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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UFQH49eSp7ImA9WhdSGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:26:51.061-06:00</updated><title>Blah Blah Blahg</title><subtitle type="html">One man's struggle to comprehend the reprehensible bullshit of everyday garbage, and focus the blame on someone other than himself.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</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/davenport_st" /><feedburner:info uri="davenport_st" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMEQngzfyp7ImA9WxNQEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-5847573570986920916</id><published>2009-09-15T10:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:56:43.687-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-15T11:56:43.687-06:00</app:edited><title>Hum Drum Boogie</title><content type="html">I figured I should probably post something here. It's been a few days since the last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it's been over a year. Fuck you's guys anyway, ain't nobody reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;She surprises me, sometimes she hums on my balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; And i can see the world right through her bedroom walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; She has a jaw like a pelican's beak is deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Humming me right to sleep, my favortie freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; I can rearrange the patterns of the stars in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; I can fly with the seagulls on the beach with the tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Cause she can blow me there, i swear, right through the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; If i ain't really there, my balls do not care, my balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Come on put it on me bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Hit me with the humdrum boogie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; That thing, oh goodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Come on put it on me bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Right now, right now boogie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; That thing, my balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Come on put it on me bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Hit me with the humdrum boogie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; That thing, oh goodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Come on put it on me bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; I see my life flash before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; I hear all my favortie song at one time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; (when she blow me) right before i actually go blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; I'm running back and forth though the door of (in and out of) my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; (when she blow me) my favortie freak is so fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; To have her hum in performance, the show is enormous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Only two fans in attendance, these two in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; (my balls) she's my favortie, she's got my standing applause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Humming me into harmony, right through my balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Come on put it on me bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Hit me with the humdrum boggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; That thing, oh goodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Come on put it on me bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Right now, right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Boogie, that thing, my balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Come on put it on me bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Right now, right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Boogie, that thing, my balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Undo my belt, put down my drawers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Kiss my dick and hum my balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Undo my belt, put down my drawers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Kiss my dick and hum my balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; And she can blow me there, i swear, right through the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; If i ain't really there, my balls do not care, my balls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Come on put it on me bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Hit me with the humdrum boogie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; That thing, oh goodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Come on put it on me bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Right now, right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Boogie, that thing, my balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Come on put it on me bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Hit me with the humdrum boogie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; That thing, oh goodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Come on put it on me bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Right now, right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; Boogie, that thing, my balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, sing that and dance, you fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some boobies for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/Sq_VRjgHpXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_wYqWApxAnM/s1600-h/8b8a7cb0-64a2-4d44-bb0c-4cebc5502f91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/Sq_VRjgHpXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_wYqWApxAnM/s320/8b8a7cb0-64a2-4d44-bb0c-4cebc5502f91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381754577295484274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-5847573570986920916?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/3AlQCjKq8dc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/5847573570986920916/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2009/09/hum-drum-boogie.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/5847573570986920916?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/5847573570986920916?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/3AlQCjKq8dc/hum-drum-boogie.html" title="Hum Drum Boogie" /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/Sq_VRjgHpXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_wYqWApxAnM/s72-c/8b8a7cb0-64a2-4d44-bb0c-4cebc5502f91.