<?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: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-5311894</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:18:03.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve's Think Tank</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-107289820323627176</id><published>2003-12-31T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T11:18:55.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coincidence or Conspiracy? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------The new U.S. $20 dollar bill contains hidden pictures of the World Trade Center and Pentagon attacks!Yes! see for yourself...1st) FOLD A NEW $20 BILL THIS WAY2nd) CONTINUE TO FOLD THIS WAYCompare your fold precisely to this picture. 3rd) FOLD THE RIGHT SIDE UNDER,exactly as you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/107289820323627176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/107289820323627176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107289820323627176' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-107210245310258041</id><published>2003-12-22T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T06:17:05.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You Work In A Call Center, And Provide Technical Support, To Fucking Morons. These 20 Rules Are For You. 1.  Customers lie, they will always lie. If they say they are not lying, they are lying. So just remember customers lie.2.  If you are calling tech support for a problem with your computer, DO NOT tell me to "hold on" while your favorite football team tries to score a touchdown on TV! I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/107210245310258041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/107210245310258041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107210245310258041' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-107204661797833277</id><published>2003-12-21T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T07:55:25.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back By Popular Demand, I Bring To You "MR. EX"Part 1Question: Is Bill Gates A Homosexual?  ( Mr. Ex has joined )Mr. Ex: Hurry The Fuck Up.  ( Erin has joined )Mr. Ex: Yo.Erin: Hello and thank you for using MSN Interactive Online Support. My name is Erin, I will be your Online Technical Support Engineer.Mr. Ex: Kewl. Are You A Dude OR a BitchMr. Ex: ?Erin: I am sorry, I will not be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/107204661797833277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/107204661797833277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107204661797833277' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-107194895853676498</id><published>2003-12-20T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T11:37:15.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE BEER DRINKER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel shamed.Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the breweryand all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer,they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered.Then I say to myself, "It is better that I drink this beer and let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/107194895853676498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/107194895853676498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107194895853676498' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-107134341273279426</id><published>2003-12-13T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T11:27:48.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Baby Is Here. He Is One Week Ahead Of Schedule, But Atleast He Is Here Before Christmas. His Name Is Anthony Stephen.Born Saturday, December 6, 2003. 12:03am.Birth Weight: 7lbs. 14oz. Birth Height: 21 Inches.He Has A Full head Of Black Hair, Just Like His Daddy (Me). Michelle And I Are So happy To Finally have The New Baby, And Not A Moment Too Soon. We Were Hoping To have HIm before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/107134341273279426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/107134341273279426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107134341273279426' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-107011354315466506</id><published>2003-11-29T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T05:53:53.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WORST VIRUS EVER ---CNN ANNOUNCED !!PLEASE TELL EVERYONE ABOUT THIS!! A new virus has just been discovered that has been classified by Microsoft as the most destructive ever! This virus was discovered yesterday afternoon by McAfee and no vaccine has yet been developed. This virus simply destroys Sector Zero from the hard disk, where vital information for its functioning are stored.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/107011354315466506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/107011354315466506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107011354315466506' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106986510418075806</id><published>2003-11-26T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T08:45:49.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vocabulary Test for the Dirty Minded: 1. What is a four-letter word that ends in 'k' and means the same as intercourse?  2. What is it that a cow has four of and a woman has only two of?  3. What can you find in a man's pants that is about six inches long, has a head on it, and that women love so much that they often blow it?  4. What word starts with 'f ' and ends with 'u-c-k'?  5. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106986510418075806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106986510418075806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106986510418075806' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106969879974889749</id><published>2003-11-24T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T10:34:01.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As A Teen, I deal With The Stereotype Of Being A Snot Nosed, Punk Kid. Well I'm Fuckin' Sick Of It. People Who Know Me Well, Know That I Am Not Like Your Average 19 Year Old. Here Are Just A Few Examples In Which I Have Encountered, With In The Last Two Weeks. Only Two Weeks:I Was In The Dollar Store, With My Girlfriend. We Were Looking Around, Everything Was Fine.Until I Went Alone That Is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106969879974889749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106969879974889749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969879974889749' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106951473503422056</id><published>2003-11-22T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T07:26:14.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you remember February 1993 when a young 3 yr old was taken from a shopping mall in Liverpool by two 10-year-old boys?  Jamie Bulger walked away from his mother for only a second and Jon Venables took his hand and led him out of the mall with his friend Robert Thompson. They took Jamie on a walk for over 2 and a half miles, along the way, stopping every now and again to torture the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106951473503422056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106951473503422056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106951473503422056' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106902354995830117</id><published>2003-11-16T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T14:59:41.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hot Summer Romance As I lay on my bed, thinking about you, I feel this strong urge to grab you and squeeze you, because I can't forget last night. You came to me unexpectedly during the balmy and calm night, and what happened in my bed still leaves a tingling sensation in me. You appeared from nowhere and shamelessly without any reservations, you laid on my naked body... you sensed my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106902354995830117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106902354995830117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106902354995830117' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106900802966228458</id><published>2003-11-16T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T10:41:17.