<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832</id><updated>2026-05-30T11:47:42.477-07:00</updated><category term="-"/><title type='text'>For The Gentlemen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-4292753975827670000</id><published>2011-10-18T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T02:36:03.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Gideon Wilde</title><summary type="text">
Chapter OneThe Most Dangerous Game
&amp;nbsp;It was a glorious April Morning in throughout the grounds of Wilde Manor. Situated a few miles outside the town of Saphord, Wilde Manor had been home to the men of the Wilde family for generations. The house itself was magnificent Residence the looked as if someone had taken apart an old English castle brick by brick shipped the stone to America and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/4292753975827670000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/10/adventures-of-gideon-wilde.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/4292753975827670000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/4292753975827670000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/10/adventures-of-gideon-wilde.html' title='The Adventures of Gideon Wilde'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-3368989768784532000</id><published>2011-07-07T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T03:01:03.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutiny on board the U.S.S. Wilde</title><summary type="text">
Chapter One
An Intrusion

Damien crept through the hallway in his bare feet, years of experience and honed instincts guiding him&amp;nbsp;as he inched along the darkened corridor. The irony of having to sneak through his own house&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;lost on him, having spent years doing the same in the villas and chateaus of affluent collectors. He&amp;nbsp;adjusted&amp;nbsp;his grip on the antique&amp;nbsp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/3368989768784532000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-one-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/3368989768784532000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/3368989768784532000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-one-b.html' title='Mutiny on board the U.S.S. Wilde'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-3697975932304426036</id><published>2011-06-18T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:02:45.716-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="-"/><title type='text'>For The Gentlemen VIII: Christmas</title><summary type="text">Gentlemen, Christmas is easily the greatest&amp;nbsp;religious&amp;nbsp;observance ever to be robbed of its spiritual importance and turned into an&amp;nbsp;insatiable&amp;nbsp;beast of consumerism and greed. Just the mere thought of it gives anyone in advertising&amp;nbsp;a raging erection (even the women.&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;ask me how, it just does) What began centuries ago as one of the Catholic church&#39;s attempts to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/3697975932304426036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/06/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/3697975932304426036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/3697975932304426036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/06/christmas.html' title='For The Gentlemen VIII: Christmas'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-4755775513482289693</id><published>2011-06-17T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:52:01.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to get you by</title><summary type="text">We&#39;re still bretty busy with the regime change so to fill the time, heres an old gem of Andrew&#39;s:&amp;nbsp;
Who are we? We are the kids who got ripped from their childhoods as planes smashed into buildings and cars exploded. We sat transfixed, watching something that no child should be allowed to watch. But the people who should have covered our eyes just let us watched and whispered “no you have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/4755775513482289693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-to-get-you-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/4755775513482289693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/4755775513482289693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-to-get-you-by.html' title='Something to get you by'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-6850543384031184443</id><published>2011-05-19T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:52:26.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gentleman&#39;s Farewell</title><summary type="text">As my 20th birthday looms ever closer, I become aware of a deep and insatiable desire. It is an urge so base and instinctual in its nature, that it stifles any protests and overcomes all barriers. It is the desperate longing for manhood, for maturity, for completion. I don’t mean a brief feeling of superiority that comes with an initial conquest. I mean something deeper. Something that can only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/6850543384031184443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-my-20-th-birthday-looms-ever-closer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/6850543384031184443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/6850543384031184443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-my-20-th-birthday-looms-ever-closer.html' title='A Gentleman&#39;s Farewell'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-2872022652780350567</id><published>2011-03-31T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:17:22.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Toast</title><summary type="text">Gentlemen, a toast.

