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Be worried, America. For years a sinister threat has been creeping through our neighborhoods, waging war on all the good, decent, hardworking values we as Americans hold so dear to our hearts. There's true strife in this nation these days, and it's affecting some of our fellow Americans severely. Finally, Attorney General Eric Holder has stepped forward and done something dramatic: He's asking 
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This is the weirdest thing you'll see all day.





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I play Dungeons &amp;amp; Dragons once a week with friends, because at the age of 29 I realized I had not been mercilessly ridiculed enough in my life. Anyway, it makes for a late night and since my wife is up at the ass crack of dawn every morning to get to culinary school, she's usually asleep when I get home. I tried sneaking into bed without waking her up last night when the following transpired:



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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lvrj5-1CRdUHccei_jTFL64kgaA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lvrj5-1CRdUHccei_jTFL64kgaA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~4/j8KpwhVLrU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.randallcleveland.com/2011/10/quick-lesson-in-business-pr-help-your.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcNSX4_eSp7ImA9WhdXEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071651270739019502.post-6516996186762874322</id><published>2011-08-22T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T21:01:38.041-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-22T21:01:38.041-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gordon ramsay" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food network" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i am pathetic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooking" /><title>My Pitch for a Cooking Show</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.randallcleveland.com/feeds/6516996186762874322/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8071651270739019502&amp;postID=6516996186762874322&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/6516996186762874322?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/6516996186762874322?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~3/koROeT8KO-8/my-pitch-for-cooking-show.html" title="My Pitch for a Cooking Show" /><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17463607547778227562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0uGlsG-oQA/TMDSHStB6CI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OhLqAUzymRE/S220/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+4.51.42+PM.png" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Forget all this Gordon Ramsay bullshit. I want a cooking show I can relate to. I don't want to see someone with more culinary talent and ability than I'll ever have perfecting recipes I'll never attempt; I want to see someone on a budget and under a time crunch.
Like, for example, a show could follow a guy as he tries to grill some salmon, runs out of propane while pre-heating the grill and has 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VXbrMVgwOx2oTaJbdOYJqQZDqqM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VXbrMVgwOx2oTaJbdOYJqQZDqqM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~4/koROeT8KO-8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.randallcleveland.com/2011/08/my-pitch-for-cooking-show.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMCSXg_cSp7ImA9WhdUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071651270739019502.post-8088192686398142910</id><published>2011-07-29T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:51:08.649-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T16:51:08.649-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fishing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alaska" /><title>North to Alaska! Part 1</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.randallcleveland.com/feeds/8088192686398142910/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8071651270739019502&amp;postID=8088192686398142910&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/8088192686398142910?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/8088192686398142910?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~3/04XnHPEAz9c/north-to-alaska-part-1.html" title="North to Alaska! Part 1" /><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17463607547778227562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0uGlsG-oQA/TMDSHStB6CI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OhLqAUzymRE/S220/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+4.51.42+PM.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSnocd8qW9I/TjM-sP3cF0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ihu2SUo7Y1A/s72-c/AK-USA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">"You really need to come up there. It's beautiful." Every summer, before she leaves for fishing season, my wife and I have some variation of this conversation. It's pretty weird that she spends three months out of the year somewhere else I've never been or seen, and I have no real idea what her job is like. So this year we finally had things together enough financially and I had the vacation days
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For any other human being, this isn't a chore. 
 
