<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406508704536072299</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Sep 2024 09:36:11 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>About</category><category>Green Day</category><category>Jimmy The Bartender</category><category>annoyed</category><category>birthday</category><category>boss</category><category>canned</category><category>ex</category><category>good buddy</category><category>guy at work</category><category>jokes</category><category>maintain the friendship?</category><category>marriage.</category><category>move back</category><category>parents</category><category>team mates</category><category>wedding ring</category><category>works</category><title>jimmy the bartender</title><description>ask jimmy about girl, work and all the guy wisdom</description><link>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406508704536072299.post-3132382920520598065</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 03:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T12:30:13.258+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">good buddy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">maintain the friendship?</category><title>I have to lay off a good buddy at the office. How do I do it and maintain the friendship?</title><description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D61226&quot;&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;First off, big guy, here&#39;s a reminder of what the scrum below you is doing nonstop: panicking and gossiping. Every time you hold a closed-door meeting, rumors spread. So nip them early. Remind people that this is the time for professionalism. You&#39;re at work, not in high school. Livelihoods are on the line. And when you do know something, tell your staff before they hear it from Lucy Loose Lips down the hall. That&#39;ll lower anxiety and raise their respect for you. Everyone knows the economy&#39;s a dump; they just want to be treated with respect. So after you deliver the blow to your friend, make plans to meet up in a few days so he doesnâ€™t think everything about your relationship is over. Name a time and a favorite bar. And tell him you&#39;re buying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-to-lay-off-good-buddy-at-office.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406508704536072299.post-2814886250142590268</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-12T01:29:11.441+08:00</atom:updated><title>I play tennis with my girlfriend&#39;s dad, and I give him a lot of line calls. Smart move, or bad form?</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D61226&quot;&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;Remember when Obama&#39;s people compared him to his basketball style? Team player, good D, takes the open shot. On and on. They think playing sports shows a person&#39;s true nature. And yours, my friend, is coming dangerously close to yes-man territory. Her dad wants to win, but he doesn&#39;t want it handed to him. So show him what you&#39;re made of. Stay cool and compete. Enjoy the challenge. That makes you worth his daughter&#39;s trust.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-play-tennis-with-my-girlfriends-dad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406508704536072299.post-738078154978419031</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T00:39:14.983+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boss</category><title>My boss and I had some beers after work, and he got sloppy and promised me big things. Can I hold him to it?</title><description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D61226&quot;&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;I&#39;m guessing you&#39;ve never made a drunken promise. Good for you. More people should be that way. If women delivered on every liquor-laced thing they&#39;ve pledged to me over the years, life would&#39;ve turned out different. Also, I&#39;d be a polygamist. Point is, drinkers often say what they&#39;re feeling, even if they can&#39;t act on it. So consider your boss&#39;s raving a sign that he likes your work. He may not have the budget to reward you, so don&#39;t push him. Just keep working hard. He&#39;ll notice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-boss-and-i-had-some-beers-after-work.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406508704536072299.post-3799756715009645938</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 20:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T04:03:59.794+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wedding ring</category><title>My girlfriend has a picture of a wedding ring on her desktop. We haven&#39;t talked marriage. Should I be worried?</title><description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D61226&quot;&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;Have you checked her apartment for bridal magazines? Maybe her Outlook calendar has some blocked-out dates a couple of years from now? Wait, stop sweating. That stuff may mean nothing. There&#39;s nothing wrong with a woman who dreams of marriage -- some gals love that stuff. Your job is to sift through the signals and decide whether it&#39;s just a wedding she wants, or a wedding with you. Then act accordingly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-girlfriend-has-picture-of-wedding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406508704536072299.post-7385593437495878645</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-03T23:01:35.224+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">annoyed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guy at work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">team mates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">works</category><title>When guys at work are annoyed, they send e-mails. Can I make them talk to me instead?</title><description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D61226&quot;&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;Yes, and you should. As soon as a rant hits your inbox, walk over to the dude&#39;s desk and ask him to clarify. Even if it was totally clear. Even if he was right. Don&#39;t be immature or confrontational, but force him to talk -- and squirm, if necessary. When he learns that he can work better with you in person (or that his e-mails make you walk over to him anyway), the computer will seem less efficient.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-guys-at-work-are-annoyed-they-send.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406508704536072299.post-5894732843226374338</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 09:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T17:37:44.268+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jokes</category><title>Ex joke.</title><description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;My girlfriend told me a running joke she had with her ex, and now she seems to want me to play along. Should I?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right;line-height:normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;Rajat, Los Gatos, CA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D61226&quot;&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;Hold on a second. I need to go to the back for two bottles of liquor, a bag of ice, and your balls. Why don&#39;t you just dance to &quot;their&quot; song, wear &quot;his&quot; cologne, and have the dude come over and cuddle with the two of you? Don&#39;t be an idiot. Couples should talk about their exes -- what they learned, how they failed, all that crap -- but there&#39;s a difference between remembering the good times and being wistful about them. Tell her you respect her past, but you need to know that she&#39;s not still living in it. Then find something the two of you -- and only the two of you  -- can share.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/ex-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406508704536072299.post-7717696497674734169</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 09:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T17:36:49.183+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">canned</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">move back</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parents</category><title>Canned</title><description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;I was canned, so I have to move back in with my parents. How can I survive this hell?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right;line-height:normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;Stu, Norwood, OH&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D61226&quot;&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;Free housing and home-cooked meals? Good lord, what else will those demons put you through? Listen, brother, you&#39;re lucky: You need a bailout, and your parents can give you one. It&#39;s not glamorous, but neither is your bud&#39;s Cheetos-stained couch. You wouldn&#39;t bring a woman home to that, either. So suck it up. Save some money. Look for a new job. If you act like an adult -- help out around the house, make dinner once a week, whatever -- your parents will treat you like one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/canned.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406508704536072299.post-8106810136340849683</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 09:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T17:35:54.442+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Green Day</category><title>Green day stuff.</title><description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;I used to love Green Day, and my friends still buy me the band&#39;s stuff for birthdays. But I&#39;ve moved on. How do I stop them?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right;line-height:normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;Al, Quincy, MA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D61226&quot;&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black&quot;&gt;Hey, I still like Green Day. But this kind of thing happens a lot, Al. One year, someone bought my little niece a toy monkey, she cooed, and now every birthday is plagued with the stupid things. But people are just trying to be nice. Don&#39;t tell them you hated their last 5 years&#39; worth of gifts. Instead, casually play some new favorite tunes for your buddies. Or mention how one band does something better than Green Day. The guys will catch on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/green-day-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406508704536072299.post-2421287118500820272</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 09:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T17:33:54.822+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">About</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jimmy The Bartender</category><title>About Jimmy The Bartender</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7VVUpykbj_A/Skx-2ZbiJoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EvXZhPelUaw/s1600-h/3draghell00.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7VVUpykbj_A/Skx-2ZbiJoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EvXZhPelUaw/s400/3draghell00.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353793530041083522&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; &quot;&gt;Jimmy the Bartender® offers advice on women, work, and other stuff that screws up men&#39;s lives. 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