To favorite shirts. To rainy&amp;nbsp;Sunday&amp;nbsp;afternoons. To old shoes that are &quot;broken in&quot; not &quot;worn out&quot;. To warm summer nights and &amp;nbsp;that time just before the sun rises when everything no matter what color it is, looks blue. To bonfires and beers. To best friends, girlfriends, and lazy old dogs. to new experiences and old memories. To dirty old hats and visors. To </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/2872022652780350567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/03/toast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/2872022652780350567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/2872022652780350567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/03/toast.html' title='A Toast'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-1908507407850462619</id><published>2011-03-11T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:54:36.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentleman Pic of The Day</title><summary type="text"></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/1908507407850462619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/03/gentleman-pic-of-day_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/1908507407850462619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/1908507407850462619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/03/gentleman-pic-of-day_11.html' title='Gentleman Pic of The Day'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOg3Q0-JNRhL4G8a7nDNiuVYKgBeDnqP4_Q2ryO0lsWvUfpLwu5PHrQ0kZn6KieAq4bEuqg776ousSNjbE4gQGJwsvv12fG1btfn-M0VdCrAMwstPeR8QdFsMYqrwZBClmklGpa8Gn0uw/s72-c/bill+fucking+murray.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-7771875745399793205</id><published>2011-03-11T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:55:21.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Gentlemen: A Gentleman&#39;s Last Piece of Gum</title><summary type="text">Gentlemen, let me first begin by saying: Jimmy never cracked corn, so stop teaching your children that song. He was an American, and like any good American he hired an illegal immigrant to do it for him.

Today we talk about the most sacred of objects. A holy relic that is guarded with jealousy and fervor. I am speaking of course, about a Gentleman&#39;s last piece of gum. A delectable treat so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/7771875745399793205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-gentlemen-gentlemans-last-piece-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/7771875745399793205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/7771875745399793205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-gentlemen-gentlemans-last-piece-of.html' title='For The Gentlemen: A Gentleman&#39;s Last Piece of Gum'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-1099226759080085545</id><published>2011-03-11T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T02:49:05.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reading From &quot;The Book of Gentlemen&quot;</title><summary type="text">A reading from &quot;The Book of Gentlemen&quot; Chapter 1.In the beginning, there were boobs. And Man saw the boobs and said that they were good. And there was nothing concealing the boobs from the eyes of Man and Man called those days paradise. But woman saw how Man was pleased with boobs and said. &quot;Come let us make clothing to cover up the boobs so that we may gain power over Man.” And they did this and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/1099226759080085545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/03/reading-from-book-of-gentlemen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/1099226759080085545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/1099226759080085545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/03/reading-from-book-of-gentlemen.html' title='A Reading From &quot;The Book of Gentlemen&quot;'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-2041846501975608697</id><published>2011-03-10T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:21:06.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentleman Pic of The Day.</title><summary type="text">you could cut the tension with a knife...or a shoulder mounted laser</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/2041846501975608697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/03/gentleman-pic-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/2041846501975608697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/2041846501975608697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/03/gentleman-pic-of-day.html' title='Gentleman Pic of The Day.'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiur7q2skC0c8qd7SkMK5iqutELdp2QvuOSuccceXo0gOYd54qR9ufr-NpNGiMYClvXbZOoRIyV_4RVAf2wfb-iHV5ALbSnOkvV9xlYdAlT_CXjsoWbizyQgIC5xhvnM24KLwexaOeVNgs/s72-c/alien_vs_predator_chess-992x696.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-909246646619943664</id><published>2011-03-09T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:00:50.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentleman of the Day: Mr. Feeny</title><summary type="text">Name: George FeenyLife: 1993-2000Romantic Interest: Teaching life lessonsQuote: &quot; No really, whats your name?...... Are you serious? What the hell kinda name is Topanga?&quot;Mr. Feeny is the perfect teacher. Except for the whole &quot;being next door neighbors&quot; thing, he is the educator we all wish we had. He&#39;s patient, wise, omniscient, and possibly British. If there was ever a problem; be it one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/909246646619943664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/03/gentleman-of-day-mr-feeny.