For 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ZYTxv5TUpnR5IWaUS0BeouCPOY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ZYTxv5TUpnR5IWaUS0BeouCPOY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~4/E87xMW79wg0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.randallcleveland.com/2011/06/i-dont-need-no-stinking-lanyard.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HQn8_fCp7ImA9WhZUEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071651270739019502.post-497328211933100069</id><published>2011-06-02T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T16:38:53.144-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-02T16:38:53.144-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eating shit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bombing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stand-up" /><title>Eatin' Shit. Eatin' Shit So Hard.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.randallcleveland.com/feeds/497328211933100069/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8071651270739019502&amp;postID=497328211933100069&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/497328211933100069?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/497328211933100069?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~3/eC59I_Ev4kA/eatin-shit-eatin-shit-so-hard.html" title="Eatin' Shit. Eatin' Shit So Hard." /><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17463607547778227562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0uGlsG-oQA/TMDSHStB6CI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OhLqAUzymRE/S220/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+4.51.42+PM.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/avvyPqiauew/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I don't know why, but I have this weird masochistic streak in me where I love, absolutely LOVE, to watch terrible, awful, horrible performances. Mainly stand-up, since that's what I'm really into, but I'll sit through a seven minute video of some shitty garage band mutilating a Metallica song just to soak up the awfulness. I subscribe to Daniel Songer AND James William Gregory Jr. on YouTube, for
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Sorry Mom. I know Mother's Day is coming up and all, but Ancestry.Com has ordered me to kill you.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-bPNjAcMD1F9pVprVqsBjCtKOPk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-bPNjAcMD1F9pVprVqsBjCtKOPk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~4/BSc5jR-1COA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.randallcleveland.com/2011/04/out-customer-servicing-customer-service.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQERH48fCp7ImA9WhZRFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071651270739019502.post-566546763111622492</id><published>2011-04-12T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:18:25.074-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-12T16:18:25.074-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cunts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="open mic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seattle comedy" /><title>So This Happened Last Night</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.randallcleveland.com/feeds/566546763111622492/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8071651270739019502&amp;postID=566546763111622492&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/566546763111622492?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/566546763111622492?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~3/-JUN4Iv7Drc/so-this-happened-last-night.html" title="So This Happened Last Night" /><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17463607547778227562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0uGlsG-oQA/TMDSHStB6CI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OhLqAUzymRE/S220/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+4.51.42+PM.png" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I went to an open mic at a place I've never been to and paid my $5 to get in. They hand you a little generic raffle ticket just to show you've paid, except because I walked in right after a woman the ticket guy assumed I was with her and handed her two tickets. "Oh sorry," he said, "just get it from her."

Now I don't know why he refused to just give me another ticket. They weren't actually 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Be1Af32rIjcC92hIk9vhYf-MvAo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Be1Af32rIjcC92hIk9vhYf-MvAo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~4/-JUN4Iv7Drc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.randallcleveland.com/2011/04/so-this-happened-last-night.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4GQnkyeCp7ImA9WhZSFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071651270739019502.post-7330628126395015825</id><published>2011-03-29T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:52:03.790-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-30T09:52:03.790-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="screech" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dustin diamond" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life after the bell" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mr. belding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lisa turtle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zack morris" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ac slater" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saved by the bell" /><title>Life After the Bell: Samuel "Screech" Powers</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.randallcleveland.com/feeds/7330628126395015825/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8071651270739019502&amp;postID=7330628126395015825&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/7330628126395015825?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/7330628126395015825?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~3/CzZxVCozh3o/life-after-bell-samuel-screech-powers.html" title="Life After the Bell: Samuel &quot;Screech&quot; Powers" /><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17463607547778227562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0uGlsG-oQA/TMDSHStB6CI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OhLqAUzymRE/S220/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+4.51.42+PM.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDmR9dYfuzc/TZI4j0fQAeI/AAAAAAAAATg/IPCM6bzT8FQ/s72-c/screech6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Continuing my examination of what happened to the characters of Saved by the Bell once the lights turned off.