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2009/09/hum-drum-boogie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMESXo9fyp7ImA9WxRTEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-3969266129771401904</id><published>2008-08-29T16:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:20:08.467-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-29T16:20:08.467-06:00</app:edited><title>BACK!!</title><content type="html">I fucked my back up. BAD. I apparently have sciatica. If I keep twisting and what not, I may slip a disc in my lower spine. Which is worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCIATICA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spinalphysio.co.uk/sciatica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.spinalphysio.co.uk/sciatica.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-3969266129771401904?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/XA0BGNmEJ10" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/3969266129771401904/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2008/08/back.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/3969266129771401904?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/3969266129771401904?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/XA0BGNmEJ10/back.html" title="BACK!!" /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2008/08/back.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcAQXg4eip7ImA9WxRTEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-7053187627721357816</id><published>2008-07-18T12:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:14:00.632-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-29T16:14:00.632-06:00</app:edited><title>Summer, summer, summer-time.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2girls1bob.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/beachgirl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://2girls1bob.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/beachgirl2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, every year I look forward to summer. And I get sick of it really quick. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like the weather. I don't mind it being hot and muggy. I haven't put my air conditioner on this year. Even though it's a balmy 90°F in my house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outside activities. I like to hang outdoors with friends and family. Just being outside more makes me feel better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bikini's motherfucker. I love to see the hot chicks wandering around with a bikini top and short shorts on. You don't see that shit when it's 20° F outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humidity. I'm sick of the humidity. Mainly because it sucks to pry my balls from my legs 37 times a day. I don't mind touching my balls, as long as they're not sweaty and smell like a gym bag. :S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work. There's so much more of it during the summer!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fat dudes with their shirts off. Motherfuckers look like they're wearing a sweater-vest or some shit. It's ridiculous. Nobody wants to see that shit, man! Put your saggy man-tits back under your wife-beater. For fuck sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Anybody know some loose women? Hook me up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-7053187627721357816?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/1N35gaTqseA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/7053187627721357816/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-summer-summer-time.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/7053187627721357816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/7053187627721357816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/1N35gaTqseA/summer-summer-summer-time.html" title="Summer, summer, summer-time." /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-summer-summer-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FRHw4fCp7ImA9WxdWF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-7482569835929485442</id><published>2008-07-10T13:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:40:15.234-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-10T13:40:15.234-06:00</app:edited><title>Less bullshit, more work.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;BULLSHIT:&lt;/span&gt;  I don't know if you know, but I'm a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e180/davenport_st/criminal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been breathalyzing twice a day for over 18 months... Until yesterday that is!!! That's right bitches, I'm off the 24/7 program!! WOO HOO!!!! Now, I can sleep in past 7AM on Sunday!!! Motherfucker yes!!!I'm going to stay sober for as long as I'm on probation, though. Fuck getting into any more fucking trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;WORK:&lt;/span&gt; Well, I am now working after I get done with work. Fixing sprinklers and such. Lots more work, but more moneys, too. Which I could always use. Twelve hour days are gonna suck. But, the paycheck will always make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;TO HOLLY:&lt;/span&gt; WTF!!!!! Do I have to whip my balls out to impress you or something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-7482569835929485442?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/hUNX1ew6fgw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/7482569835929485442/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2008/07/less-bullshit-more-work.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/7482569835929485442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/7482569835929485442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/hUNX1ew6fgw/less-bullshit-more-work.html" title="Less bullshit, more work." /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2008/07/less-bullshit-more-work.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcGSHw7fip7ImA9WxdWFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-5929297420499501720</id><published>2008-07-08T22:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:33:49.206-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-08T22:33:49.206-06:00</app:edited><title>YOU DIE!!!!!!</title><content type="html">I'll kill you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for: 5th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-5929297420499501720?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/BKmM240dako" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/5929297420499501720/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-kill-you-for-5th.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/5929297420499501720?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/5929297420499501720?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/BKmM240dako/ill-kill-you-for-5th.html" title="YOU DIE!!!!!!" /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-kill-you-for-5th.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQNQXg4fCp7ImA9WxdXGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-3924266886647541771</id><published>2008-06-30T21:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:36:30.634-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-30T21:36:30.634-06:00</app:edited><title>Holy shitballs.