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/909246646619943664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/909246646619943664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/03/gentleman-of-day-mr-feeny.html' title='Gentleman of the Day: Mr. Feeny'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvePJfcVM66MsmrCHWQGkdgXo14YavF76niazyd_91JVty-0e5_BGM436oNA56UVbHfwUtISVTWKspNJDj8FZBzdyvElxKRHp3JrfbcEZMK8Gec3_lib8RBLHZmmTpr7k9uGo1UtDlOsg/s72-c/feeny.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-7912266792121620522</id><published>2011-02-28T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T02:49:52.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Gentlemen VI: Vicious Lies!</title><summary type="text">Gentleman, we need to have a little chat. It has come to my attention that there are some of you out there who have been telling women that they look prettier without makeup on. Stop it. Stop it right god damn now. This type of nonsense is dangerous gentlemen and it is absolutely inexcusable. Now, I understand, lying to women is an honored tradition of gentlemen and douchbags alike. It’s the one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/7912266792121620522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-gentlemen-vi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/7912266792121620522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/7912266792121620522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-gentlemen-vi.html' title='For The Gentlemen VI: Vicious Lies!'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-352269634835030398</id><published>2011-01-12T22:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:14:22.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentleman Of The Day: Bill Nye</title><summary type="text">Name: William Sandford NyeRomantic interests: Science.Life: november 27 1955- infinity ( if he can make water stay in an upside down cup, he can damn sure discover the secret to immortality.)Famous Quote: &quot;Man, fuck the police&quot;Gentleman, we all know this man. He is the lone individual who kept our attention during elementary school. Between the constant threat of a female biological attack and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/352269634835030398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/01/name-william-sandford-nye-romantic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/352269634835030398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/352269634835030398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2011/01/name-william-sandford-nye-romantic.html' title='Gentleman Of The Day: Bill Nye'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw8BzF1DgEd7gaVmW6TpEd9HjG2_M4pS-qkQkIyrrx_CPlOj36SM3Xzv5285MZtJUGU0C9e8VIB1knaup_Hvd6E8Puym8chmB-g_egpvHPB1qH1NqpYNd6colDcI9rAmP9N2OV4iz6z_I/s72-c/lg_bumper_bnye.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-1540618664821884634</id><published>2010-11-29T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:42:48.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentleman Of The Day: Mr. Peanut</title><summary type="text">Name: Mr. Peanut (but you will refer to him as &quot;Sir&quot;)Life: Mr peanut has no beginning and no end. He simply is. Romantic Interest: Making slow, sweet, honey roasted love to your taste budsFamous Quote: His gentlemanliness is such that he has never required words. Mr peanut: Suave, debonair, lightly salted, and Dangerous.  all the things that true gentlemen aspire to be. Mr peanut has been the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/1540618664821884634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/11/name-mr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/1540618664821884634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/1540618664821884634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/11/name-mr.html' title='Gentleman Of The Day: Mr. Peanut'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeHtkUoUfeBAjWgNDzqgTRRWjcfw5A6JjTzVSdLRnvo4uXvei_F7VHBEqShNm5cIVpdPiOLeVCQjpX8hA9LVaqPDwhBNqrhcGFaOBPUGWaXnPRDHntSGzGF1YXG-If11NaSzNnHd-5nc/s72-c/mr_peanut.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-4397580744402500872</id><published>2010-10-29T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T04:19:24.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask A Gentleman</title><summary type="text">The Question: “I’d like to ask a gentleman, when defending a woman&#39;s honor, is there a preferred weapon for the gentleman? Should I use a classic weapon or a more modern one? If I use a sword, should I use a katana or a long sword? &quot;-Mr. Gibbons  The Answer:  Mr. Gibbons, thank you for that excellent question. First and foremost: a Gentleman never uses guns. Not  because of any rule or tradition,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/4397580744402500872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/ask-gentleman.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/4397580744402500872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/4397580744402500872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/ask-gentleman.html' title='Ask A Gentleman'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-3511543032618255190</id><published>2010-10-25T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:53:50.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOTD: Aragorn</title><summary type="text">Name: Aragorn, son of Arathorn II, son of Arador, son of Argonui, son of Arathorn I, son of Arassuil, son of Arahad II, son of Aravorn, son of Aragost, son of Arv-Pshh, screw this.   