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dinner with the Girlfriend's ParentsA girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night and havedinner with her parents. Since this is such a big event, thegirl announces to her boyfriend that after dinner, she wouldlike to go out and make love for the first time. Well, the boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, sohe takes a trip to the pharmacist to get some condoms. The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106900802966228458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106900802966228458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106900802966228458' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106857574698709798</id><published>2003-11-11T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T10:36:11.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Is, Without A Doubt, One Of The Coolest PC-Illusions, I Have Ever Seen.1. Relax, And Concentrate On The Four Small Dots In The Middle Of The Picture.(For Around 30-40 seconds)2. Close Your Eyes For About 2 seconds.3. Take A Look At A Wall Near You. (You Will See A Circle Of Light Developing)4. Start Blinking Your Eye, And You Will See A Figure Emerging.5.  What Who Do You See?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106857574698709798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106857574698709798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106857574698709798' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106857236061218505</id><published>2003-11-11T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T10:00:06.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello All, I Was Sitting Around Pondering Today. Thinking Of What I Could Post About.Then It Came To Me."Name That Celebrity". I Cut A Portion Of The Face From Random Celebrities, So You Can Figure Out Who It Is.Ready! Set! Go! Good Luck. Who Is This?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106857236061218505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106857236061218505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106857236061218505' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106847837252771924</id><published>2003-11-10T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T07:52:22.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over The Past Year I Have Most Definitely Grown To Loving Rock.90% Of What I Like, Are Bands Before 1990. The Old Stuff Is Way Better Than Most of This New Shit. Don't Get Me Wrong, There Are Some Good New Bands Out There, And All. I Just Believe That Rock Music has taken A Bit a Turn, Over The Past 10 years. It's Just Not the Same. So Me and A Few Friends Plan On Getting a Band Together. We</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106847837252771924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106847837252771924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106847837252771924' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106838709160131027</id><published>2003-11-09T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T06:18:26.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Face CreamYou've probably seen or heard about the scene in "Something about Mary," where Mary thinks a little white goof hanging from Ben Stiller's ear is hair gel. I wonder if this lady is sure exactly what's in that jar of face cream?This is a gay term, related to a good ol fashioned blow job and a little mis-fire. I wonder if a Pearl Necklace, eh, never mind...Irish ToothacheAnother</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106838709160131027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106838709160131027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106838709160131027' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106805901977361362</id><published>2003-11-05T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T11:03:57.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Tallahassee, Florida. There Was A Young Teenage Couple Parked On “Lovers Lane”.(A Secluded Area in Which Teens Would Go parking, For Make out Sessions) They Were Making Out and Necking Up A Storm Quite Heavily. The Boy Friend Was Ready To Take Things To The Next Level. So He Slowly Slid His Fingers Up Her Thy And Into Her Skirt. She Gently Moves His Hand, Before She Is Pressured Into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106805901977361362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106805901977361362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106805901977361362' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106786701905594030</id><published>2003-11-03T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T05:46:25.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Litchfield Park, Arizona An Elderly Lady Finishes A Long Day Of Shopping, Until She Was Faced With Quite The Surprise. As She Leaves The “K Mart” She Approaches The Parking Lot. At Her Surprise There Were Four Young Men In her Car, Backing Out Of The Parking Space. Now, This Was a Rough Neighborhood, so she feared For Her Life. She Had Previously Had A Gun Registered, In Which She Was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106786701905594030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106786701905594030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106786701905594030' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106769376990290094</id><published>2003-11-01T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T06:43:28.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All in All. My Week Was Up And Down. It Rained Out A lot. Which Is Not Good for Me, Because My Phone Fucks up Every Time It Rains, Or Any Time We have A Bit of Wind. The Phone Line Gets Tied Up With Nothing But Static, "Extension in Use" Flashes On the Phone All Day Long. I had Called a Technician from Aliant. He Ran A Few Tests On The Line (In the House). He Assured Me That I Shouldn't Have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106769376990290094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106769376990290094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769376990290094' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106717663097771507</id><published>2003-10-26T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T07:15:07.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here Is A Very Cool Guitar Riff, That I Made Last Night. I Justed Wanted To Share It With Everyone.Enjoy!If You Like What You See, You Can Get More From Steve'z Guitar Riffz, This Site Will Be Updated atleast twice a week. Check it out, tell me what ya think. Part 1|_|- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -| |2|- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106717663097771507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106717663097771507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106717663097771507' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106711293344319036</id><published>2003-10-25T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T06:43:46.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Andrewz- Thinking Of Eminem Lyrics*"Some Dude Was Drunk And Drove His Car Over A Bridge, And Had His Girlfriend In the Trunk, And She Was Pregnant With Hi Kid. In The Car They Found A tape, But Didn't Say Who It Was To. Come To Think About It, His Name Was s---. It Was You.-Stan.-The Marshall Mathers Lp. I Just, Throw Up A Middle Finger And Let It Linger,Longer Than The Rumor That I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106711293344319036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106711293344319036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106711293344319036' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106709692557052333</id><published>2003-10-25T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T08:50:17.