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/><category term="jobs" /><category term="food" /><category term="dateable vs bangable" /><category term="prudish girlfriends" /><category term="flirting" /><category term="mind games" /><category term="dirty people" /><category term="writer's block" /><category term="needy guys" /><category term="fat" /><category term="coming out of the closet" /><category term="drugs" /><category term="threats" /><title>Life Tips to Steak Tips</title><subtitle type="html">Advice on any and everything that yo momma never gave ya.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifetipssteaktips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifetipssteaktips.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4223239708499029084/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587372081200254611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dsp6j7aCKgg/R_tEL4BXdqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xXLsiKO51_U/S220/propic.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</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/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LifeTipsToSteakTips" /><feedburner:info uri="lifetipstosteaktips" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EMQHw7eSp7ImA9WxFaFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4223239708499029084.post-2802145957529478990</id><published>2010-07-19T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:34:41.201-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-19T16:34:41.201-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="six flags" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer" /><title>Surviving Six Flags</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So since summer time is throwing heat wave after heat wave at us, I decided to do a non-traditional post and give you my own personal tips (based off of personal experience from Friday) on how to survive your next trip to Six Flags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ENJOY, YA FLOOZIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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I'm also pretty sure the FBI is gonna show up at my door now since I used the bomb so many times in one sentence. Anyway, onto the question...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey Jadd. I'm a college student and have been into girls for the last few years, but I always covered it up as bi-curious. Well, college has made me realize I'm a full-blown lesbian (the lipstick kind, not the butch kind in case you're wondering). Anyway, my younger sister knows and when we were fighting a couple months ago, she told them that I was dating someone but didn't tell them it was a girl, and now they want to meet her. How should I break the news that it's a girl before they meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you seriously have to write me a f*cking book to ask one simple question? Anyway...first off, your sister is a total assh*le. Like, I get being in an argument with someone and being pissed and throwing them under the bus about stuff you normally wouldn't, but your sister is a Grade A C*nt Kabob for doing that to you. But karma's a bitch, so she'll probably get knocked up by some random dude who's gonna bail on her and the kid, so whatever, she'll get hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, just straight up be honest with them. Sit them down and be like "Look, I love you Mom and Dad, but I also love the cooch." (Obviously don't use those exact words, but you get what I'm saying.) They're your parents, and unless they're total asshats like your c*ck-mongel of a sister, they'll love you either way. That's not to say they won't choke on their asparagus or spit out their wine, but they SHOULD base their love for you on who you are, not what organ you decide to have sex with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, if they're total homophobes about it and disown you, then that's your fault for asking me instead of someone who's had to come out of the closet before. But really, if your parents seem happy for you because you've found someone that treats you right and makes you happy, then they should have no problem with it. You know, once they realize that the giggling they heard from behind your bedroom door all those years wasn't you and your lady friend playing My Little Pony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4223239708499029084-510005581672759055?l=lifetipssteaktips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Cr7BvFT_xmjGie1VdF6_AmQ5CNI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Cr7BvFT_xmjGie1VdF6_AmQ5CNI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeTipsToSteakTips/~4/NZD3UV8Ik9s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifetipssteaktips.blogspot.com/feeds/510005581672759055/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifetipssteaktips.blogspot.com/2010/04/coming-out-to-family.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4223239708499029084/posts/default/510005581672759055?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4223239708499029084/posts/default/510005581672759055?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeTipsToSteakTips/~3/NZD3UV8Ik9s/coming-out-to-family.html" title="Coming out to the family" /><author><name>Jadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11587372081200254611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dsp6j7aCKgg/R_tEL4BXdqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xXLsiKO51_U/S220/propic.