<?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-36652144</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2024 15:01:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>That&#39;s Just Crazy Talk</title><description>True stories about my life with a little fabrication, sarcasm and humor. If you like reading insignicant crap that really does nothing for you but waste your time...then rock on!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Click Icon below to subscribe through a News Feeder&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/ThatsJustCrazyTalk&quot; title=&quot;Subscribe to my feed&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-1264123838813931998</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 20:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-20T13:19:24.506-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Vending Machine AnxietyOh, the vending machine...one of life&#39;s little treats. Just when you think that you will go without food or drink for a long time because you&#39;re at the office or nodding off in an emergency waiting room, you come across a big rectangle machine filled with treats.Although the potato chips are in smaller bags, the chewing gum is stale and everything seems to be grossly </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2008/06/vending-machine-anxiety-oh-vending.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-7946262093109553451</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-07T10:22:56.231-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">QuitchaBitchinMost people believe America&#39;s favorite past time is baseball...others believe it is letting our children gnaw on some newly painted toys made from China. I&#39;m here to prove those theories wrong by listing evidence based on facts...that I&#39;ve most likely made up. America&#39;s favorite past time is BITCHING. Or as they say in England, America&#39;s favourite past time is BITCHING. Of course, </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/12/quitcha-bithin-most-people-believe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-1529137509699755046</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-07T09:44:20.042-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Default Open MouthThere are various types of people in this world. Some are old, some are young, some are hairy, some are cannibals and some are just gay. I am going to talk about a certain type of person that I would like to refer to as someone with Default Open Mouth Syndrome or DOM&#39;s. Recently, my wife came into contact with a DOM and I just saw one walking down the street which inspired me to</atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/12/default-open-mouth-there-are-various.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-8179868616145059305</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-31T11:31:59.041-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Rhythm Nation 2007A lot of people consider the weekends a time to kick back, relax, have a few adult beverages and maybe go out for a night on the town. Last Friday night was no different. A bunch of my friends got together to go out for a few drinks and have a bunch of fun. Little did we know our night was going to have a bit of drama added to it.Note: Names have been changed to protect the not </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/10/rhythm-nation-2007-lot-of-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-4747028529401999064</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-21T10:51:52.318-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Redneck SoftballI went to New Hampshire this past weekend to play in a Co-Ed Softball tournament that my brother-in-law signed us up for. The tournament was cancelled, but my wife and I got to play in a men&#39;s tournament that was being put on in Rumney, NH. Never heard of Rumney? If you asked me last week I would have told you it was northwest of Laconia, but now that I&#39;ve been there I am pretty </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/08/redneck-softball-i-went-to-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-5010476631820589096</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2007 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-19T09:36:04.690-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">How to Be the Opposite of an Environmentalist While Smoking Pot Like a Dirty HippyPREFACE: In previous blogs I&#39;ve mentioned my nemesis, Tonka. Well, he likes to write about helping the environment once in awhile and he pretends NOT to be a hippy. But, let&#39;s face it...he hugs trees, marches to Washington DC (just by himself...not with an activist group or anything) and washes dishes by hand. He </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-to-be-opposite-of-environmentalist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-7453245392877787614</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-05T12:09:48.777-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Save ParisI like Paris Hilton. Ok, hold on, don&#39;t leave this page...hear me out. It&#39;s not like I said I like dirty syringes found on playgrounds or people that consider themselves &quot;half Jewish&quot;. She is just a girl that everyone seems to hate and therefore I believe someone should be on her side.I use this fact to annoy people. You should try it...go up to someone and say, &quot;I LOVE PARIS HILTON&quot;. </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/06/save-paris-i-like-paris-hilton.