</title><content type="html">Shit, I forgot I started doing this blog thing. Meh, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e180/davenport_st/Indestructible.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just picked up the new Disturbed album, Indestructible. Pretty decent. I'd give it a 4.5 out of 5. Good, rocking riffs and a nice step away from all the emo and pop shit going around. Nice to see at least one band who hasn't sold there souls and testicles to MTV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-3924266886647541771?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/g2jQlo4Ku3M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/3924266886647541771/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2008/06/holy-shitballs.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/3924266886647541771?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/3924266886647541771?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/g2jQlo4Ku3M/holy-shitballs.html" title="Holy shitballs." /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2008/06/holy-shitballs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEEQH86eSp7ImA9WB9bF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-5343665425254407343</id><published>2007-12-26T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:13:21.111-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-26T14:13:21.111-07:00</app:edited><title>Christmas Time</title><content type="html">Yeah, so I here I sit. At work. Doing nothing. There isn't any work or customers at all! Boredom sets in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-5343665425254407343?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/i_nV8H34JBY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/5343665425254407343/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-time.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/5343665425254407343?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/5343665425254407343?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/i_nV8H34JBY/christmas-time.html" title="Christmas Time" /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAEQXs6eip7ImA9WB9WGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-5674675166837441039</id><published>2007-11-23T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T15:58:20.512-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-23T15:58:20.512-07:00</app:edited><title>Black Friday.</title><content type="html">Hey, all you soccer moms!&lt;br /&gt;Time to shop! Time to shop!&lt;br /&gt;Shop 'til you fucking drop [dead from exhaustion]&lt;br /&gt;Time to shop! Time to shop!&lt;br /&gt;Hey, holiday assholes...[are you shopping yet, bitch?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of yeeeeaaaaar!&lt;br /&gt;[Find the best deals, after turkey meals]&lt;br /&gt;You stuff yourself on Thursdaaay!&lt;br /&gt;[You're fat and lazy anyway]&lt;br /&gt;And stuff the kids into the car on Fridaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy that shit, no matter what it costs,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll get a black eye for your trouble!&lt;br /&gt;Wandering around, you seem to be lost,&lt;br /&gt;The big screen is sold out, sorry to burst your bubble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, all you crazy fucks!&lt;br /&gt;Time to shop! Time to shop!&lt;br /&gt;Shop 'til your fucking eyes bleed! [scratched out by greedy housewives]&lt;br /&gt;Time to shop! Time to shop!&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't you have a job?... [how do you afford all that shit?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that tiiiiiiiiiime of the year!&lt;br /&gt;[Special sale on fucking Reindeer]&lt;br /&gt;It's 4 in the mooooorning!&lt;br /&gt;[Only 100 left, this is your final warning]&lt;br /&gt;A brand new blue-light sppeeeeeeeecial!&lt;br /&gt;[That old lady wanted it more, so she fucking stabbed you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop 'til you drop, 'til you drop,&lt;br /&gt;[Drop dead and get trampled!]&lt;br /&gt;Shop 'til you drop, 'til you drop,&lt;br /&gt;[Got stabbed with a nail file!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays, bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-5674675166837441039?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/E8L5XFMpNc0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/5674675166837441039/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-friday.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/5674675166837441039?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/5674675166837441039?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/E8L5XFMpNc0/black-friday.html" title="Black Friday." /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-friday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQBQn8_cCp7ImA9WB9WEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-8277574074723646548</id><published>2007-11-14T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:52:33.148-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-14T11:52:33.148-07:00</app:edited><title>Reviewing things?</title><content type="html">I sometimes find myself inspired by things. Most of these thing s are stupid, and I am stupid for being inspired by anything stupid... Stop calling me stupid, assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that sticks out is &lt;a href="http://www.coke-babies.com"&gt;Coke Baby&lt;/a&gt;. He does reviews of things like candy, soda, and other unimportant mumbo-jumbo. Why am I inspired by this? It actually amuses me. It's funny, fuck you if you think otherwise. If you go read some of his shit, and don't laugh. I will personally kill you with my dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net"&gt;Maddox&lt;/a&gt; is also a funny little shit. I think most people have already heard of this guy, sent him an e-mail sucking his e-peen and fondling his ego. No? Why not? Do I have to threaten a penis beating again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, little cartoons that are created by low-talent ass-clowns humor me and make me want to buy a Porsche. What can I say? I'm easily amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-8277574074723646548?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/A_toTy3Y1u0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/8277574074723646548/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/11/reviewing-things.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/8277574074723646548?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/8277574074723646548?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/A_toTy3Y1u0/reviewing-things.html" title="Reviewing things?" /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/11/reviewing-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AGQXYzfSp7ImA9WB5WFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-4021603541789146937</id><published>2007-07-27T12:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:55:20.885-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-27T14:55:20.885-06:00</app:edited><title>I hate celebrity.