<?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-8824629320078036455</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:03:06.398-08:00</updated><category term='Myspace'/><category term='horny'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='venting'/><category term='sushi'/><category term='pony'/><category term='movies'/><category term='crap'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='customer service'/><category term='dave and buster&apos;s'/><category term='creepy'/><title type='text'>So Says Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sosaysme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201898867388467241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBfqfPRDi6Q/THbJcN4q0iI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6rUJMA9tOM/S220/E_retouch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824629320078036455.post-4845573643766167190</id><published>2009-08-20T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:50:44.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this shit is FUNNY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Usually I'm the receiver of the worst email forwards...today I was pleasantly surprised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thoughts....I don't know the author...but he is brilliant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.       I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.       More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.       Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.       I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.       Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.       I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.       The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.       Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.       There is a great need for sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.    Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f*** was going on when I first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.    I think everyone has a movie that they love so much; it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.    How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.    I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.    I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.    The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.    A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.    Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.    Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.    I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.    Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.    My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us." Classy, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.    Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.    How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.    I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.    While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it....thanks Mario Kart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.    MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.    Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.    I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.    Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.    I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.    Bad decisions make good stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.    Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.    If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.    Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from; this shouldn't be a problem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.    You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.    Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.    There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.    I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.    "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.    I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.    While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA . No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don’t win, they are executed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.    I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.    I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.    When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.    I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.    Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.    As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.    Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.    It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.    I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.    I think that if, years down the road when I’m trying to have a kid, I find out that I’m sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.    Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.    Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my a$$ everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.    My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the h*ll do I respond to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.    It really pi$$es me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.    I wonder if cops ever get pi$$ed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.    I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.    I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.    The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There’s nothing like being made to feel like a fat b@st@rd before dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824629320078036455-4845573643766167190?l=sosayse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/feeds/4845573643766167190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824629320078036455&amp;postID=4845573643766167190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/4845573643766167190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/4845573643766167190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-this-shit-is-funny.html' title='Now this shit is FUNNY!!!!'/><author><name>sosaysme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201898867388467241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBfqfPRDi6Q/THbJcN4q0iI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6rUJMA9tOM/S220/E_retouch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824629320078036455.post-7444616610227609684</id><published>2008-05-21T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:28:22.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not funny you poon!