<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822</id><updated>2024-09-01T08:42:30.383-07:00</updated><category term="cookies"/><category term="Austin Powers"/><category term="Buffet"/><category term="Didn&#39;t wash hands"/><category term="Girl Scout"/><category term="Hot dogs"/><category term="Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe"/><category term="Weimar"/><category term="appetizers"/><category term="breakfast"/><category term="food"/><category term="frosting"/><category term="gas station"/><category term="inflation"/><category term="maverick"/><category term="samoas"/><category term="sugar"/><category term="thin mints"/><title type='text'>Thoughts of a Curious Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts from a young man just asking one simple question...WHY?  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822.post-490222029553859302</id><published>2014-03-21T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-21T06:34:49.294-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cookies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frosting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sugar"/><title type='text'>Why is sugar on top of sugar so much better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeT-fRjfiRMSbR3pQpFMSc3UE1F28MKCHJLnVSGiPl_UoApyDblc5JmIO6eWi7ZbWdkZt_ZrmlQ0DosBsvrZODHtJd4uHOCyLHQE22qMATZoWfe7JiLd9t6j2tbTAcaeRj4THx_0TQ_q_S/s640/blogger-image-730606259.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeT-fRjfiRMSbR3pQpFMSc3UE1F28MKCHJLnVSGiPl_UoApyDblc5JmIO6eWi7ZbWdkZt_ZrmlQ0DosBsvrZODHtJd4uHOCyLHQE22qMATZoWfe7JiLd9t6j2tbTAcaeRj4THx_0TQ_q_S/s640/blogger-image-730606259.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s so funny when you take a cookie packed with sugar and butter, and you think how can I make this better? &amp;nbsp;Oh wait I know, just add frosting. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s just funny that something so cramed with sugar would need any more sugar to tame the tast buds of a cookie-holic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;Funny how we are, the sweeter the better. &amp;nbsp;But can we over do it? &amp;nbsp;I mean can a treat ever be to sweet? &amp;nbsp;I guess that is to be proven.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/490222029553859302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2014/03/why-is-sugar-on-top-of-sugar-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/490222029553859302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/490222029553859302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2014/03/why-is-sugar-on-top-of-sugar-so-much.html' title='Why is sugar on top of sugar so much better?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeT-fRjfiRMSbR3pQpFMSc3UE1F28MKCHJLnVSGiPl_UoApyDblc5JmIO6eWi7ZbWdkZt_ZrmlQ0DosBsvrZODHtJd4uHOCyLHQE22qMATZoWfe7JiLd9t6j2tbTAcaeRj4THx_0TQ_q_S/s72-c/blogger-image-730606259.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822.post-5405496538552872430</id><published>2014-03-15T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-15T05:50:11.500-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breakfast"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gas station"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hot dogs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="maverick"/><title type='text'>Can you eat Hot Dogs for breakfast?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ODlvQ9w9KEAFUrL11EEcoeCavgElQFKumzpks4bDoSxobeHIlB_0muOPA25onABNm8GVubE_wRmnQ33fk2rxuL0nr32SScYo1nUlgjHl1zl-VyM51knRqLkuOK7p9RsO0c5xopVPB1bR/s640/blogger-image-2082138418.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ODlvQ9w9KEAFUrL11EEcoeCavgElQFKumzpks4bDoSxobeHIlB_0muOPA25onABNm8GVubE_wRmnQ33fk2rxuL0nr32SScYo1nUlgjHl1zl-VyM51knRqLkuOK7p9RsO0c5xopVPB1bR/s640/blogger-image-2082138418.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;Recently visited a gas station in the wee hours of the morning, and found they all ready had brats and dogs on their little rotating sizzler. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;Do people really eat that stuff for breakfast? &amp;nbsp;So I tried the glamorous unprocessed meat (I&#39;m guessing it was organic), it wasn&#39;t good. &amp;nbsp;First of all hot dogs have always been kind of a mystery meat, and putting that down your gullet first thing can be disasterous I think....we&#39;ll actually I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;Take some common sense from the reckless, these were never meant to be eaten before 11:59 am. &amp;nbsp;Be safe out there.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5405496538552872430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2014/03/can-you-eat-hot-dogs-for-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/5405496538552872430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/5405496538552872430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2014/03/can-you-eat-hot-dogs-for-breakfast.html' title='Can you eat Hot Dogs for breakfast?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ODlvQ9w9KEAFUrL11EEcoeCavgElQFKumzpks4bDoSxobeHIlB_0muOPA25onABNm8GVubE_wRmnQ33fk2rxuL0nr32SScYo1nUlgjHl1zl-VyM51knRqLkuOK7p9RsO0c5xopVPB1bR/s72-c/blogger-image-2082138418.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822.post-1675381005436983901</id><published>2014-03-14T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-14T21:32:28.556-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cookies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl Scout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="samoas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thin mints"/><title type='text'>Are Girl Scout Cookies Overrated?