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-6377559409020945931</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-11T12:48:45.891-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">A Journey To EasthamptonAs I think back on all of the time that I spent in Easthampton, I never thought until now how SHITTY of a place it is. Ok, that is a lie, I always new it was a crappy little town. I mean, there are definately more disgusting places like Sudan, New Jersey and Rosie O&#39;Donnells sports bra, but add WEIRD to discusting and you inevitably come up with the small town of </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/04/journey-to-easthampton-as-i-think-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-339969601011220330</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2007 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-27T12:13:19.228-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Warp ZoneIs it just me or do random, crazy things happen to everyone? Sometimes I wonder if I am really the crazy one and the people around me are normal. It seems as though a lot of the weird things in my life happen and I started to see a pattern, I&#39;m always at Stop &amp; Shop.When I enter Stop &amp;amp; Shop, I feel like I am entering some sort of warp zone like in Super Mario Brothers. First of all ,</atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/03/warp-zone-is-it-just-me-or-do-random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-7325656162929130645</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 20:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-08T13:06:28.272-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">I Have a Dunkin TwinI must have one of those faces that is similar to a lot of other people because I am always being mistaken for people that I don&#39;t know. When someone says to me, &quot;you look familiar&quot;...I always respond, &quot;I know, but I&#39;m not her&quot;...and in some cases angerly respond, &quot;I know, but I&#39;m not him&quot;.I frequent the Dunkin Donuts in Grafton. If I don&#39;t bring a hot coffee to work, I will </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-dunkin-twin-i-must-have-one-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-4362648641248024318</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2007 21:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-23T13:49:11.327-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">The Meat RaffleA long time ago, in a land far away, I went to a meat raffle. I had no idea what a meat raffle even WAS until I attended one at the age of 20 with one of my friends that lived in a &quot;farm-like&quot; town. I grew up in Worcester so the closest thing to a meat raffle was the junkie at the end of the street trying to sell us a slim jim for a sawbuck.Anyway, I attended this glorious event in</atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/02/meat-raffle-long-time-ago-in-land-far.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-8259860661750252206</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 21:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-22T13:48:25.481-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Squad BombersWhen I think of the bomb squad, I think of a bunch of brave guys and gals in suits ready to take on a life full of...well...explosive devices. My thoughts have changed in recent hours. I read an article today on CNN.com that described Ash Wednesday at a church in New Mexico. Apparently, someone put three cd players hidden throughout the pews and blasted porno audio clips with </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/02/squad-bombers-when-i-think-of-bomb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116957646517379479</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-23T10:21:05.186-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">The Turtle Who Lived in a FactoryAt one point in time, several years ago, my sisters and I all didn&#39;t work during the day. We also thought since we didn&#39;t work that we were rich enough to go to the movies every single Sunday that year. This was a good time in our lives. During the summer they would bring the kids over to my moms house where I was living at the time. We would sit outside in the </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/01/turtle-who-lived-in-factory-at-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116923579215113101</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-19T12:09:37.820-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">I Am Not EmbarrassedI&#39;ve noticed lately that I have picked up a bad habit. (ok maybe it&#39;s not a new habit). I really get a kick out of making people feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. I guess it&#39;s because I like to make people laugh and I do it at some poor person&#39;s expense, mostly my girlfriends. You would think that my actions would cause ME to be embarrassed, but I think I was born without an</atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-not-embarrassed-ive-noticed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116889034704386818</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 19:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-15T11:46:51.253-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">George Clooney DayYesterday my 5 year old nephew Corey announced that he had school off today because it was George Clooney&#39;s birthday. I don&#39;t know why he thought this and I don&#39;t think he even knows who George Clooney is for that matter, but how the heck did he mistaken Martin Luther King for George Clooney? Did he see a picture of George Clooney and think it was MLK or did he see a picture of </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/01/george-clooney-day-yesterday-my-5-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116837237862977557</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-19T10:36:26.146-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">The End of the WorldThere are a lot of reasons I think that human existance on this planet is going to end. Besides the fact that strange occurances keep happening like the change in weather patterns, the weird gas smelling funk hovering over Manhatten (wasn&#39;t that always there?) and Donald Trump calling Rosie O&#39;Donnell a fatty, I feel like people in general have just completely lost their minds.</atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2007/01/end-of-world-there-are-lot-of-reasons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116613171605519221</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-14T13:52:02.886-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Cup of the DayFor those of you who don&#39;t know me well or for those of you that know me well, but won&#39;t pay much attention to me, you may not know that I spent over a year of my life working at Borders in the cafe. Borders Cafe is a great place to go to read books, magazines, enjoy a cup of joe and emotionally abuse the cafe staff. You haven&#39;t WORKED with the general public until you&#39;ve served </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2006/12/cup-of-day-for-those-of-you-who-dont.