<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026357604891181161</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 09 Sep 2024 12:45:52 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>i hate my roommates 2.0</title><description></description><link>http://ihatemyroommates2.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (ihatemyroommates)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026357604891181161.post-4398034288168204436</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-20T15:05:51.808-04:00</atom:updated><title>end</title><description>i moved out for good yesterday. today i had this aim conversation with nic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic: so um&lt;br /&gt;nic: have there always been door stops on the bathroom door&lt;br /&gt;nic: the answer is no&lt;br /&gt;nic: my next question is&lt;br /&gt;me: hahahahahhahahahahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;nic: when did they put door stops on the bathroom door&lt;br /&gt;me: hahahahahahahahahhahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;nic: whats so funny?&lt;br /&gt;me: i got you good&lt;br /&gt;nic: how?&lt;br /&gt;me: i unscrewed the door stop to stop way sooner, i bet you could barely open the door.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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