Life: 2931, of the Third Age -120 of the Fourth Age ( I&#39;m sure it makes sense somehow)  Romantic Interests: A Smokin hot elven princess; Arwen. (Although, there was that nasty rumor about a weekend in cabo with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/3511543032618255190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/gotd-aragorn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/3511543032618255190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/3511543032618255190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/gotd-aragorn.html' title='GOTD: Aragorn'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5R-O6Ftp1dBfL6HQxC_E5bDxvmWRwYV6OmNF8cZi2CPBaXn5aPr35K2O1F3Q9Z2OHTNGTpaizcB4RJOaAjQRA_7uDT_gvj-_d7Q9A4e8fdauy09urjQZWSJA19SVwQG3-Y_GfzyY_Og/s72-c/2003_The_Lord_of_the_Ring_The_Return_of_the_King_001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-6443209938221939975</id><published>2010-10-21T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:29:50.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Gentlemen V: A Gentleman at the Gas Pump</title><summary type="text"> A Gentleman never passes up an adventure. It doesn’t matter if it’s a treasure map, his father&#39;s diary that was mysteriously mailed to him shortly before his untimely disappearance, or a shady yet alluring woman that wanders into his office requiring his services as a private investigator. The True Gentleman seizes every opportunity to gain another great story and, if he&#39;s lucky, change the very</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/6443209938221939975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-gentlemen-v.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/6443209938221939975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/6443209938221939975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-gentlemen-v.html' title='For The Gentlemen V: A Gentleman at the Gas Pump'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-5596093428598334471</id><published>2010-10-19T02:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:46:13.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentleman of the Day: Obi Wan Kenobi</title><summary type="text">Obi Wan KenobiLife: more dead than you can possibly imagineRomantic Interests: ...R2D2?Famous quote: &quot; $%#@ my life....&quot;Obi Wan Kenobi is an elegant gentleman from a more civilized age. Whether he&#39;s impotently watching his master get murdered, training an extremely powerful Sith lord, or leading the losing side of  the clone wars, ( starting to wish you&#39;d picked someone else huh?) he comports </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/5596093428598334471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/gentleman-of-day-obi-wan-kenobi.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/5596093428598334471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/5596093428598334471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/gentleman-of-day-obi-wan-kenobi.html' title='Gentleman of the Day: Obi Wan Kenobi'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioN09qe4e0AYKz80HC-ARfH78nAEVmPWJAq4neF7SD6ahKgay_k9_hvz0qxuJp_wLyoLlaDqhyphenhyphen9X0uvZpvEIaWbW_bWp2EvSmLn2LnyHTbGrOff6gBtITaLUhBqhPB8Zb7HwgGWfVAQAU/s72-c/obi-wan-kenobi-01-large.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-675898523287504613</id><published>2010-10-18T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:54:57.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Salvation Army: The Art Garfunkle of Charities</title><summary type="text">Gentlemen, one of the great aspects of civilization and cultures is that of charity. Whether it be from people or organizations,the charity of a society stands as a testament to it&#39;s character. But some of you may be wondering: what is charity? where does it come from? how can i exploit it for my own gains? Can it be killed with conventional weaponry? All excellent questions. lets begin with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/675898523287504613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/salvation-army-art-garfunkle-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/675898523287504613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/675898523287504613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/salvation-army-art-garfunkle-of.html' title='The Salvation Army: The Art Garfunkle of Charities'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2YwVhqv4AME93AKnbgtYL4oIK-C9f2b2AduiGqAGSkSic45y2XIqqb26oRDbK_Yy85OblHN9Z8lsbljicGbUKG5_dsHP0ZUbLtIPXmQ3LQ4Vk65XmO2QQTwzoUwdvYtZyjwboB7UTo0M/s72-c/inquisition-wheel.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-6938564633962663433</id><published>2010-10-15T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:45:25.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentleman Of The Day: James Bond</title><summary type="text">James BondLife: has been 34 for the past 40 yearsRomantic Involvement: .......yes.Famous Quote: &quot; Just a stiffness coming on...in the shoulder&quot; James bond is without a doubt one of the greatest men ever to have never existed. He is the gentleman&#39;s gentleman. He is what every gentleman strives to be: adventurous, witty, borderline alcoholic, and up to his eyeballs in tang.His accomplishments </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/6938564633962663433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/gentleman-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/6938564633962663433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/6938564633962663433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/gentleman-of-day.html' title='Gentleman Of The Day: James Bond'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYe4WQgoQcHVQ5Np72ygHcAxbuPy4_C3aj-85pcbyCmAAemyNqJ0nRPSH6uiq2qD2qQ1XQifSYSTBvj0x1ayWvzVQm_XTMGuSXydBWNwY0a7s1NJ72BZNwr_X2NVZI6TuGEuTCC7hetE/s72-c/410w.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-8092310919975389517</id><published>2010-10-14T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:31:09.