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eNQBwgI30au0LhwU9nb2iy62X2eZ22_8B4BNRHbSxqc6AorOdQH7cMvHIenZtrqv6SEpq6h5yA3oWnkiRuJH_FE8_omI3yaP71BlW-uOz_N-m88GR_LhvmZivty4mEtaK2mru9_qCAh4/s640/blogger-image--1377121783.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eNQBwgI30au0LhwU9nb2iy62X2eZ22_8B4BNRHbSxqc6AorOdQH7cMvHIenZtrqv6SEpq6h5yA3oWnkiRuJH_FE8_omI3yaP71BlW-uOz_N-m88GR_LhvmZivty4mEtaK2mru9_qCAh4/s640/blogger-image--1377121783.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;So I know I&#39;ll get crap for this one, but honestly I just ordered $21 worth of cookies, enough for 6 different boxes to give me a variety tasting event in my kitchen. &amp;nbsp;My conclusion, overrated. &amp;nbsp;People buy these to support little girls, not because of their gourmet flavors. &amp;nbsp;Long live the Girl Scouts.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1675381005436983901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2014/03/are-girl-scout-cookies-overrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/1675381005436983901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/1675381005436983901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2014/03/are-girl-scout-cookies-overrated.html' title='Are Girl Scout Cookies Overrated?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eNQBwgI30au0LhwU9nb2iy62X2eZ22_8B4BNRHbSxqc6AorOdQH7cMvHIenZtrqv6SEpq6h5yA3oWnkiRuJH_FE8_omI3yaP71BlW-uOz_N-m88GR_LhvmZivty4mEtaK2mru9_qCAh4/s72-c/blogger-image--1377121783.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822.post-7783442086662091169</id><published>2014-03-12T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-12T06:55:27.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Business</title><content type='html'>All good thoughts start with a question. &amp;nbsp;Is it wrong to be using my electronic devices while in the bathroom? &amp;nbsp;Most days this is the only place to really think, in quiet, away from yelling kids.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it the most convenient time to watch a short video clip or favorite movie scenes. &amp;nbsp;When I enter this small theater made for one, and turn off the lights, turn up the volumn , it&#39;s the perfect surround sound theater we have in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it really makes up for not having a big screen TV with high def or a TV at all. I guess it&#39;s just a poor mans theater, but it&#39;s still the best seat in the house.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7783442086662091169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2014/03/bathroom-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/7783442086662091169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/7783442086662091169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2014/03/bathroom-business.html' title='Bathroom Business'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822.post-3005661355209590744</id><published>2014-03-12T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-12T05:57:24.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaiian Shirts</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s interesting we have Hawaiian shirts, because true Hawaiians probably don&#39;t wear any kind of a shirt. &amp;nbsp;I think it&#39;s a thing done only in the office setting to make the minions feel somewhat appreciated. &amp;nbsp;If you cannot afford to go to Hawaii, then at least you can put on a dorky foreigner shirit that has a pattern of a sun and palm trees.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That should take care of that dream to get away on a vacation. &amp;nbsp;Ok, now back to work.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3005661355209590744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2014/03/hawaiian-shirts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/3005661355209590744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/3005661355209590744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2014/03/hawaiian-shirts.html' title='Hawaiian Shirts'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822.post-4821163875313711394</id><published>2014-03-02T21:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-03-23T08:11:12.463-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Didn&#39;t wash hands"/><title type='text'>Didn&amp;#39;t Wash Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-M7EZw4CmOw2XetRpBmXDpK-RdOG0lWLShVAa81vLVOvX6ESIu_inU1R8xD5hTHUAzlE6zgs0nytdewGEYvGBu7p4HoaFDQ6xYMosNg74RRZXZ7X9dmIsi2rBmNqfAtq-9I-T6-li8OK/s640/blogger-image-400294668.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-M7EZw4CmOw2XetRpBmXDpK-RdOG0lWLShVAa81vLVOvX6ESIu_inU1R8xD5hTHUAzlE6zgs0nytdewGEYvGBu7p4HoaFDQ6xYMosNg74RRZXZ7X9dmIsi2rBmNqfAtq-9I-T6-li8OK/s640/blogger-image-400294668.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;I would love it if we had these. &amp;nbsp;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4821163875313711394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2014/03/didn-wash-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/4821163875313711394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/4821163875313711394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2014/03/didn-wash-hands.html' title='Didn&amp;#39;t Wash Hands'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-M7EZw4CmOw2XetRpBmXDpK-RdOG0lWLShVAa81vLVOvX6ESIu_inU1R8xD5hTHUAzlE6zgs0nytdewGEYvGBu7p4HoaFDQ6xYMosNg74RRZXZ7X9dmIsi2rBmNqfAtq-9I-T6-li8OK/s72-c/blogger-image-400294668.