</title><content type='html'>I just received one of those ridiculous "girls, we're all in the same boat with our fat thighs, love of chocolate and shoes, my boss and co-workers are inconsiderate nazis, let's embrace and flaunt our ability to be a bitch, all men are fat, lazy and not as smart as women " desperate attempt to be a joke (but it's not even remotely funny) emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your reference I have copied that crap email below in the off chance you have no idea what type of crap I'm talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 THINGS A STRESSED WOMAN MAY SAY AT WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you.&lt;br /&gt;2. You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;3. Well, this day was a total waste of make-up.&lt;br /&gt;4. Well, aren't we a goddamn ray of sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do I look like a people person?&lt;br /&gt;7. This isn't an office. It's hell with fluorescent lighting.&lt;br /&gt;8. I started out with nothing and I still have most of it left.&lt;br /&gt;9. Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble wrap is cheap. You choose.&lt;br /&gt;10. Why don't you try practicing random acts of intelligence and senseless acts of self-control?&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm not crazy. I've been in a very bad mood for 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sarcasm is just one more service I offer.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do they e ver sh ut up on your planet?&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable.&lt;br /&gt;15. Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't gone to sleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;16. Back off!! You're standing in my aura.&lt;br /&gt;17. Don't worry. I forgot your name too.&lt;br /&gt;18. I work 45 hours a week to be this poor.&lt;br /&gt;19. Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.&lt;br /&gt;20. Wait ... I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.&lt;br /&gt;21. Chaos, panic and disorder ... my work here is done.&lt;br /&gt;22. Ambivalent? Well, yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;23. You look like shit. Is that the style now?&lt;br /&gt;24. Earth is full. Go home.&lt;br /&gt;25. Aw, did I step on your poor little itty bitty ego?&lt;br /&gt;26. I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.&lt;br /&gt;27. A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;28. You are depriving some village of an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;29. If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport.&lt;br /&gt;30. Look deeply into my eyes ... Do you see one ounce of give-a-shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't email this crap to me. It's not funny...not even when some fuck prints one of these zingers on a t-shirt and you feel compelled to buy/wear it because you can "so relate." Fuck off...if you find any of the above even mildly amusing--I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google...Doug Stanhope...that is funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here endeth the lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824629320078036455-7444616610227609684?l=sosayse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/feeds/7444616610227609684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824629320078036455&amp;postID=7444616610227609684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/7444616610227609684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/7444616610227609684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-is-it-so-hard-for-some-people-to.html' title='It&apos;s not funny you poon!'/><author><name>sosaysme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201898867388467241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBfqfPRDi6Q/THbJcN4q0iI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6rUJMA9tOM/S220/E_retouch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824629320078036455.post-815008552832095951</id><published>2008-05-17T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T08:29:38.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>I think I like crap...</title><content type='html'>So last night I'm home, solo...and I'm flipping through the channels looking for something to entertain me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Legend of Billie Jean was on Showtime...remember that one...with Helen Slater, Christian Slater, that guy from Back to School and Christine that nobody can ever remember his name and a young and very odd looking Yeardley Smith...remember? Terrible movie about a broken scooter, a girl with a butch haircut and her groupies fighting for $608 dollars--Fair is fair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible flick...yet I got excited that this crap was on...I actually said outloud, by myself "score!"...watched it from start to finish and enjoyed ever sucky second of it. The only thing that doesn't suck about that movie is Pat Benatar's "Invincible"--still kicks a whole lotta ass, as does Pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...I realized that this is not the only sub par "entertainment" that I always feel compelled to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Gun, Look Who's Talking, Friends Til the End (Shannon Doherty singing!!!...wow now that's crap), Cocktail (again with the Tom Cruise), Summer School, Footloose, Adventures in Babysitting, Sleeping with the Enemy, The Bedroom Window (Steve Gutenberg...I mean really???)....the list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it...every one of those films offends intelligence, humor, reality etc etc...but I HAVE TO WATCH THEM!!! There have been instances when two of these gems are on at the same time and I will either flip back and forth or I'll Tivo one to save for later...what the fuck??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824629320078036455-815008552832095951?l=sosayse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/feeds/815008552832095951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824629320078036455&amp;postID=815008552832095951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/815008552832095951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/815008552832095951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-i-like-crap.html' title='I think I like crap...'/><author><name>sosaysme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201898867388467241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBfqfPRDi6Q/THbJcN4q0iI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6rUJMA9tOM/S220/E_retouch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824629320078036455.post-2283125386915681818</id><published>2008-05-09T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:06:25.