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dsp6j7aCKgg/S9hcRyKyJYI/AAAAAAAAI-A/34LqMpfaeVY/s72-c/cruel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifetipssteaktips.blogspot.com/2010/04/coming-out-to-family.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QGQHYzcCp7ImA9WxFRFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4223239708499029084.post-4893600204804311257</id><published>2010-04-28T11:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:42:01.888-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-28T11:42:01.888-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dumb chicks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship problems" /><title>Girls kissing</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dsp6j7aCKgg/S9hVfqDxuWI/AAAAAAAAI94/YLAegS88LsI/s1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465212150168533346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dsp6j7aCKgg/S9hVfqDxuWI/AAAAAAAAI94/YLAegS88LsI/s400/girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul has a question about his girlfriend's fondness of...other girls. (Score!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo man, sometimes when my chick gets wasted she makes out with other girls and it's startin to kinda piss me off. Am I overreacting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh...yes and no, but tt kinda depends who she's kissing and how often. If she gets drunk with her friends and all them broads are just joking around and they plant one on each other, then I say no big deal really. Because honestly, what drunk girl friends DON'T kiss each other when they're drunk? Besides, usually it's a one and done kinda thing anyway. But if she's walking around the bar making out with random broads and slobbering all over them, then yeah, I say you have every right to be pissed. It's one thing to peck a friend, it's another thing to suck on some random person's tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More clear example? I dated a broad once (who inevitably turned out to be a huge c*nt, but that's besides the point) who pecked her twin sister on the lips for a couple seconds one night while we were out. I laughed. But if she would've gone up to some random chicks and done that -- yeah, not cool. And quite honestly, your girlfriend sounds like a slampig, because most chicks kiss each other just for attention -- GUYS attention. So basically, you have an attention whore of a girlfriend, and you should probably drop her dumb ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4223239708499029084-4893600204804311257?l=lifetipssteaktips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(Not in the insult sense, but in the actual lack-of-penis-between-your-legs sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My boyfriend's best friend is a girl, and she's pretty attractive and stuff. Whenever we all hang out, they always hug each other hello and goodbye and joke around and laugh/smile at each other a lot. I think they're hooking up behind my back. What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; You should jam on the brakes at the corner of Hold the F*ck On Avenue and You're An Idiotard Lane. Seriously? Is this an actual serious question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look broad, I'm gonna tell you and every other chick in the world this ONCE -- guys are allowed to have close friends that happen to have breasticular fortitude and NOT feel the need to hook up with them. On top of that, they're allowed to have friends that are f*cking sexy and look better than you in a bikini WITHOUT immediately having to deal with the whole "YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME" bullsh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your issues with them -- that they hug each other when they're saying hello and goodbye and that they joke around? THAT'S WHY THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS, YOU ASS-NUGGET!! Look, I'll be the first one to admit that there are some total assh*le guys out there that d*ck around with chicks (and in return, you broads like to screw with us at the same time), but generally if a dude doesn't want to be in a relationship, HE WON'T BE. And if you're biggest issue with your boyfriend is that he hugs his best friend when they say hello, then you have bigger problems to deal with -- like you're psychoticness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lay back and chill on it and don't keep assuming they're banging or else you're gonna drive yourself insane (well, MORE insane) and totally push your boyfriend away, and then you'll end up single and bitch about that for 3 months. So seriously, let the dude have his friends and trust him...unless he's given you a reason to not trust him, in which case...yeah, he's probably throwing it in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4223239708499029084-2630119895281131759?l=lifetipssteaktips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Let's pause from this post for a second...who wants to take a bet that this chick has spread her legs for half her town already without her boyfriend knowing? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead serious on this...screw the friend question. Guys get such a bad rap for either not being deep enough with their girl (emotionally...get your head outta the gutter ya virgin), wanting to spend "too much time" with the boys, or getting the ever-popular "he's such an assh*le" label, but this broad can sit there and be like "Yup. I'm in a relationship with a dude that I don't like anymore, but I'm just in it because I got nothing better to do so I'm gonna waste his time" -- and girls like this get sympathy all the time. No, f*ck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that I'm done verbally ripping this girl apart more than I rip apart my oversized lobsters during the summer, I'll get to the question. As far as mutual friends go, well...they gotta realize that it's still cool to be friends with both of you. And I'm sure they're down with it, because no one really wants to get in the middle of any drama between 2 people (of course, you'll always have the drama queens that get pissed when you don't take their side, but f*ck 'em.