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I've Come Across, A New Blog. There Are Two Guys I Think, Made It..One Guy Doesn't Say Much, But The Karona Guy Is A Fucking Idiot. He Is So Blunt,I Personally Think Some Point Are Funny, But He Goes Too Far With It All. I FiguredIt Was Important To Do A Post About This, Because This Seems To Be Pissing Off Alot of People.Check It out For Yourselves.Two Guys In DisguiseSome People </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106709692557052333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106709692557052333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709692557052333' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106708696448255808</id><published>2003-10-25T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T06:07:56.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, Today Is The Day Everybody Has Been Patiently Awaiting. It Has Been a Long Gruesome 4 Day Ordeal between the Two ;( Chippy, and Tiny). The Winner, By Elimination, "CHIPPY (THE TORNADO) GUNS". Tiny Put Up A Hell of A Fight, But He Just Wasn't Wise and Experienced Enough to Finish, the Great War Warrior, Chippy. It Was A Great Fight Over All. I Though Tiny Would Have Done Some Damage. He</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106708696448255808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106708696448255808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106708696448255808' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106674001552579741</id><published>2003-10-21T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T05:42:18.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Grievance  I, the penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:I work in great depths. I plunge head first into everything I do. I do not get weekends or public holidays off. I work in a damp environment. I work in a dark workplace which has poor ventilation. I work in high temperatures. My work exposes me to contagious diseases. ------Reply------  Dear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106674001552579741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106674001552579741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106674001552579741' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106656854331154071</id><published>2003-10-19T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T09:29:32.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Main EventToday We Start A Battle. Yes You Heard Right. There Is A Battle.In The Blue Corner 32 Years Of Age, A Height Of 4 Inches, Weighing In At 3 lbs Chippy (The Tornado) Guns. Chippy, Is A Trained Killing Machine. Who Has Served 26 Years In The U.S. Marines.This Fucker Has Some Big “Guns” And Knows How To Use Em’.Current Occupation: Retired Veteran. In The Red Corner 26 Years Of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106656854331154071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106656854331154071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106656854331154071' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106648161755901962</id><published>2003-10-18T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T09:38:21.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Have Some Good Reading Today, For All Of The Guys Out There. If You Are A Female; Fuck It, The Truth Hurts.I have put together These Random Quote's From My Better Half, All Quite True and Quite Humorous. Well Maybe They're not as funny in Reading, And They Are in Hearing. But Read Them Anyways. I Call It,"Random Quote of the Woman".Stephen, I'm Cold.You Promised You’d Rub My Back.It's Too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106648161755901962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106648161755901962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106648161755901962' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106614125482755860</id><published>2003-10-14T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T10:09:18.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello All, It's Been A Few Days since My Last Post, I know.But I Am A Very Busy Guy, Ya Know. I've Been Working on Blogskins, I'm Addicted to Designing Skins...As You Can See, I Have Added A New Menu To My Side Bar. Called "My Made BlogSkins" In the Menu Is a List Of Skins That I Have Personally Designed, Free For The Taking. All You Have to Do Is Click the Link to Preview It, If You Like It,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106614125482755860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106614125482755860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106614125482755860' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106588554342530895</id><published>2003-10-11T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T10:06:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello Everyone I know I know, it’s been Quite a While since My Last Post. But I Had the Last Four Days Off, and I Don't Have A Computer At Home. This I Actually My Second Time Typing This Post, Blogger Fucked Up When I Tried Posting The Last One. So, Lets Try This Again.I Had A Bit Fun On My Days Off This Week. Tuesday Night Me And The Boys All Got Together And Jammed. All and All,  It Was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106588554342530895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106588554342530895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106588554342530895' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106536751224388050</id><published>2003-10-05T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T08:28:23.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How To Become An Asshole In 5 Easy StepsIntroductionHave you ever thought that deep down you really were not a nice person? If no, this guide probably is not for you. If yes, congratulations, you're well on your way to becoming an Asshole! If you follow these easy steps, you will be able to ensure that people think of you as an asshole, and not as a mere jerk, putz, loser or boor.Step One: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106536751224388050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106536751224388050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106536751224388050' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106527857043149608</id><published>2003-10-04T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T07:49:13.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       Well, It has been quite a while since my last actual post. I've been experimenting with Mr. Ex...So does anyone actually think Mr. Ex is funny, or what? (Just trying to have some original humor)I just got back from two exciting days off, of work. Which is why I haven't posted anything in the Last two days. Who agrees that I really need to dig deep and get a new computer? :0)I've also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106527857043149608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106527857043149608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106527857043149608' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106502298136314497</id><published>2003-10-01T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T08:25:30.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Me Again.. Mr. Ex Really Pissed Someone Off This Time.. Ha.Question: Can You Give Me Free Webbernet?  ( Mr. Ex has joined )  ( Suman has joined )Suman: Thank you for contacting Microsoft Online Customer Service, my name is Suman and I will be assisting you with your issue today. Mr. Ex: give me free msn..Suman: I understand that you would like have a free MSN.Mr. Ex: you're a bright</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106502298136314497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106502298136314497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106502298136314497' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106478166334314307</id><published>2003-09-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T13:45:54.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. Ex Strike Again.Same Spot Different Tech.Question: Can You Please Help Me??   ( Mr. Ex has joined )  ( Geri has joined )Geri: Hello Ex, thank you for using MSN Interactive Online Support. My name is Geri, I will be your Online Technical Support Engineer.Geri: Sure Ex.Geri: Can you please elaborate your issue so that I can serve you in better manner?Mr. Ex: It Won't Work.Mr. Ex: My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106478166334314307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106478166334314307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106478166334314307' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106469563513831794</id><published>2003-09-27T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T13:50:32.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Tech. Support</title><summary type='text'>This I Quite Humerous, I Went Online To Msn OnLine Support.I Joined As Mr. Ex. It Is So Much Fun Messing With Online Tech. Support. Take A Look.The Following Had Not Been Edited Or Altered In Anyway.Question: I Don't Have Any Questions I Just Want To Cancel My Account.   ( Mr. Ex has joined )  ( Pearl has joined )Pearl: Hello and welcome to MSN Interactive Online Support, my name is Pearl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106469563513831794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106469563513831794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106469563513831794' title='Fun With Tech. Support'/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106433290495024904</id><published>2003-09-23T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T04:35:15.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alanis  Morissette, What an Ugly Bitch. How did she ever get a career in entertainment? She can't sing, she is ass ugly, and she got this big ole tank ass. Who in the hell does she think she is anyway? Doing a video, ass naked with nothing covering her, but her long, frizzy, split end hair. Does She Think That She Is A Sex Symbol, Or Something? Her and Her Thunder Thighs. As if it's not bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106433290495024904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106433290495024904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106433290495024904' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106432044117579019</id><published>2003-09-23T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T05:42:11.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This has to be the coolest computer I've ever seen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106432044117579019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106432044117579019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106432044117579019' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106424574954529964</id><published>2003-09-22T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T05:11:08.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today  I've   stumbled   along   a   Very  Morbid  Website.  It's  Called   The  Death   Clock. On   The   Websites   Homepage,   You   Enter Some Basic Information  About yourself And Click "Check Your Death Clock. After You   Do  That, Up Comes This Page That Displays the Day Month  and year that you are going to die. As if that wasn't enough, There  is also a live count down, which actually</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106424574954529964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106424574954529964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106424574954529964' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106416434857484384</id><published>2003-09-21T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T10:12:28.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello Everyone.It's been A few Days since My Last Post. I know.Well I've Been Very Busy over the Past Week. Michelle And I Went Shopping On Friday.That's Right We Took Off For the Day. I Bought a Really Cool Light. It's Like a Wizards Ball with Static Electricity on the Inside. So In The Ball There's These Crazy Beams Of Blue And White Light. And When You Touch The Ball The Strands On The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106416434857484384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106416434857484384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106416434857484384' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106383200913603463</id><published>2003-09-17T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T13:53:28.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life.Well,Now That I Think About It.Everyday Is The Beginning Of The Rest Of My Life.   I Am Going To Be A Father.Me,"Daddy". That Is Pure Crazyness. People LookAt Me Like I'm Just A  Kid Myself.I Know That I Do Infact Have Alot Of Growing Up to Do. But I Feel As Though Is Should Be Looked Upon With Just As Much Respect Of Any Other Person. There </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106383200913603463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106383200913603463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106383200913603463' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106363069875396081</id><published>2003-09-15T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T10:35:56.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 Gay Jokes1.Q: How are a faggot and a microwave different?A: Microwaves don't turn your meat brown! 2.The Truck Driver, the Hitch Hiker and the Monkey--------------------------------------------------------------------------------One night this truck driver was going down the road and he seen this hitch hiker so he stops and lets the hitchhiker come on in his truck. The hitch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106363069875396081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106363069875396081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106363069875396081' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106356009892317736</id><published>2003-09-14T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T10:21:38.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm A Cape BretonerHey, I'm not a coal miner or a fisherman And I don't live in a company house Or own a kilt or play bagpipes.... And I don't know John MacDonald, Although I'm sure if you knew his Father's name or his family nickname, I might. My father is on pogie... Not Unemployment Insurance I speak Cape Bretonese Not English or French - unless I'm from Cheticamp.  I say "yous" not "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106356009892317736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106356009892317736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106356009892317736' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106354894391859312</id><published>2003-09-14T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T07:15:43.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WORK VS. PRISONJust in case you ever get the two mixed up, this should make things a bit clearer. In prison... you spend the majority of your time in an 8X10 cell. At work... you spend the majority of your time in a 6X8 cubicle. In prison... you get three meals a day. At work... you only get a break for one meal and you pay for it.  In prison... you get time off for good behavior. At </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106354894391859312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106354894391859312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106354894391859312' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106346721988399821</id><published>2003-09-13T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T08:55:58.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How To Poop At WorkWe've all been there but don't like to admit it.  We've all kicked backIn our cubicles and suddenly felt something brewing down below.As much as we try to convince ourselves otherwise, the WORKPOOP is inevitable. For those who hate pooping at work,Following is the Survival Guide for taking a dump at work.CROP DUSTINGWhen farting, you walk briskly around the office so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106346721988399821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106346721988399821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106346721988399821' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106322942818030997</id><published>2003-09-10T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T14:32:50.