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822.post-1585570931742415468</id><published>2014-02-12T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-03-21T06:44:54.747-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Austin Powers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inflation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weimar"/><title type='text'>One Trillion Dollars.... Hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9Bqe99W462KKYFaGELYDw-m7FiFcP3CTVpALNzyeZePE3mAQPBSrCtFLt_wKy-WOwQnbA-Xr7094vGXRJYQ2FCdj8moww-AZwX5QT95cFfTdHfQpofiAjtNxlZ5Baqbv8EG9GwoiWFts/s640/blogger-image--1181119422.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9Bqe99W462KKYFaGELYDw-m7FiFcP3CTVpALNzyeZePE3mAQPBSrCtFLt_wKy-WOwQnbA-Xr7094vGXRJYQ2FCdj8moww-AZwX5QT95cFfTdHfQpofiAjtNxlZ5Baqbv8EG9GwoiWFts/s640/blogger-image--1181119422.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Inflation. &amp;nbsp;Scary thing isn&#39;t it? &amp;nbsp;They showed these around the office. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s a reserve bank note of Zimbabwe. &amp;nbsp;When inflation gets out of hand the printing presses are sure working hard. &amp;nbsp;But just like a house of cards it usually all comes tumbling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So what would &quot;one hundred trillion dollars&quot; ( I feel like I&#39;m in one of the Austin Powers movies as the evil villan) actually buy? &amp;nbsp;Probably not much. &amp;nbsp;Going back in the time tunnel to the German Weimar Republic I think a wheelbarrow of cash only got you a loaf of bread. &amp;nbsp;In fact I think the story goes when the person went to get the cash outside the bakery, someone had dumped out the cash and stole the wheelbarrow.&lt;/div&gt;
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My Name is Pepe Montego (no not really, but for the sake of having a name on this blog and keeping my privacy I found this name, pretty cool eh?)&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m a typical man in his 30’s that just sees this world in a different pair of dark hazel eyes.&amp;nbsp; All this man wants to know is why things are done the way they are done (does that make sense?).&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The goal of this blog is to do nothing more than create a little curiosity, make fun of the social norm and maybe even provide a wee bit of entertainment.&amp;nbsp; Please excuse me if anything I say comes across as offensive.&amp;nbsp; It is not my intention to offend, just to be curious.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bottom line, (and I LOVE to get down to the bottom line) life is too short to just follow along what others are always doing; sometimes we need that rebel or misfit to point out the obvious.&amp;nbsp; Like the ones who see things differently, thanks Steve Jobs.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thanks for visiting my blog.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Best Things in Life Are Free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&quot; is a duet between singers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luther_Vandross&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Luther Vandross&quot;&gt;Luther Vandross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janet_Jackson&quot; style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Janet Jackson&quot;&gt;Janet Jackson&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;there are things that are simply amazing, and most certainly are not free. &amp;nbsp;Just thinking how some of the things I cannot live without, and of course like most people (unless you got your Obama phone, that was free) they had to pay for these things.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;At home printer&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Laptop&lt;/li&gt;
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It&#39;s so interesting that we have so many drivers that think the speed limit is the lowest speed they should go. &amp;nbsp;Why can&#39;t we understand in an age of so much wasted time with TV&#39;s, smart phones, FACEBOOK, and so much more, saving an extra 2 minutes won&#39;t get us 100 more friends on Facebook. &amp;nbsp;But maybe it will allow us to watch that local professionally done auto ad more more time (I&#39;d rather barf, no offense to those auto dealer ad creators, I love those ads).&lt;/div&gt;
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All I&#39;m getting at is in a world of &quot;get there now and smash the car pool clogger,&quot; is it all worth it to drive like Jeff Gordan and arrive to the Thanksgiving Dinner a whole 6 minutes and 45 seconds ahead of your In-laws. &amp;nbsp;Something to think about this wonderful Thanksgiving weekend. &amp;nbsp;Be safe out there.&lt;/div&gt;
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How many times do you see everyday products we use being sold as &quot;Limited Edition?&quot; &amp;nbsp;Honestly, who cares? &amp;nbsp;Just cause my dish soap is &quot;now&quot; limited edition doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;ll buy more or save the container. I mean come on give me a break, who gives a rats behind if it&#39;s limited or not? &amp;nbsp;We buy it because of the service it provides, or what it does for us, not because this once in a lifetime container that looks like a snowman. &amp;nbsp;Let&#39;s be real.&lt;/div&gt;
