yes&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Well I'm not like most men.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I get excited in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Do you really wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You have to tell me yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: cause&lt;br /&gt;Boy: cause why?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: well lets see&lt;br /&gt;Girl: you say you have sex with turkeys. You call me fat. then you wanna eat me out&lt;br /&gt;Girl: doesn't that seem strange to you?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Girl: well its strange to me&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Fine. I won't do it if you don't want me to&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I didn't say that&lt;br /&gt;Boy: So is that a yes?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Ok. I need your help getting excited though.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Are you willing?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What do you need me to do?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I need you talk like a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ???&lt;br /&gt;Boy: When I start to go limp... you say "HARRRR!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: ok?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: You can't be serious&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Oh yes I am!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: It's my fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: this is retarded&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Do you want it or not?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yes I want it.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Then you'll do it for me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: sure&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Ok. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I gently remove your panties and being to massage your thighs.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You get really juicy thinking about my tounge brushing up against them&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I softly begin to tounge your wet pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I run my tounge up and down your smooth slit.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: mmmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Boy: uh oh ...going limp.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Har&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You gotta do better than that!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Your picture was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: HARRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Ahhhh. Much better. I feel your pussy get more moist with every stroke.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I softly suck on your clit bringing it in and out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Your juices run down my chin as your scent makes its way to my nose.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I begin to feel empowered by your femininity.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: mmmmmm you are good&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I feel your thighs tighten as I suck harder&lt;br /&gt;Boy: going limp&lt;br /&gt;Girl: HARRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Mmmm I grab your swelling buttocks in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You begin to sway back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: going limp&lt;br /&gt;Girl: this is stupid&lt;br /&gt;Boy: ...still limp&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Do it!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: HARRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I turn you around to lick your asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I pry apart that battleship you call your ass.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I see shit nuggets hanging from the hair around your asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: WTF?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: They stink really bad.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: OMG STOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I start to get fed up with your ugly ass&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I tear off your wooden peg leg.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I ram it up your ass.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: YOURE A FUCKING PYSCHO!!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Then I pour hot carmel over your head.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: And turn you into a fucking candy apple...&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I kick you in the face!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: The celluloid from your cheeks hits the side of the cabin...&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Your parrot flys away.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: ...going limp again.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Say it!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: HAARRRRRR!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908954124723825208-7139862693661858741?l=thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/feeds/7139862693661858741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908954124723825208&amp;postID=7139862693661858741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/7139862693661858741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/7139862693661858741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/2007/02/cyber-sex.html' title='Cyber Sex'/><author><name>ZOLTAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833335002799796540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05004142289421751359'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908954124723825208.post-701766880974842675</id><published>2007-02-26T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:55:05.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Saget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AFV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexican kid falls in creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americas'/><title type='text'>AFV or America's Funniest Home Video!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/7/7b/300_afv.jpg/250px-300_afv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/7/7b/300_afv.jpg/250px-300_afv.