People have commented that my series on Saved by the Bell Characters has been pretty morbid, and to be honest I have to agree. I'm not sure why they turn out that way either. It's not like they're well-researched, re-written manuscripts. The creative process tends to be, "Oh shit, I 
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See, their instruments got stolen so they had to improvise using their smartphones to play their hit single from the highly-anticipated album coming soon to blah blah whatever no one gives a
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Ah, little Lisa Turtle, Fashionista of Bayside and token minority. When she wasn't fighting off the unwanted advances of Screech Powers, she was showing off her money with "totally outrageous" outfits not seen outside a San Bernadino mall in the late '80s. She was, aside from Slater, the
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9I1WrY_ZWcMKWpVacqyKV1rzwaM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9I1WrY_ZWcMKWpVacqyKV1rzwaM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~4/CvpwtUVXBR0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.randallcleveland.com/2011/02/life-after-bell-lisa-turtle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EMRHc8eyp7ImA9Wx9XF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071651270739019502.post-4069893583436112080</id><published>2011-01-10T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:21:25.973-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-10T15:21:25.973-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new car" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="camaro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cthulhu" /><title>Maybe It Heard Us?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.randallcleveland.com/feeds/4069893583436112080/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8071651270739019502&amp;postID=4069893583436112080&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/4069893583436112080?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/4069893583436112080?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~3/LX_v3zbRHTU/maybe-it-heard-us.html" title="Maybe It Heard Us?" /><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17463607547778227562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0uGlsG-oQA/TMDSHStB6CI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OhLqAUzymRE/S220/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+4.51.42+PM.png" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Ever since Kat and I got together one thing has never changed: Kat's undying hatred of our car. I bought the Camaro in 2004 after my last car literally caught fire, lost its brakes, and hit one of those little boxes you put 75 cents in to get a newspaper.

And at the time, being 23, it was awesome. I had a sports car! With T-TOPS! Sure, the first week I had it I spun it around in the snow on the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F8NEp0MKn1rhh74asBKPPuG8WiA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F8NEp0MKn1rhh74asBKPPuG8WiA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~4/LX_v3zbRHTU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.randallcleveland.com/2011/01/maybe-it-heard-us.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEBRXk-eip7ImA9Wx9SEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071651270739019502.post-7252586423204912066</id><published>2010-12-01T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:04:14.752-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-01T20:04:14.752-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brunch" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="public restrooms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pooping" /><title>This is Why I Hate Public Bathrooms</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.randallcleveland.com/feeds/7252586423204912066/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8071651270739019502&amp;postID=7252586423204912066&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/7252586423204912066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/7252586423204912066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~3/p8UtufY256U/this-is-why-i-hate-public-bathrooms.html" title="This is Why I Hate Public Bathrooms" /><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17463607547778227562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0uGlsG-oQA/TMDSHStB6CI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OhLqAUzymRE/S220/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+4.51.42+PM.png" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Kat and I got back into town Saturday night after visiting her family in Hawaii for Thanksgiving. We'd been gone for a week so the fridge was particularly bare. When we woke up Sunday feeling a little hungover from traveling, the prospect of hitting up the grocery store was a little more than either of us wanted to deal with, so I was able to convince Kat to go to brunch with me.
Kat hates eating
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G2VU0bjP2huDX1krIQcek2FUUcM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G2VU0bjP2huDX1krIQcek2FUUcM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~4/p8UtufY256U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.randallcleveland.com/2010/12/this-is-why-i-hate-public-bathrooms.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYMR3g4fSp7ImA9Wx5bGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071651270739019502.post-8825337090413504753</id><published>2010-11-03T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:53:06.635-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-03T09:53:06.635-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POKEMON" /><title>Do You Love Pokemon?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.randallcleveland.com/feeds/8825337090413504753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8071651270739019502&amp;postID=8825337090413504753&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/8825337090413504753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8071651270739019502/posts/default/8825337090413504753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeWithRandy/~3/S6w9htHPgxg/do-you-love-pokemon.html" title="Do You Love Pokemon?" /><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17463607547778227562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0uGlsG-oQA/TMDSHStB6CI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OhLqAUzymRE/S220/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+4.51.42+PM.png" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">You don't love it as much as this guy. He fuckin' LOVES him some motherfuckin' Pokemon.
PIKACHU WHOOP YO' ASS!

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Okay, A friend. Any friend.
So when my co-worker Luke invited me to a weekly game night he's a part of, I was excited. My other work pals Josh, Matthew and Matt (no relation) were also attending, and I was happy at the prospect 
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I'm not sure how her boobs make a sound like a table saw, or how razor blades spinning at roughly the speed of a lamp pull string can disintegrate a chair like that. 
And if your mission is to wield razors dangling from your nipples in order to stop or incapacitate a French super-spy, shouldn't you, like, do something to him once 
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Near as I can tell they don't show up when you click the actual entry link, but fuck they're annoying. Anyone know how I can remove them or what I should even be looking 
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