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Is it going to make the stall mate go any faster??  I&#39;m not sure, but it seems weird to me.  I guess some people like bathroom smells and will hang out in there as long as it takes. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4288554392166852018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2013/07/stall-waiters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/4288554392166852018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/4288554392166852018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2013/07/stall-waiters.html' title='Stall waiters'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822.post-8284262325440852117</id><published>2012-08-03T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-25T14:45:00.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn&amp;#39;t this just a liability waiting to happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9w1vRcYl5UZAYbJg3xTFuAFFsKGxkPBWIyxpOn5Kr638P78LmarO83gowUtrNLT1wjZLnjiIZ4v8j4JwUeE1rKKLu79No7HMbeaFrga6-XbRlYOsmbMaCeDF5NWxalmNlaukGfe7VHbp/s640/blogger-image-831155724.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9w1vRcYl5UZAYbJg3xTFuAFFsKGxkPBWIyxpOn5Kr638P78LmarO83gowUtrNLT1wjZLnjiIZ4v8j4JwUeE1rKKLu79No7HMbeaFrga6-XbRlYOsmbMaCeDF5NWxalmNlaukGfe7VHbp/s640/blogger-image-831155724.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Over at one of our outdoor malls they have this &quot;splash pad&quot; (WARNING: &amp;nbsp;do not be fooled, there is nothing padded about it). &amp;nbsp;So it&#39;s basically concrete with water that shoots on top of it, that&#39;s it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Was it just me or do they still not let the little kiddos run along the side of the pool? 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My friend even told me that there was times the teacher would have her do ridiculous things, stuff not even related to schoolwork or education.&amp;nbsp; Things like:&amp;nbsp; making the teachers lunch, organizing her music or movie lists, or even cleaning the locker bathrooms.&amp;nbsp; All things that would fall under either personal responsibilities or teacher work responsibilities, NOT something the student should be doing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So on a recent trip the dentist, we found that they had&amp;nbsp;implemented&amp;nbsp;a system to working with children in their office...TV&#39;s. &amp;nbsp;Pure&amp;nbsp;genius!! &amp;nbsp;Kids will lay down on the table, sit still (this used to be when they would start the squirming that eventually lead to the kicking and&amp;nbsp;gnashing&amp;nbsp;of teeth) and just watch a cartoon while the &quot;used to be hated&quot; dentist will do his usual poking and&amp;nbsp;prodding&amp;nbsp;in their mouth. &amp;nbsp;Why have we not done this sooner?? &amp;nbsp;Kids watch a TV screen on the ceiling, have headphones to hear the movie and not even notice that they are even in a dentist office. &amp;nbsp;Thank heavens to child dentists that have helped keep parents sane for these past few years. &amp;nbsp;The is a great accomplishment and is keeping any kind of remotely good relationship for kids towards these offices for years to come.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3035242034708132237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2012/06/tv-at-dentists-office-pure-genius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/3035242034708132237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/3035242034708132237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2012/06/tv-at-dentists-office-pure-genius.html' title='TV&amp;#39;s at the Dentists office, pure genius.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQP1pkMKNM3dZ8fy0Xw5VvWApqiXfQL_8R5pv9_pj4ELDqeYQ4wlCvdMUpSN8GWSwd6LPdAddkeBe8PHY3kpJcBJxMkEpynNdQI0Zzr87xG9BFr3LWDCcYiWq87nF1AASxiULJHtzWDhK/s72-c/blogger-image-2098824540.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822.post-3238999375614421599</id><published>2012-06-30T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T15:03:00.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$25 gift card for $5, theres always a catch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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If it&#39;s to good to be true, it&#39;s to good to be true.&amp;nbsp; We saw this offer to spend $4 and get a coupon for $25 at a restaurant.&amp;nbsp; Well our first thought should of been, &quot;Why would they do something so nice like this?&quot;&amp;nbsp; Actually we thought it was just a good way to bring new people into this restaurant...wrong.&amp;nbsp; This certificate had so many requirements, like you had to spend over $50 just to get the $25 bucks off.&amp;nbsp; Basically these types of coupons are interesting and can make you feel like they are trying to be sneaky.&amp;nbsp; READ the SMALL print.&amp;nbsp; It just is so amazing the multiple ways places will try to bring in new people.&amp;nbsp; Bring you in with a small price, and make you pay a lot just to get the full worth out of the coupon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3238999375614421599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2012/06/25-gift-card-for-5-theres-always-catch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/3238999375614421599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/3238999375614421599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2012/06/25-gift-card-for-5-theres-always-catch.html' title='$25 gift card for $5, theres always a catch.