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ralph Wiggum, The Semi-Intelligent GodMe fail English? That's unpossible.Hi, Super Nintendo Chalmers!Mrs. Krabappel and Principal Skinner were in the closet making babies and I saw one of the babies and then the baby looked at me.Eww, Daddy, this tastes like Gramma!I bent my wookie.The doctor said I wouldn't have so many nose bleeds if I kept my finger outta there.Ralph: "Daddy, I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106322942818030997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106322942818030997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106322942818030997' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106322374246590599</id><published>2003-09-10T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T13:16:15.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Homer Simpson Quotes Of WisdomFirst rule of the woods boy conceal your nakedness.'Single and Sassy' - Homer's bumper sticker.Internet! Is that thing still around?All right, brain. You don't like me and I don't like you, but let's just do this    and I can get back to killing you with beer.If there's one thing I've learned, it's that life is one crushing defeat after    another until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106322374246590599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106322374246590599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106322374246590599' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106321261924965538</id><published>2003-09-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T10:00:53.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New HumorToday I Having, Not A Story To Tell. I Don't Why; My Mind Is Just Drawing A Blank. I Am Really Not A Good Writer; I Don't Have The Brain Capacity For It. All I Ever Right About Is My Shitty Job, Or My Shitty Life. Like Anyone Really Gives A Shit. And No, I'm Not Looking for Sympathy or Anything Like That. I'm only Adding This Post To Set The Record Straight. From Now On I Will Not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106321261924965538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106321261924965538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106321261924965538' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106312930371719803</id><published>2003-09-09T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T07:56:38.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIFEWhat is life? Life is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down And everytime you think you gotten past it it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your friends But they really your enemies, with secret indentities and disguises, to hide they true colors So just when you think you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106312930371719803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106312930371719803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106312930371719803' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106303661571648706</id><published>2003-09-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T05:58:54.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like A VirginCanada Suffered A Great Deal, When The Star Wars Kid Video Was Release Onto The Net.Canadians In General, Were the Laughing Stock of the Internet for a Good Year, On Account Of The "Star Wars Kid."       Now, The Star Wars Kid Is Basically Forgotten About, And There's A New Laugher In The Air. And It Smells Like Those Stupid, No Talent, American Bastard. What the Fuck Was This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106303661571648706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106303661571648706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106303661571648706' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106294346621894872</id><published>2003-09-07T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T06:02:25.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Star Wars KidI'm Sure By Now Everyone Has Heard Of Or Seen The So Called "Star Wars Kid" In Some Way Shape Or Form.Well Today, I Have The Real Story Behind The Star Wars Kid.So, Read Up. You Might Learn Something.            The Star Wars Kid is a 15-year-old from Quebec known only as Ghyslain -- his parents are keeping his last name secret to protect his identity. Back in November 2002, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106294346621894872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106294346621894872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106294346621894872' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106288045036398219</id><published>2003-09-06T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T06:04:05.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger Was Down :(Hello.*Echo*Is there anybody in there?Just nod if you can hear me.Is there anyone home?LoL.. I'm Losing My Mind Man. :O Blogger Was Down All Day..And I Am Now Just Settling Down From Blogger WithDrawls. Why Do You Do This To Me? You Bastards.. Why?? Today Wasn't Too Bad, Except For The Fact That I was So Bored. I Degraded Myself To Looking For Nude Pictures Of Lizzy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106288045036398219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106288045036398219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106288045036398219' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106260548554205959</id><published>2003-09-03T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T11:10:33.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Evolution Of Man (Funny But All So True) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106260548554205959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106260548554205959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106260548554205959' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106259605386030506</id><published>2003-09-03T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T05:26:22.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New BabiesI Have Finally Come To The Realization, That I Hate My Job, If You Haven't Already Noticed.  I Just Won't Live With The Fact That I Will Work At A Call Center For The Rest Of My Life. I Don't Think So. Life Is Too Short, And I'm Gonna' Make Something Of It. I'm Only 19 Years Old, So It's A Pretty Good Paying Job For Now.But Nothing To Make A Carreer Out Of.This Is One Of The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106259605386030506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106259605386030506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106259605386030506' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106201807537705004</id><published>2003-08-27T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T12:37:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Is A Picture Of The South Polar Ice Cap On Mars August 26th, 2003. This Is The Closest Mars Has Ever Been To Earth Since52,000 Years! Actually it will be just a tad bit closer in 2287. But I'll most likely miss that onePicture And Documentation Done By Dave</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106201807537705004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106201807537705004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106201807537705004' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106200106850253703</id><published>2003-08-27T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T17:53:46.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I Decided To Scrounge The Web For Some Funny PICS. I Figured This Selected PIC Would Tickle The Fancies Of My Daily Blog Viewers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106200106850253703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106200106850253703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106200106850253703' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106181475044265588</id><published>2003-08-25T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T06:05:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My VacationToday Is My First Day Back From Vacation.This Sux.That Had To Be The Quickest Week In My Life. Oh Well "All N' All" It's Been A Pretty Good Week.I Had A Few Drinks. I Saw A  Very Kewl Movie, In The Theatre.