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116594629176400543</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Dec 2006 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-12T09:58:11.773-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Registry of Motor VehiclesToday, I had to go to the RMV in Worcester. When we were young we usually would call it, &quot;The Reg&quot; or the &quot;Rizzle of Motor Vehizzle&quot;. It brought back fond memories of going to driving school and getting my license. It also brought back memories of when my registration was expired accidentally not too long ago. It also brought back memories of &#39;Nam. I have yet to figure </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2006/12/registry-of-motor-vehicles-today-i-had.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116483144933158107</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Nov 2006 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-25T09:10:50.603-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Embarrassing StoryAwhile back...my girlfriend and I went on a long trip to New Jersey. A lot of people would ask, WHY IN GODS NAME...would you travel 4 hours to go to the Garbage state, whooops, I mean Garden State. Well, there is only one word that could answer that question...family. We went to visit my long lost cousins. Driving to New Jersey in itself is just NOT a fun drive. It&#39;s a little </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2006/11/embarrassing-story-awhile-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116456639321695481</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Nov 2006 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-26T10:46:36.616-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Blade.Yesterday I went to the mailbox to get the mail. I noticed an envelope addressed to my girlfriend from a prison. There was a stamp on the back of the envelope that stated it was a letter from an inmate. It also said if you didn&#39;t want to receive this letter you could call a number to stop any mail from this person. &quot;What the hell is this!&quot;, I thought to myself.My girlfriend was at work and </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2006/11/blade.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116404678058618484</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-20T10:26:07.846-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Being PoorMy girlfriend and I are what some may call...poor. We both have decent jobs, but we are not good at saving money, we have a lot of debt to pay off and straight people get a 2% average increased income over gays (or is that men over woman). I don&#39;t know. The point is, we will have extra money sometimes and other times there will be a 2 day span of time where we have ABSOLUTELY no money. </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2006/11/being-poor-my-girlfriend-and-i-are.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116316692739949676</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 13:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-10T05:59:40.750-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">The Biggest LoserI&#39;ve hesitated to write about the whole Britney Spears - Kevin Federline break up because, first of all...who cares, second of all EVERYONE and their mother has written crap about them and lastly I haven&#39;t thought about Britney Spears since that night we spent together in Cabo, Mexico.All I have to say is GOOD FOR HER. I mean, he is an idiot. I just don&#39;t like him at all. I heard</atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2006/11/biggest-loser-ive-hesitated-to-write.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116286183544545410</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2006 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-06T17:23:07.476-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Salvation Army Sucks!I went to Stop &amp;amp; Shop today and as I was stepping out of my car I heard the sound of the Salvation Army holiday bell in the distance. As I approached the entrance there was an older gentleman in front of me who says to the guy ringing the bell, &quot;Maybe you&#39;d be getting more money if you weren&#39;t wearing a Yankees hat!&quot;  (it was a winter hat with the yankees logo on the </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2006/11/salvation-army-sucks-i-went-to-stop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116249810680570808</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-02T12:21:31.736-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Cocaine &amp; Dunkin DonutsI don&#39;t know about you, but I think that Dunkin Donuts puts cocaine into their coffee. The reason I think this is because I am specifically addicted to D &amp;amp; D&#39;s caffienated beverages. I have absolutely no evidence to back this up, but I don&#39;t need evidence...when I have faith.If you ask me, there is something REALLY shady about Dunkin Donuts. It messes with you </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2006/11/cocaine-dca-anonymous-meetings-would.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36652144.post-116240235630968654</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-01T12:40:44.730-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Politics &amp; PlaygroundsIf you turned on the television at all last night, you were sure to see something about Senetor Kerry&#39;s remarks about how if you don&#39;t stay in school you will end up &quot;stuck in Iraq&quot;. It is funny how just because he makes this remark...all of society is in an uproar. It made me laugh out loud to see how many people were upset by this and how Bush jumped all over it as if he </atom:summary><link>http://talkcrazyjust.blogspot.com/2006/11/politics-cheney-performing-karaoke-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bliggidy Blogger)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>