</title><content type="html">Man, I hate celebrities. They truly suck. The only thing worse is herpes/AIDS, old people, or a retarded valet trying to park your car and driving straight into  a pole.  I don't know much about foreign celebs, but American ones are  fucking elitist pricks. And sure, they probably think they are "normal" like the rest of us.  The fact is, these "people" are not normal. They're motherfuckers who are disrespectful, lazy and most of them need a good beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anybody who gets their way everyday, all the time? If you do, it's most likely an infant, mongoloid in a home, or the gimp from Pulp Fiction. These famous people do an interview talking about how like the rest of us they really are. As soon as the interview is over, shit hits the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bring me a bottle of Perrier! It better not have been bottled more than 2 days ago!!!!",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want a plate of almond M&amp;M's!! Only the green colored ones!! If there are any colors other than green, so help me God, you'll never work in this town again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they have this drastically skewed version of self-important reality mostly from the media. Even Fox and CNN are guilty of running a story or two about meaningless drivel involving celebrities. It was probably about Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, or some other Hollywood quasi-whore with fake tits and a dysfunctional family. I'm not 100% sure, I don't watch that garbage. But, I know it's happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when Anna Nicole Smith keeled over. That should have been the news, she's dead, people mourn. End of story. Nope, not this time. We have to hear about her kid, who gets what, which dude she was fucking is the real father, and even the judge and his crying around. Fucking helicopters circled the funeral! Helicopters!! This shit was the most "important" thing on the news for a month straight. It's not even important news, and barely newsworthy. But, the heads of the "major news networks" must think this shit is pertinent to the interests of the people. I haven't met many people who would consider this worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who follow celebrities footsteps like a small dog following it's owner are idiots. But, at least it's fun to see celebrity tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drunkenstepfather.com/cms/ul/20070626-britney_spears_Topless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://paris-hilton-naked.messedup.net/paris-hilton-naked/paris-hilton-naked_35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://paris-hilton-nude-video.net/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, I'm only putting these two skanks on my page for more web traffic. Only seven people have ever even seen this blog. Including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-4021603541789146937?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/ouLL5593L-s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/4021603541789146937/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-celebrity.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/4021603541789146937?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/4021603541789146937?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/ouLL5593L-s/i-hate-celebrity.html" title="I hate celebrity." /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-celebrity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCQnw7cSp7ImA9WB5SFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-6561381085816642353</id><published>2007-06-09T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:24:23.209-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-09T23:24:23.209-06:00</app:edited><title>MARS</title><content type="html">Why are people so damned interested in Mars? What appeal does a red planet have to the conspiracy theorists and geeks around the world? They ponder the existence of aliens, spacecraft, and anal probes. O_o They all seem to be waiting for the little green men to come down in their space ships and take them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people can be so full of shit, astoundingly full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're more concerned with what an uninhabitable planet thousands and thousands of miles away than the starving kids in Africa or AIDS. Although, I don't care much for either of those either, they could be focusing their energy, time, and money on something, anything, pertinent to their home planet. Take the billions of dollars the US has spent on researching and deploying robots to Mars, and we could all have better music and arts programs in our schools, a balanced federal spending budget, or even less taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what of aliens, you ask? Well, what about them? I believe aliens may exist, not anywhere near me, mind you. But I'm sure that earth is not the only life supporting planet in our entire universe. It's dumb to think that we are. But, it's just plain retarded to believe that we, as humans, should worry about aliens and Mars like it has something to do with us. I'm not against the space program or any space exploration, for that matter. I just think there are more important things to do with your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-6561381085816642353?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/G7sBjqjjWMQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/6561381085816642353/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/06/mars.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/6561381085816642353?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/6561381085816642353?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/G7sBjqjjWMQ/mars.html" title="MARS" /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/06/mars.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUEQH04fyp7ImA9WB5TFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-7474392968696943451</id><published>2007-05-29T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:10:01.337-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-05-29T22:10:01.337-06:00</app:edited><title>The trash.</title><content type="html">Sometimes, you've just got to take it out. That's right, taking out the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not old crap, or fast food containers, or half eaten food-stuffs. I'm talking about assholes, bastards, and lazy motherfucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sons of bitches, why? Why are you like you are? Always contradicting sound reason, ignoring responsibilities and procrastinating your way through life. These are the same people that work as little as possible their whole life, then complain about how hard it is to pay the bills. IT'S BECAUSE YOU DO AS LITTLE AS POSSIBLE! Fucking assholes, wise up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, these people's lives are never going to change. They do not get it, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Attention:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;IF YOU WANT IT BETTER, MAKE IT BETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-7474392968696943451?