(Jason VS. Freddy) With The Woman And Some Friends, It Was The Shit. Over My Vacation I've Decided To Quit Smoking. I Actually Made It Through The Week On, One Smoke A Day. Some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106181475044265588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106181475044265588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106181475044265588' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106161725104825413</id><published>2003-08-22T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T12:39:45.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Say Hello To My Little Friend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106161725104825413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106161725104825413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106161725104825413' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106080369533128342</id><published>2003-08-13T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T06:06:42.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blaster Worm VirusThis Week Another Great Virus Has Struck The Poor Microsoft Corperation.It's Now Known As The "Blaster Worm" Pfffff.... Fuck.. Who In The Hell Thinks Of Those Stupid Fucking  Names? LOL. This Virus Has Been Attacking Windows Xp Users World Wide, For The Past Three Day. This Virus Is Provoked Or Launched. When Accessing The Internet..Once The User Is Online He/She Will Be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106080369533128342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106080369533128342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106080369533128342' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106012156015854441</id><published>2003-08-05T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T14:45:30.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Exiting Night In Glace Bay   It Was A Gloomy Quiet Evening.My Buddies And I Were Sitting In Town.It Wasn't Like A Regular Evening In Town Because My Girlfriend Had Gone Home.(Due To A Previous Argument) So I Was, In A  Sense, A Little On Edge. So There We  All Were Sitting On The Benches Beside Tim Horton's. Just Another Boring Saturday Night. But There Was Just Something That Didn't Seem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106012156015854441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106012156015854441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106012156015854441' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106004416365622084</id><published>2003-08-04T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T06:08:11.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bearer Of Bad NewsI Give Up With The God Damn Riddles. Steve Malloy Is A Fucking Cheater.  :)He Got The Answer Again.. The Answer Was:At that moment, the time and day could be written as: 12:34, 5/6/78.It Is Now August 4th, I Can't Wait Till' My Whole One Week Off. It's On The 17th, Of August. I'm Going To Get Completely Fucking Smashed. I'm Far Over Do For A Nice Drunk On. I've Been 19</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106004416365622084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106004416365622084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106004416365622084' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-106002572650253819</id><published>2003-08-04T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:38:57.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Have A New Winner. The Name Is Anonymous, But This PersonGoes By The  Nick Of "Lost Together"Well Anyways The Answer Was 20BC.Good Job "Lost Together" That Was A Tough One.Now, Let's See Who Can Figure This One Out. I'll have To Start Making Them Harder..You Guys Are Too Smart..Something very extraordinary happened on the 6th of May, 1978 at 12:34 a.m.What was it? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106002572650253819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/106002572650253819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106002572650253819' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105996491781681067</id><published>2003-08-03T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:39:11.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Steve Malloy Got The Winning Answer Again.. The Answer Was:Halfway... Then He's Running Out Of The Woods.So Quick With The Answers Aye' Boy..Well Your Definitly Not Going To *Sigh*For This One.King Tut died 120 years after King Eros was born. Their combined ages when they died was 100 years. King Eros died in the year 40 B.C. In what year was King Tut born? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105996491781681067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105996491781681067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105996491781681067' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105996416098421565</id><published>2003-08-03T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:39:25.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Have A Winner, Steve Malloy Is On a Role.The Correct Answer Was : "7 up cans."Now Who Can Figure This One Out?No Cheating Malloy! :)How far can a dog run into the woods?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105996416098421565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105996416098421565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105996416098421565' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105994953831504025</id><published>2003-08-03T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:39:42.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well! Well! Well!Steve MalloyIs Our Weiner.I Mean Winner. LOLThe Teaser Was?Translate The Following.YYURYYUBICURYY4METhe Answer Was "Too Wise You Are Too Wise You Be, I See You Are Too Wise For Me."I've Noticed That You Are Quite Cocky Mr. Malloy.Let's See If You Can Figure Out This Next One.Translate The Following.N N N N N N NA A A A A A AC C C C C C C </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105994953831504025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105994953831504025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105994953831504025' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105993036005740211</id><published>2003-08-03T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T06:09:02.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New RealizationI've Been Doing a lot Of Thinking, Over the Last Little While.I Have Always Been So Hung Up, Over Sleep. I Always Thought Sleep Was A Very Important Thing, With A Job Like This And All. Whenever I Go Home At Night, I Stay Away Until Around  3:00-4:00 Am, Not Even Realizing How Quickly The Time Is Going By. And Then When I Tried To Sleep, Know I Had Work The Next Day, I Would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105993036005740211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105993036005740211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105993036005740211' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105977515440144467</id><published>2003-08-01T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T06:10:05.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pay DayToday, Is Really Shitty, Well Somewhat. I Guess Other people Would Say I'm Just A Bitch. I Woke Up This Morning. Knowing Its Pay Day..But I Knew I Wouldn't Have Much Money To Spare. So I Went To Town To Check The Ole' Account Balance. Only $590.00. My Raise Was Suppose To Be Approved. But It Wasn't. I Found This Quite Interesting, So I Checked My Pay Stub When I Got To Work. That </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105977515440144467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105977515440144467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105977515440144467' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105975563651496746</id><published>2003-08-01T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T12:40:20.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's Proof Of How Many Calls I've Taken On Tuesday..This Is Crazy, If You Took More Please Let Me Know I'd Love To See It..Email Me A Screen Shot And I'll Post It..