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can already tell you what's gonna happen because I'm that damn good. All the lady mutual friends are gonna side with you, because vaginas stick together like Steve-O's ass cheeks when he got them pierced together (crazy mother f*cker), and all the fella mutual friends are gonna side with your boyfriend because of what a total assbag you're being. Plus in all honesty, you sound like you're a big enough bag of suck that they haven't liked you for a while, and have already gone through the mourning process of your friendship being over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You c*nt kabob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4223239708499029084-6758287643353019087?l=lifetipssteaktips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Whammy.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer has a question about her friends' relationship that is the opposite of healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm friends with a couple... but was friends with each separately before their relationship so i have an individual loyalty to both. i know it's on the rocks and they're on their way out (they both cheated, and i think he's waiting till he finds someone before he breaks it off with her)... but she doesn't wanna accept that it's ending. i'm pretty sure she's trying to get pregnant cause she thinks that'll make them stay together. should i tell the guy? cause on one hand she's being devious... but on the other hand he's sticking around for the sex and isn't being extra careful knowing he wants to leave her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Ya know, this situation sounds so f*cked up that normally I'd say you should just lay back, break out the extra-buttered popcorn, and enjoy the show. But the chick in this relationship is being a total c*nt-kabob. I'm not saying the dude is an angel, because he clearly reeks of a bag of suck (and probably fat women's vaginas), but his cheating isn't affecting their future (because let's be real, their future is a breakup...he's just adding to it.) But this chick is trying to trap him by getting knocked up so she's like "Oh hey by the way I have your tadpole swimming in my vagina-egg sooooo now we're tied together for life. YAYZ I WINZ!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm usually a wiseass, but bringing a kid into this world for the sole purpose of trying to keep a relationship together is just a move that reeks of salty twats. Like I said, normally I'd say just watch the entertainment happen, but this is a whole new level of chick psychoticness -- I'd say tell the dude to stop railing her or to at least wrap his herpes stick. Yeah, you don't wanna get in the middle, but just imagine the f*ckload of drama you're gonna have if that bitch actually DOES get knocked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not to mention he sounds like a big enough c*ckbag that he'd dropkick her in the stomach just to make her lose the baby.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4223239708499029084-1965094263232201985?l=lifetipssteaktips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My boyfriend recently decided ton ame his penis "mommy." So he'll sit there and say stuff like "Ohhh I can't wait til my hard momma is inside of you" and "Yeah come on mommy make her explode." It's kinda freaking me out. What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Simple. Call your best friend (guy or girl, doesn't matter) to go over to your place. Once they get there, the 2 of you go out to your car and open one of the doors. Once it's open, you get on your knees and put your head halfway inside the car so that your ear is against the edge of it. Then, have your friend shut the door as hard as he/she can on your head. With any luck, it'll either: 1) Knock some sense into you, or 2) Split your head open and give you a concussion. But hopefully, you 3) End up getting brain damage and aren't able to type questions into my blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, dump this freak. Not even for the fact that he calls his d*ck "mommy" -- which is disturbing enough by itself. But the fact that he actually came up with a name for his penis on his own makes him a f*cking idiot. I can't even come up with a word that makes him sounds a f*cking brainlessly stupid and idiotarded as he actually is. What dude in his right mind names his own d*ck? The fact that he thought his d*ck actually needed a name makes me wanna take a pitchfork and stab him in the daddyspot with it. If there's ANY time a dude's penis has a name, it should be given by his chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If he thinks it's a turn on for you to hear "Give her an orgasm, Mommy" -- well, I'd congratulate you on taking someone's virginity, but it's clear Momma Bear already took care of that for her baby boy. Run...fast. Seriously...get the f*ck outta there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4223239708499029084-8870826993235538133?l=lifetipssteaktips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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