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with a friend last night who was trying to convince me that America's funniest home video was hilarious. I don't see it? I think I'm really missing something here. They have been playing the same fucking videos since 1989 when Bob saget ran show. HA HA some fat man gets hit in the nuts with a football or a cat chases its tail...... .....&lt;br /&gt;Then the audience all laughs &lt;br /&gt;"OH BOY THAT WAS SOMETHING! *CHUCKLES* "&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck goes to watch this show live? Get a life...They watch videos live? Good times...Honey i got free tickets to watch AFV video! YES!&lt;br /&gt;Some kid has a tantrum on Television and he wins a 100k. I think we should have a UFC show you know kind of like American Idol but with children bare knuckle boxing. You can have nerdy kids like that William chung guy or whatever the fuck his name is fighting Tito Ortiz trying to prove he is not a loser anymore..Then bam one dead half retarded Chinese man. Now that would be funny. Sorry for the short post but work is really hectic but here is a video of a Mexican kid trying to cross the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nlP-OEEHLOg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nlP-OEEHLOg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908954124723825208-701766880974842675?l=thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/feeds/701766880974842675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908954124723825208&amp;postID=701766880974842675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/701766880974842675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/701766880974842675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/2007/02/afv-or-americas-funniest-home-video.html' title='AFV or America&apos;s Funniest Home Video!'/><author><name>ZOLTAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833335002799796540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05004142289421751359'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908954124723825208.post-6659694131589770864</id><published>2007-02-23T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T08:08:06.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='norm Mcdonald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gordon and frank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bell beavers'/><title type='text'>Bell Beavers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.buzzimage.com/_images/video_stills/callout/beavers_topmodel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.buzzimage.com/_images/video_stills/callout/beavers_topmodel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the Bell Network or Bell Phones but the Bell beavers can lick an old woman's wrinkly rotten cunt. I'd like to kick them down the fucking stairs none of these commercials are even remotely funny. Norm McDonald your alcholic days ended at SNL only to be scooped up by Bell as a fucking Beaver. I remember Dirty work being a fucking hilarious movie now look at you! The only Beaver that gets more tortured is Paris Hilton's in her terrible sex video where she is being a starfish pounded on her cell phone. The Bell Beavers are all over TV and for some reason now they have commercials where they are on some sort of talk show..... uuuh I don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck would we want to see these dip shits on T.V I rather swallow a mouth full of cat shit mixed in with a carney's armpit. THEY ARE ON EVERY FUCKING CANADIAN CHANNEL. Look here I'm in a commercial eating jelly beans! Hahah You think I'm doing a reference to Bell satellite but really I'm just eating jelly beans haha I'm so funny. Want to make me laugh and buy a Bell Cell phone or TV? How about you make a commercial where you get into a sky drive accident and your shoot doesn't open and your screaming for your life just before you smash into the Bell Center in Montreal and kill 15 Montreal Canadian fans before your guts splatter into a million shit Beaver pieces. I'd love to strangle one of you stupid fuckers and make you swallow a Sim card but I can't... I'm at work.....ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908954124723825208-6659694131589770864?l=thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/feeds/6659694131589770864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908954124723825208&amp;postID=6659694131589770864' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/6659694131589770864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/6659694131589770864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/2007/02/bell-beavers.html' title='Bell Beavers'/><author><name>ZOLTAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833335002799796540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05004142289421751359'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908954124723825208.post-3141337016442950208</id><published>2007-02-21T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T07:59:33.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nationalledger.com/artman/uploads/britney_spears_shaved_head_remorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.nationalledger.com/artman/uploads/britney_spears_shaved_head_remorse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. Britney Spears has decided she can't be on the same planet as KFED anymore so she is hoping that she gets abducted by aliens by shaving her fat head. I think personally all her hair fell out from the side effects of drinking that rancid pepsi piss. She has checked herself into a mental institution because she is finally comming to the relization she is fucking retarded. Don't worry fans she posted a letter on her website that she will come back bigger than ever. Remember Anna Nichole Smith, I remember her comming back bigger than ever too. She had more chins than a chinese phone book on that bitch until she started humping that 9 billion year old fossil and now look at them .. they are all dead. *huh*&lt;br /&gt;Poor Brit her trailor trash ass is finally falling apart..Box falling out in cars,dropping babies, shaving her head..making out with other chicks on rumors she is a big dyke. &lt;br /&gt;Well Micheal has dropped his baby,Paris showed her lazy fuck show pussy to the world and G.I.J.A.N.E shaved her melon and nothing happened. As for doing all those other chicks I can see how you could get confused with those fruity dudes in all your videos. Don't worry spears when you come back a fat cunt I'll be the first one to make fun of you and laugh when your child gets taken away from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The Vancouver Canucks Play Martin Havlat and the Homosexual Chicago Blackcocks. Being a CANADIAN EH I fucking love hockey, and I say Eh all the fucking time it's not a myth but I don't say stupid shit like in the states like&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT CAN I DO YOU FOR?"