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzdxMLgRDxmOLld9nxHwfBPnlnK6CPNR5g4DE0OCRA1wZ7g9jlIjDqLFaRL-i83Xuxrd8XDDD5hKW2AX-gvYmqzR05EsPWpYc3ishS81gtsHjKpbufm_PnDHG-cCJY0VIRW-0aR9UZUbW/s72-c/blogger-image-1580346052.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822.post-1586985961795704569</id><published>2012-06-30T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T11:19:40.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are fox tails really in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Recently while visiting Nevada City, CA with some family we went to a night market and saw the strangest thing, girls that would be wearing a fox&#39;s tail﻿.&amp;nbsp; Their were even some booths just selling these.&amp;nbsp; Why the heck would you wear a fox tail?&amp;nbsp; Some trends and fashion statements I will never understand.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1586985961795704569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2012/06/are-fox-tails-really-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/1586985961795704569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/1586985961795704569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2012/06/are-fox-tails-really-in.html' title='Are fox tails really in?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCo21-8U39cbAQ3LRzWdRral-9tm6EqQiXE9fEMTUopsuqScBKxjKQOy6ylyfrzG0nX-ktGL_RbokSTfjTnPJrrzZwEwmdiLjVuytvxXcY0qW-0fEtCjiNP46ABbYmmpfgXICwEAi6ysFc/s72-c/blogger-image--518961472.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822.post-309620790356186196</id><published>2012-06-30T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T15:18:06.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Throwing away pictures of a two year old a crime?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I can&#39;t help but wonder if there is some type of &quot;Fair God Mother&quot; out there that could be watching me toss this pic in the trash.&amp;nbsp; I mean it isn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;a sin to throw away your two year olds coloring paper from church right?.&amp;nbsp; I mean, she will just&amp;nbsp;plaster it with waxy crayola and drool next week right? And where do you keep all of these pictures anyhow? &amp;nbsp;So we all know, when its your own child how cute they are and of course we want them to feel good, but at the same time not try to give them the wrong impression about good quality art.&amp;nbsp; ﻿But what is all comes down to knowing, is throwing away pictures that your two year old drew a crime?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/309620790356186196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2012/06/is-throwing-away-pictures-of-two-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/309620790356186196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/309620790356186196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2012/06/is-throwing-away-pictures-of-two-year.html' title='Is Throwing away pictures of a two year old a crime?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDP8sIj3b7gFjk3wjot7RyTSU0YTwUHgpxV2SFmsuQo9o0mXgGv7ttCNnGA4n1R7qUHh7uYwwyRCgcmhop4PXl_sa-URsNzIPcjzikODNykpE2drxc6T0cJ-5_OLr4xJowx9q8SJk_2u3/s72-c/blogger-image--1882047533.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213695172489937822.post-6961095089887350195</id><published>2012-06-30T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T15:46:09.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the Post Office a Business?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Sometimes, actually all the time, I wonder if the post office is an actually business.&amp;nbsp; They always keep raising postage stamps, they can&#39;t seem to ever keep all of their postal offices open (so many have been closed and maybe many of those shouldn&#39;t of even been open), and finally this one amazing me that they give all of their priority postal supplies out for free.&amp;nbsp; I guess they have calculated them in their costs of the shipping.&amp;nbsp; But mostly whenever I hear about the post office in the news I wonder if there is a businessman that is actually running it﻿.&amp;nbsp; I mean do they really have any competition?&amp;nbsp; So honestly why do you need to raise prices all the time?&amp;nbsp; I mean really, is the United States Post Office a business?&amp;nbsp; (as a side note, I&#39;m glad its not like many of the postal systems we hear about in south a&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6961095089887350195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2012/06/is-post-office-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/6961095089887350195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213695172489937822/posts/default/6961095089887350195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofacuriousmind.blogspot.com/2012/06/is-post-office-business.html' title='Is the Post Office a Business?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKc-0eF4degJ-zY-ka-xnisAaGfZbtunYBZL4SLioWcfPswiivMN-SLl-HlXDQhJQ3OVm_jGvTtYxASJjy4A9olc_hKN5YPaTQPkH-43H61aTgFMBZirSqATXwqHNk6cdJXeD2exb0jbCA/s72-c/blogger-image-1591101741.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>