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/74UkvfGNyks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/7474392968696943451/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/05/trash.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/7474392968696943451?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/7474392968696943451?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/74UkvfGNyks/trash.html" title="The trash." /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/05/trash.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGQXoyfSp7ImA9WBFaGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-3799854300280605925</id><published>2007-05-22T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T11:57:00.495-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-05-22T11:57:00.495-06:00</app:edited><title>Fucking Jews.</title><content type="html">No, I'm talking about the Jewish people as a whole. Just some of them. The Jews who give Jews a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the Jews who are actually penny-pinching assholes. Tipping their waitress $2 for a $100 meal. That's just rude, not so much frugal.  Or the Jews who still complain about racism. Being Jewish is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a racial issue, it's religious. NOT RACISM!! You fucking Kike. How about those Jews that, even though this is the 21st Century, continue to act like the holocaust was everybody's fault? I didn't burn your ancestors to death, talk to a Nazi. Don't come at me like I perpetrated any horrors against you or your people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewish people run a lot of major shit, television networks, computer companies, etc... Get over the past, stop being such Jews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-3799854300280605925?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/oAVFTWcwjCg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/3799854300280605925/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/05/fucking-jews.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/3799854300280605925?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/3799854300280605925?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/oAVFTWcwjCg/fucking-jews.html" title="Fucking Jews." /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/05/fucking-jews.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8MR3c5eyp7ImA9WBFaFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-3190369723644779662</id><published>2007-05-18T21:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:54:46.923-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-05-18T21:54:46.923-06:00</app:edited><title>Fucking Banker's Hours???</title><content type="html">What the fuck is up with banks? Seriously, they're open from 9:00 AM to 4:00 PM. What the hell were they thinking? Now, maybe your bank isn't the same as mine, and that's probably good. Open for seven hours a day, no Saturdays, and they want to charge me $5.00 to cash a check. They are probably the worst bankers ever. EVER. The fucking tellers even get an hour long lunch break. Now, I want in on this working six hours a day shit. I happen to work nine hours every weekday and six on Saturday. That's Saturday hours they work, and for more money than most greasy food specialist (see: fast food workers). I don't know about you, but I value my double cheeseburger fix more than idiots who barely work and are always pissy when you go to put money in the bank. It's the tellers I'm bitching about, not the managers or loan officers or anyone else. It's those damned window women, whoring my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you bank ladies decide to be complete idiots, at least give me a hand job or some other sexually gratifying act. I know I'm getting fucked, I just want to bust a nut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-3190369723644779662?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/sS5tAR_7-XE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/3190369723644779662/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/05/fucking-bankers-hours.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/3190369723644779662?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/3190369723644779662?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/sS5tAR_7-XE/fucking-bankers-hours.html" title="Fucking Banker's Hours???" /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/05/fucking-bankers-hours.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQGSXc8eyp7ImA9WBFaEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-5966212719245635134</id><published>2007-05-15T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:12:08.973-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-05-15T13:12:08.973-06:00</app:edited><title>JERRY FALLWELL, GONE LIKE A FART IN THE WIND.</title><content type="html">That's right, Jerry Fartwell has died. This is further proof that God may indeed exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18679412/?GT1=9155"&gt;PRAISE JEEBUS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-5966212719245635134?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/nDgv4obpXTo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/5966212719245635134/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/05/jerry-fallwell-gone-like-fart-in-wind.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/5966212719245635134?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/5966212719245635134?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/nDgv4obpXTo/jerry-fallwell-gone-like-fart-in-wind.html" title="JERRY FALLWELL, GONE LIKE A FART IN THE WIND." /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/05/jerry-fallwell-gone-like-fart-in-wind.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MGQHw_fyp7ImA9WBFaFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-319264607327986379</id><published>2007-05-11T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:17:01.247-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-05-19T00:17:01.247-06:00</app:edited><title>Apologies Accepted</title><content type="html">Remember the little ordeal in Boston about the Cartoon Network flashing lights? Someone in Boston reported them as bombs. Which, I believe, is completely ridiculous. &lt;a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601103&amp;sid=apGexk6MLnq4&amp;amp;refer=us"&gt;Here's a recap, if you missed out&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, two guys made a bunch of these 'devices' for a Cartoon Network promotion for Aqua Teen Hunger Force's movie. Someone in Boston sees the 'devices' and, as far as I can tell, becomes offended. This offense prompts them to call the authorities. If that wasn't the case, then the authorities overreacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20070201/capt.bx10202011711.suspicious_devices_bx102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20070201/capt.bx10202011711.suspicious_devices_bx102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, three months later, the two guys who made the 'devices' &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070511/ap_on_re_us/suspicious_devices;_ylt=Aqswy3K3F5DColKqMfU3wL2s0NUE"&gt;appeared in court and apologized for their actions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's good they didn't have to serve any jail time for doing a job they were hired for, but JESUS CHRIST!! What the fuck is wrong with Boston? Is it run by a bunch of idiots? Apparently so. These guys did 80 and 60 hours of community service and a rehab center. 