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105975563651496746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105975563651496746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105975563651496746' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105953271624238560</id><published>2003-07-29T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:40:41.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Anwer Is . A Parachute....Mr. Shane Got It Correct.This Will Be My Last Post Till' Friday, I'm Off For The Next TwoDays..And I Can't Afford My Own Damn Computer.But Anyways On A Different Not.. I Have Met A Great Accomplishment Today..I Have Dominated...Today I Took Over 100 Calls So Far.. With A Handle Time Of 4:04 Min/Call..This Is Nuts... And I Still Have A Good Hour Left...This Is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105953271624238560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105953271624238560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105953271624238560' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105941688380992539</id><published>2003-07-28T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T06:11:27.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Great DayI Hate My Fucking JobGod Damn, I Am About To Jump Right Through The Phone After These Stupid CockSuckers.Fuck, Half Of Them Are Half Deaf, And The Other Half Can't Speak English.So You have To Talk Very Slow And Very Loud. Then They Interrupt You In The Middle Of What You Were Saying, And Say, "Can You Repeat That? I Can't Hear You." They Are All Driving Me Nuts. Fuck At This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105941688380992539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105941688380992539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105941688380992539' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105941272903063373</id><published>2003-07-28T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:43:52.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay I Got A Good One For Today. Lets See IF Any Of You Can Figure Out This One.Two men are in a desert. They both have packs on. One of the guys is dead. The guy who is alive has his pack open, the guy who is dead has his pack closed. What is in the pack? Now C'mon, Think Before You Answer People. :0) Good Luck. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105941272903063373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105941272903063373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105941272903063373' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105935811477449212</id><published>2003-07-27T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T06:12:28.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stress Leave, Anyone?Well, Today Was Just Another Day in Paradise.I Suck, God Damn My Job Sucks.. Now We're BusyFrom Shift Start to End. Because Of All Of The Lazy Bastard's Who Don't Believe In, "Working In Heat Over 30 degrees, Fuck.Everyone In This Damn Town Must Be  Near Ready To kill ThemselvesWith All Of The Stress Leaves On The Go. Jesus It's Not That StressfulFor Them In The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105935811477449212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105935811477449212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105935811477449212' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105933977095461014</id><published>2003-07-27T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:44:48.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Correct Answer Is:"She Slid The News Paper Under A door And Made Them Stand On Either Side."Mr. Steve Malloy Answered Correctly, With:"She put it under a door... half on each side"Good Job Steve, Somebody Saw "Brothers Keeper" HaHa.Lets See If You Can Figure Out The Next One.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105933977095461014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105933977095461014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105933977095461014' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105932363156813030</id><published>2003-07-27T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:46:21.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I Got A Good Riddle For Today..There Is A Mother And Her Two Sons.The Two Boys Got Into TroubleAnd Were Being Punished. So As Their Punishment The Mother TookOne Full Page From The News Paper, And Made Them Stand On It Together, But She Did It In Such A Way That The Boys Were Unable toEven Touch Each Other.How Did She Do It???First One To Answer Wins.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105932363156813030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105932363156813030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105932363156813030' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105916866415427175</id><published>2003-07-25T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:46:40.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Have A Winner, Anna Got The Question Correct...Mt. Everest. Is The Answer..Because, Even Though It Was No Yet Discovered..It Was Still The Tallest.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105916866415427175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105916866415427175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105916866415427175' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105915090315626982</id><published>2003-07-25T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:47:13.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi  Everybody, It'z Me Again..Yes, For Those OF You That Are So Concerned...It Has Been Brought To My Attention That, I Have Bad Grammar..I Am Aware Of This Issue.Thank You For Informing Me..(You Know Who You Are)I Have A Very Cool Riddle For You Today..Here It Is.What Was The Tallest Mountain In The World Before Mount Everest Was Discovered?First One To Answer Correctly Wins..Add Your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105915090315626982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105915090315626982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105915090315626982' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105892922167416943</id><published>2003-07-22T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:48:13.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Day All, We Are Currently Under Going A Server IssueHere At ***.. That's Really Strange, Don't Ya Think? *Cough*Sarcasm*Cough*.I Just Took More calls In 20 Minutes, That What I Took All Day..My Handle Time Is Like 3 Minutes... I Verify Their Account Info.Let Them Bitch For A Few Minutes. Then I Slap Them In The Face With The Ole' Server Issue Script...It Just Pisses Them Off..lolI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105892922167416943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105892922167416943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105892922167416943' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105883313238722278</id><published>2003-07-21T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:48:48.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really Dumb, Real HeadlinesActual headlines---------------------------------------------------------------------------SOMETHING WENT WRONG IN JET CRASH, EXPERT SAYSPOLICE BEGIN CAMPAIGN TO RUN DOWN JAYWALKERSSAFETY EXPERTS SAY SCHOOL BUS PASSENGERS SHOULD BE BELTEDDRUNK GETS NINE MONTHS IN VIOLIN CASESURVIVOR OF SIAMESE TWINS JOINS PARENTSFARMER BILL DIES IN HOUSEIRAQI HEAD SEEKS ARMS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105883313238722278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105883313238722278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105883313238722278' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105883137806355621</id><published>2003-07-21T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:49:16.