&lt;br /&gt; The one thing that sucks about hockey well sportsnet in particular is the shitty commercials. They have about four commercials that just fucking rotate over and over and over. They make me want to just shoot myself in the nutsack with a blow dart. They have a panago commercials where this fat wop tells me how good Panago pizza is. Now I'm thinking they were going over this whole fresh ideas campaign where some bitch was dancing and fresh vegetables where flying around. Oh YUM! Now it seems they have just thrown that idea out the fucking window and it makes me feel cheated those fucks! Now this fat fucker is telling me to eat pizza with a Jersey Accent. Well all of a sudden I have been eating this shit everyday and you tell me nobody but fat wops with dogs that fetch pizza eat it? You have got to be fist fucking me. Your Ad campaign is about as comforting as a seagull giving a rimjob. &lt;br /&gt;Now the next one well Isn't sportsnet's fault because Don Cherry isn't on Sportsnet. I love the guy to death I think he is just fucking hilarious but dude your rock em sock em ads make me want to eat kitty litter and drink my own piss. No offense Don but your like a 100 years old now and nobody listens to fucking techno. Who decided that Hockey players all listened to fucking techno. Your rock em sock em videos with techno just ruin hockey. I haven't bought a fucking Rock em Sock em since I heard you Rap&lt;br /&gt;"DOUGGGY GILMORE WATCH HIM SCORE...I LOVE THIS GUY"&lt;br /&gt;You should take some tips from the Haida hippies and get them to do your fucking soundtrack. &lt;br /&gt;Now the McDonald's Commercial that takes suck to a whole new level. Some kid goes out into a parking lot with his mom late at night to trade fucking McDonald's hockey cards with Wayne consumer whore Gretzky. Who's fucking mom lets there kid go out into a parking lot at 3am to trade hockey cards with some wierd dude? Your fucked in the head lady think your kid won't be doing smack in 5 years time you got another thing coming. Gretzky what are you a fucking child molester? What the fuck are you doing trading McDonald's cards you own your own fucking hockey team you could buy your McDonald's? Your ad = Gayer than Christmas. Well I just fucking thank god there is no R&amp;B music in this one. &lt;br /&gt;Now for everyone even if you don't watch hockey and your guy you probably hate the Tampon/pregnant commercials. Who the fuck does marketing for this shit. I'm watching hockey and now a tampon commercial way to ruin the fucking mood. I guess the Calgary Flames do kind of remind me of bleeding pussies but this is getting too far. They just stick these ads on the fucking women's network or something. I don't see guys sputting commercials about how their nuts are itchy as fuck and they need some gold bond! Oh my favorite is the one where the chick says you can be a little bit pregnant. How the fuck are your a Little bit pregnant? Nothing a punch in the stomach can't fix. Now it's a little bit dead I guess? I'm sure teenage girls everywhere are saying &lt;br /&gt;"mom mom! Im prego! but don't worry I'm just prego a LITTLE BIT! HURRAY!"&lt;br /&gt;Ya we will see what happens with that you little teen slootay. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about these commercials....I think I should run the T.V stations. It could always be worse I guess I could be watching 45 minutes of fucking TBS commercials. &lt;br /&gt;"ATLANTA BRAVES BASEBALL NEXT ON TBS!"&lt;br /&gt;and the game takes all fucking day because every fucking 2 minutes there is a commercial for saved by the bell and fucking dinner and a movie. Hey you cut out half my fucking movie because you don't like any of the good parts. Violence,sex and swearing that doesn't mean you have to fill them with these commercials the smell like Princess Di's dead cunt .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm getting really worked up as Peter Griffen would say this is &lt;br /&gt;"Really Grinds my Gears"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908954124723825208-817808799432805066?l=thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/feeds/817808799432805066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908954124723825208&amp;postID=817808799432805066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/817808799432805066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908954124723825208/posts/default/817808799432805066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofanasshole.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day!'/><author><name>ZOLTAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11833335002799796540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05004142289421751359'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908954124723825208.post-9129491694523890984</id><published>2007-02-13T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T08:46:49.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Post Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.healthetalk.com.au/Questionnaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.healthetalk.com.au/Questionnaire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Guest post day... If you want to post your pissed off post email&lt;br /&gt;zoltanwise@yahoo.ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet Chain Questionnaires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you people who didn’t get the memo; only losers seeking attention fill these things out on a weekly basis. You know who you are! The people who fill these damn things out then try to blame it on the people who forward them. Ugh, Amanda sent me this so I’ll fill it out AGAIN. Like it’s a chore for them or something. Who are you fooling? Everyone knows you love it. But someone forgot to tell you that nobody gives a fuck what you are wearing, what your favourite number is, how many times you’ve been kissed since last week, what the last thing you ate was or what the fuck your favourite movie is. So quit taking up room on the Internet and quit it with the useless info about your favourite person……obviously YOURSELF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has time to do this shit? My favourite is when the same effing person keeps filling them out then over time starts coming up with what they consider “witty” answers. For example: When was the last time you have been kissed? The answer “that’s none of your business.” Well HELLO you are the sad excuse of a person taking the time to answer this fucking thing, and now you are suddenly too cool to answer the questions. Shit…. Spend your time on something more constructive from now on like stabbing yourself in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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