140 collective hours of community service for doing what they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hired &lt;/span&gt;to do. That's right, they made these 'devices' as a campaign for Cartoon Network's ADult Swim. Why are these two guys being blamed for this? There are only two possibilities that should have been considered for blame: Cartoon Network or the Boston Police Department. Similar 'devices' were placed in nine other cities. Only Boston, and the idiots that work for Boston, had such a reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off most about this is the amount of time and money spent to discover that the 'devices' were not actually bombs. They could have asked someone first!! But no, they have to have a bomb squad check them out. They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;detonated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the fucking things!!!! If it was a board of Winnie the Pooh, nothing would have happened. NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Boston,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e180/davenport_st/smokebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e180/davenport_st/smokebird.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU, YOU DUMB ASS SONS OF BITCHES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-319264607327986379?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/jIIrvReTUaU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/319264607327986379/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/05/apologies-accepted.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/319264607327986379?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/319264607327986379?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/jIIrvReTUaU/apologies-accepted.html" title="Apologies Accepted" /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/05/apologies-accepted.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIDQnYyeyp7ImA9WBFbGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-4788862567569590092</id><published>2007-05-10T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:49:33.893-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-05-10T23:49:33.893-06:00</app:edited><title>No Impact?</title><content type="html">Recently, I watched a news story on the "&lt;a href="http://noimpactman.typepad.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Impact Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on Nightline or 60 minutes, and was about a guy and his family trying to make no impact on the earth. No impact.  I don't believe that is possible, is it? I mean, even if you don't use toilet paper, no incandescent light bulbs or drive a car like this guy does, electricity makes an impact (does he use solar power?). Using the water in your tub makes an impact (I know he's not hauling the water from the fucking sea). There's no way any person on this earth can continue his or her existence without making an impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not saying this guy and his family aren't making a difference. I'm saying he's not making much of a difference. Living in New York City, he's probably lowering the amount of energy used by about one millionth of a percent. Literally, but probably less than that, being as there are more than a million people in New York. It takes more than one family to change the effects of global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I trying to say here? Let's narrow it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;they don't wipe their asses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;their house smells from a home compost thingy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a cynical prick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aside from ridiculing these peoples way of life and being generally pessimistic, good on 'em. I think more people should do this low impact lifestyle. I'm not going to, but you go right ahead. I will continue to use all the electricity I want. I'll drive to and from work everyday. Also, I think I'll start throwing my plastic and asbestos directly into the water supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody has to make up for the amount of waste they aren't making, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720226404082934223-4788862567569590092?l=davenportst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/davenport_st/~4/Saf_8Bb2LKA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/feeds/4788862567569590092/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-impact.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/4788862567569590092?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720226404082934223/posts/default/4788862567569590092?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/davenport_st/~3/Saf_8Bb2LKA/no-impact.html" title="No Impact?" /><author><name>davenport_st</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13617767854222703573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cpaRkXau47g/SrFLxnbpm-I/AAAAAAAAABE/baAmWKt66Xc/S220/RAEP.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://davenportst.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-impact.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YGRH08eyp7ImA9WBFbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720226404082934223.post-520037154865884217</id><published>2007-05-10T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:32:05.373-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-05-11T15:32:05.373-06:00</app:edited><title>Blah Blah Blahg... V.1</title><content type="html">So, I decided to start a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't intend on many people reading it. Nor do I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, do you ask, would I start a blog if nobody was going to read it? Because... that's why. Also, by asking stupid questions, you have thoroughly amused me for a few seconds, if not minutes, of my ultimately mundane existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will be able to contribute something of more substance and value when I post again. 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