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a Topic...Did You Ever Wonder?Now This Is One Of My Favorite Topics..Hehehaha.Cause It Makes You Think. So Lets Just Dive Right In.Did You Ever Wonder:1. Why Do 24 Stores have Locks?2. What Are The Needles For Lethal Injection Sterilized?3. Why Do Kamakasi(suicide pilots)Pilots Wear helmets?4. Why Is The Wrong Number Never Busy?5. When Someone Says "I'm Sweating Like A Pig". </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105883137806355621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105883137806355621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105883137806355621' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105881414017318269</id><published>2003-07-21T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:49:47.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Going To Start Things Off Today With A More Serious Note.Today I Will Disguss My Biggest Fear..My Biggest Fear Is Death. I Don't Know Why, It Just Really BothersMe, Knowing That Some Day, I Will Be Just A Memory, If That. I Just Can't Image, Not Existing Anymore. If You've Ever Just Sat Down Alone And Though About It, It's A Very Scary Feeling. Knowing That SomeDay You Will Be Just An </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105881414017318269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105881414017318269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105881414017318269' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105872482389595396</id><published>2003-07-20T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:50:37.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello All, I'm Back..Hmmmmmm....What Should I Complain About Today...Hmmmmmm... I Don't Have A Clue...I Really Don't Have Anyting To Hollar About..So I Must Be Havin' A Good Day..I Got Not One Thing To Vent About...The Only Reason I Am Still Typing, Is To Have An Actual Full Size Looking Post For My Blog..hahaha...I'm Actually Onna' Call At Werk Rite Now,Some Brain Dead Bitch Doesn't Know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105872482389595396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105872482389595396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105872482389595396' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105854968275985990</id><published>2003-07-18T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:51:02.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Herby Declare My Hatred For Coke A' Cola !For Quite Sometime Now, I Have Hated Coke Pop, Simply Due To The Fact, That The Company Is Cheap. The Pop Is Cheap, Their Packaging And Bottling Is Cheap. The Damn Company Is Even Cheap With Their Prizes. Pepsi Is The Best. Atleast With Pepsi, You Got 1 In 6 Chances To Win A Prize. With Coke Its 1 In 10..Pffffff... And Even If You Lose On Pepsi, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105854968275985990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105854968275985990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105854968275985990' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105822210868657905</id><published>2003-07-14T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:52:25.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi Everybody!                   Itz Me Again, I Am Now Officially Of Age..No More Illegal Drinking 4 Me..The Only Thing That Sucked, was That My Birtday Was On A Sunday.. I Tried Buyin' My Own Boo's In The Beer Store on Saturday Nite, And Security Stopped Me, As Soon As I Walked In The Door..I Never Even Had Time To ThinkAbout What I Wanted.In One Door And Out The Other..So Someone Got It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105822210868657905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105822210868657905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105822210868657905' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-105794303103007754</id><published>2003-07-11T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:52:45.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Itz Been Quit A While Since My Last Post, I've Just been really busy L8ly,..With Wirk And All...Ya i Know, I Actually do my job now.lol.....Its Now Friday,I just returned from having 2 days, and i swapt a shfit, so now i'm gonna Be off for 2 more days...I can't wait until Tomorrow Nite, I'm Turning 19...My Birthday Is At Midnite, So Sunday in Other Words..I Also Found OUt recently That I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105794303103007754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/105794303103007754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105794303103007754' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-93662151</id><published>2003-05-02T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:53:22.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the day i start, joke of the day..everday i will post one new joke...i'll only post it if it makes me laugh...here's the first Q : Why do men snore when they lay on their backs? A : Because their balls fall over their asshole and they vapor-lock! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/93662151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/93662151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93662151' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-93659374</id><published>2003-05-02T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:53:43.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Useless Facts, You May Find Very Interesting:(1)  The sentence "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." uses      every letter in the alphabet. (2)  The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a      letter is uncopyrightable.(3) The reason firehouses have circular stairways is from the days of     yore when the engines were pulled by horses. The horses were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/93659374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/93659374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93659374' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-93496217</id><published>2003-04-29T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:54:36.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today my Webpage got complete, taken down, by those angelfire bastards.I had a geocities link on it, and they trashed it on me, cmon' are they that insecure....fuck it, i'm just gonna stick with the bloggin, i'm too pissed off to start another web site yet...ya put all that work into it, and it could be wiped out at any given time....when i get a pc at home, i'll start one back up, i'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/93496217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/93496217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93496217' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-93474941</id><published>2003-04-29T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:55:05.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm turning over a new leaf, no more bad mouthing, the american people.It's not their fault they know absolutely nothing, about modern technology....from now on i'm just going to post what's on my mind.....so there is no real category for this blog any more.  :) Just me writing about alot of bullshit. lolnot like anyone is ever gonna read this shit anyways.but i don't care, this is all for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/93474941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/93474941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmenuts.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93474941' title=''/><author><name>Diablo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311894.post-93147954</id><published>2003-04-23T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T12:25:44.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Women are a pain in the ass, especially those snooty fuckin' American woman who think they know it all...for example..Call:Rep: What operating Sytem Are You Using?Woman: Windows 97.Rep: That is Not An OS, it went from 95                                    to 98.it may be one of those..Woman:I think I know What I got On my                                        Computer.Rep: You Must Be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/93147954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311894/posts/default/93147954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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