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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406508704536072299</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 06:45:20 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>guy at work</category><category>parents</category><category>jokes</category><category>boss</category><category>Green Day</category><category>ex</category><category>team mates</category><category>birthday</category><category>wedding ring</category><category>works</category><category>annoyed</category><category>Jimmy The Bartender</category><category>move back</category><category>About</category><category>marriage.</category><category>canned</category><category>good buddy</category><category>maintain the friendship?</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><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/JimmyTheBartender" /><feedburner:info uri="jimmythebartender" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>JimmyTheBartender</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><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#">maintain the friendship?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">good buddy</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="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;First off, big guy, here'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'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'll lower anxiety and raise their respect for you. Everyone knows the economy'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're buying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406508704536072299-3132382920520598065?l=jimmythebartender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~4/Q9bUpSBTqXQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~3/Q9bUpSBTqXQ/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><feedburner:origLink>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-to-lay-off-good-buddy-at-office.html</feedburner:origLink></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'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="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Remember when Obama'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's true nature. And yours, my friend, is coming dangerously close to yes-man territory. Her dad wants to win, but he doesn't want it handed to him. So show him what you're made of. Stay cool and compete. Enjoy the challenge. That makes you worth his daughter's trust.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406508704536072299-2814886250142590268?l=jimmythebartender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~4/vo-hKhNsSuk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~3/vo-hKhNsSuk/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><feedburner:origLink>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-play-tennis-with-my-girlfriends-dad.html</feedburner:origLink></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="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;I'm guessing you've never made a drunken promise. Good for you. More people should be that way. If women delivered on every liquor-laced thing they've pledged to me over the years, life would've turned out different. Also, I'd be a polygamist. Point is, drinkers often say what they're feeling, even if they can't act on it. So consider your boss's raving a sign that he likes your work. He may not have the budget to reward you, so don't push him. Just keep working hard. He'll notice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406508704536072299-738078154978419031?l=jimmythebartender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~4/QvWxAaEahbw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~3/QvWxAaEahbw/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><feedburner:origLink>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-boss-and-i-had-some-beers-after-work.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">wedding ring</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage.</category><title>My girlfriend has a picture of a wedding ring on her desktop. We haven't talked marriage. Should I be worried?</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&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'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'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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406508704536072299-3799756715009645938?l=jimmythebartender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~4/l592TskTqdE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~3/l592TskTqdE/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><feedburner:origLink>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-girlfriend-has-picture-of-wedding.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">works</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guy at work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">team mates</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="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Yes, and you should. As soon as a rant hits your inbox, walk over to the dude's desk and ask him to clarify. Even if it was totally clear. Even if he was right. Don'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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406508704536072299-7385593437495878645?l=jimmythebartender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~4/dH9FT6EnVTw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~3/dH9FT6EnVTw/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><feedburner:origLink>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-guys-at-work-are-annoyed-they-send.html</feedburner:origLink></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="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="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"&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="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Rajat, Los Gatos, CA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&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't you just dance to "their" song, wear "his" cologne, and have the dude come over and cuddle with the two of you? Don't be an idiot. Couples should talk about their exes -- what they learned, how they failed, all that crap -- but there'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'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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406508704536072299-5894732843226374338?l=jimmythebartender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~4/0kvF50vCy5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~3/0kvF50vCy5I/ex-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/ex-joke.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">parents</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">canned</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">move back</category><title>Canned</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="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"&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="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Stu, Norwood, OH&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Free housing and home-cooked meals? Good lord, what else will those demons put you through? Listen, brother, you're lucky: You need a bailout, and your parents can give you one. It's not glamorous, but neither is your bud's Cheetos-stained couch. You wouldn'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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406508704536072299-7717696497674734169?l=jimmythebartender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~4/BUzA3xEYB5Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~3/BUzA3xEYB5Q/canned.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/canned.html</feedburner:origLink></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="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;I used to love Green Day, and my friends still buy me the band's stuff for birthdays. But I'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="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Al, Quincy, MA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:8.15pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&gt;Jimmy The Bartender® answers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="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"&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't tell them you hated their last 5 years' 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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406508704536072299-8106810136340849683?l=jimmythebartender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~4/zptaTN3NEQA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~3/zptaTN3NEQA/green-day-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/green-day-stuff.html</feedburner:origLink></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="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7VVUpykbj_A/Skx-2ZbiJoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EvXZhPelUaw/s1600-h/3draghell00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7VVUpykbj_A/Skx-2ZbiJoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EvXZhPelUaw/s400/3draghell00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353793530041083522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Jimmy the Bartender® offers advice on women, work, and other stuff that screws up men's lives. If you've got a nagging question you just can't solve, let Jimmy set you straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406508704536072299-2421287118500820272?l=jimmythebartender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~4/U0_OuORzl_Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JimmyTheBartender/~3/U0_OuORzl_Q/about-jimmy-bartender.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Engineer on site is Ir Mohd Fahmie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7VVUpykbj_A/Skx-2ZbiJoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EvXZhPelUaw/s72-c/3draghell00.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jimmythebartender.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-jimmy-bartender.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