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Gentlemen IV: Lingerie Football</title><summary type="text">Gentlemen, i have no doubt that by now most of you got the email sent out by the World Gentlemen&#39;s Council and were told about the newest masturbation fodder to make it past the FCC. I&#39;m speaking of course about the LFL: Lingerie Football League. according to Wikipedia:&quot;The concept originated from the Super Bowl halftime alternative television special called the Lingerie Bowl which draws millions</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/8092310919975389517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-gentlemen-iv.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/8092310919975389517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/8092310919975389517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-gentlemen-iv.html' title='For The Gentlemen IV: Lingerie Football'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-9029895992892565787</id><published>2010-10-13T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:23:28.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentleman of the Day</title><summary type="text">Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore   Life: 1881-1997   Romantic Involvment: uuhh...............   Residence: Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry,Godric&#39;s Hollow, and your imagination.   Famous Quote: &quot;You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.&quot;   A.P.W.B.D. was a gentleman, scholar, and for lack of a better term: a total badass. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/9029895992892565787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/gentlemen-of-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/9029895992892565787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/9029895992892565787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/gentlemen-of-day.html' title='Gentleman of the Day'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFAvnntCRj_qmhNoYDOuevGyNpIziVa7Q_CfLLY94p3MSkewt-XIamHNf6Vk1IQpVbdCuy5Fn0rFNm6ZrJItP42dfYPT99WHKNLBOzH7azkJ3gvpWupnokxtiCdTtqVRhJ6si3xEDnjk/s72-c/harry_potter_hbp51.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-5664091743403526591</id><published>2010-10-09T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:32:15.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Gentlemen II: A Thought Occurs</title><summary type="text">Gentlemen,tonight I layed in bed (nude) and pondered the human condition. I pontificated over mankind&#39;s eternal pursuit of love and acceptance. How man is never satisfied with what he has and is always striving for more.I thought about the fine line between good and evil, and about all the evils of man and how even in the blackest soul of the most evil man in exsitence there always lies the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/5664091743403526591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-gentlemen-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/5664091743403526591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/5664091743403526591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-gentlemen-ii.html' title='For The Gentlemen II: A Thought Occurs'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-7533381682806773210</id><published>2010-10-09T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:32:48.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Gentlemen I: The Gentleman&#39;s Morning Piss</title><summary type="text"> Gentlemen, let me start of by getting something out of the way: Boobies. There. It’s been said and it’s on the table. Just take a moment and chuckle quietly to yourself.…..Done? Good. Now, on to business. If you’re like me there are times throughout your day when your male mind just wanders off without telling you where he&#39;s going, much like an A.D.D five year old at six flags. During these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/7533381682806773210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-gentlemen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/7533381682806773210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/7533381682806773210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-gentlemen.html' title='For The Gentlemen I: The Gentleman&#39;s Morning Piss'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951467020800224832.post-5231316784220064219</id><published>2010-10-09T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:21:52.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Gentlemen: A Valentines Day Special</title><summary type="text">Gentlemen, let me begin by saying: Testicles.  Just enjoy that for a moment, and have a nice chuckle. Done? Good. Now, I&#39;m afraid that I must be the bringer of bad tidings. That most irritating of holidays is almost upon us.  The one day of the year where we must go out and spend preposterously large amounts of money and time, to buy gifts with the sole purpose of proving to our girlfriends/wives</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/feeds/5231316784220064219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-gentlemen-valentines-day-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/5231316784220064219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951467020800224832/posts/default/5231316784220064219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthegents.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-gentlemen-valentines-day-special.html' title='For The Gentlemen: A Valentines Day Special'/><author><name>Editor in Chief: Gideon Wilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147218265693137947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>