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><title type='text'>A $9.95 Dirty Pussy</title><content type='html'>So today I encountered one of my all time pet peeves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when some sort of customer service type person argues with you that you gave them wrong information and they couldn't fathom the possibility that they themselves have made a mistake--sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; I could just spit nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered lunch today from a sushi place I frequent a few times a month for lunch...I order the same thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;...but today, instead of giving me fresh salmon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sashimi&lt;/span&gt;, they gave me a grilled salmon appetizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a huge deal...there's a bit of a language barrier there...I can understand how a mistake can occur...however when I informed her my order was incorrect...she got annoyed. Visibly ANNOYED...the bitch sighed and shook her head! What the fuck???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then proceeded to tell me that I said GRILLED--I didn't...I don't eat cooked salmon...no smoked, steamed, baked, grilled...ain't eating it...any form of cooked salmon smells and tastes like dirty pussy...I assure you I would NEVER order a $9.95 dirty pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so insulting for someone to not accept that a simple mistake was made on their part--it's lunch time, it's busy, they have their hands full, english isn't their first language...it's cool, you made a mistake...this is not huge...but don't fucking tell me that I don't know what the fuck I ordered...I mean really????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is right up there with when the bitch at the bank had the wrong address printed on my checks, then tried to tell me I gave her the wrong address--seriously, I gave you the wrong address???...I know where the fuck I live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824629320078036455-2283125386915681818?l=sosayse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/feeds/2283125386915681818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824629320078036455&amp;postID=2283125386915681818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/2283125386915681818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/2283125386915681818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/2008/05/995-dirty-pussy.html' title='A $9.95 Dirty Pussy'/><author><name>sosaysme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201898867388467241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBfqfPRDi6Q/THbJcN4q0iI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6rUJMA9tOM/S220/E_retouch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824629320078036455.post-4058975257350126455</id><published>2008-05-08T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:44:20.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horny'/><title type='text'>Attention MySpace Cassanovas</title><content type='html'>To all you romantics out there that think MySpace, Facebook and the like is a good way to meet the ladies and exercise all your moves...a few words of the wise for ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If all you got is ass in your friends list....move along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have a pic of what you think chicks think is a "hot" car....find its real owner and ask him to run your lame clueless ass over with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have a pic of a dick you're trying to pass off as your own....go fuck yourself with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and (drum roll) if you have any self respect left for yourself...you'll move out of your mom's basement, quit working at your local BlockBuster, trade in your Schwinn for some sort of motorized transportation, delete your Yahoo, MySpace, Friendster, AOL, MSN, Hot Naked Chick of the Hour account and venture out of your sad little masturbating reality and look for a female that doesn't want to kick the shit out of you upon sight...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck shitstain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824629320078036455-4058975257350126455?l=sosayse.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBfqfPRDi6Q/THbJcN4q0iI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6rUJMA9tOM/S220/E_retouch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824629320078036455.post-3085632850456008195</id><published>2008-05-08T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:12:50.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy horny mother fuckers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Below is a growing collection of creepy fucking people hitting on yours truly and friends through myspace email. Everyone on myspace falls victim to these sad sad attempts sooner or later, so I thought instead of just ignoring and deleting these idiots...I would post their lame shit here for all to point and laugh at....click their names at the end....you can check them out for yourself...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Matt....he's a guy in high demand...so much so that if he posts a pic...someone's gonna steal it....asshole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was browsing and I saw your profile and I knew i had to talk to you.. You seem like a really cool girl. You look very cute!! Random Fact About Me: You might find this weird but um.. I like it when a girl farts.. I really don't know why.. LoL.. You look like you would be a cool girl to talk to!!!TTYL! So anyway's what's up???here's my pic.. :D if i put my pics up, they get stolen.. period. :( here i am okay.... lol i just hosted it just s you could look at me http://tinypic.com/im3x1w.jpg now! I am a guy who believes that girls these days are treated like shit. Guys these days are absolutely pathetic in their treatment of girls and I bet you will agree.. TTYL! :D Do you have aim or something that I can im you at?? I'd love to chat with you. I added u as a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/iammatthew"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bet Mike's a poet...he made my sister swoon with this....jackass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can I just tell you how much I would love to lay you down on a bed and slowly slide your legs wide open. kissing and sucking my way up your legs from your knees to your inner thighs. not missing a single inch of your body....then I would love to slowly slide my tounge across your dripping wet pussy. gently pushing deep inside you.............I'll tell you the rest later :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/callerman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jimmy's new in town....too bad I'm not in to serial killers....fuckhole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW ARE YOU I JUST ARRIVED IN TOWN FROM NY AND IM VERY BORED, UNTIL I FIND PLCE TO LIVE IM STAYING IN A HOTEL I WAS WONDERING IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER AND MAYBE SHOW ME AROUND TOWN&lt;br /&gt;HOPE TO HERE FROM YOU SOON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=37148651"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JIMMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spontaneus? Hey Dave, hows about I smash your face in?...dumbass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey sexy, well I hope you had a good Monday..any plans tonight or can you be somewhat spontaneous? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=22301043"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rob's a moron...stupid fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;How are you? Doing ok or boring, if you are boring and i am boring too and if you like and we can make some plan to evening or tomorrow, if you please reply me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=5483998"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David takes the suave approach.....dipshit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey whats up i wanna fuck you till i make you bleed! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/panson007"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin is a man of few words....at least he has that going for him....tool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello sexy!!!!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=20651307"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Jimmy...got a live one for ya!...Adam's new in town too!....go fuck yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm in dallas for the week and would love to meet a new friend and you seem like a good one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=19063242"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ADAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ol' DJ Diddles is stealin' my man Mike's material.....jackoff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;do u realize how fuckin hot u are, ur tits, ur ass, ur face ur fuckin perfect... I would put my mouth over ur beautiful pussy and start to hum.. and start to write the abc's on ur clitty, occasionally stopping to nibble on ur button and stickin my toungue in ur steeming cunt, while my left hand moves around on ur tits and my right hand play with ur asshole get my 9 in cock out and fuck u until u can't orgasm any more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thebowlcut"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DJ Diddles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DJ Diddles was donated by the fuckin hot and perfect Amy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chono can't spell.....word moron.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMY ITS LIKE I JUST SENT A REQUEST...I DONT MINDZ IF U DISS ME...BUT I JUSS WANNA SAY I DIGZ UR PAGE...U SEEM LIKE I BAD ASS GOTHIC BABE...EVEN UR HEAD LINES TITE!!&lt;br /&gt;HOPE U DONT HATE ON ME PEACE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/chonobrown"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chono Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My man Scott was going for the Creepy Hall of Fame with this one....shitstain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The eyes of a cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornered, you sit, eyes purring.&lt;br /&gt;Im trapped. Trapped in time, your time; stunned.&lt;br /&gt;Sucking in air, i taste your scent on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;The scent of a woman; scent of passion; of lust.&lt;br /&gt;Blood thrashes through me.&lt;br /&gt;Flashing through tight veins, thundering in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;Banging my body hard, banging my body fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On closing my eyes, you wrap your beauty around me.&lt;br /&gt;Drawing me deep within you.&lt;br /&gt;I acquiesce.&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;Taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chance Encounter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smooth skin wrapped in linen, kissed with satin. Your every pulse caressing me, your feline eyes, eyes so beautiful, eyes that see inside me, eyes I can no longer avoid. There is no escape. I am taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my minds silence, gently, slowly - like a warm summers breeze - my fingers caress your satin covered flower, your scent kissing my fingers, your petals open as I guide my gentle, but firm, fingers slowly and quietly again and again and again, smoothly, gently, slowly hypnotising your eyes, your body, your being, youre mine. Your body is reaching out to be held; to be used, to be loved. Purring eyes roll as my lips taste your scent, and my tongue traces the form of your now wet and swollen petals. My fingers ease the black satin aside. I kiss your bud. You are in bloom as I caress you again and again and again. Waves of energy speed through your body as your breathing quickens. Your hands search for reality, your body, your mind, your soul depart this, our earth. I draw in more of your nectar. My blood flows, my stem hard, I release it from white cotton. Your flower awaits me, as I ease myself inside you. I stop. Still. No movement of muscle. You feel my blood thunder on your petals, swollen and moist. I remain still. We feel. Feel our energy together. you push your tender, aching body towards me, I pull back gently, slowly. You can still feel my blood pulsating, as I feel yours. Our scent is enveloping us, intoxicating us. Both desperate for breath, we draw in love-tainted air as I thrust my being deep within you and stop. Your eyes open. I search inside them. Our lips, moist and swollen. Arms are locked. We are one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Scotstoy was another generous donation from Amy's archives...unfortunatly his profile has been deleted....probably banned for creepy lameness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan's a man of few words...if only he could stop talking completely I wouldn't want to kick the shit out of him....suckass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;can i c ur titties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" fuseaction="user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID="&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan was donated by Bridget with the nice titties.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Stephen tried to take the sly approach and make Bridget think she'd already made friends with him...nice try...didn't work asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, what's up for your Friday night? I'm just playing around for a bit and gettin' a little rest, before going out. haha :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=42197561"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Stephen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ooh Barrett's a clever one...see how he said "cum" instead of "come"....he's got the subliminal thing going on....maybe next time he can insert something subtle that doesn't make him look like a complete jackass....fucking derp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey you look sexy as fuck in that nurse outfit.. and you live close to me. Maybe i could cum see you in that dress and those stockings ;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/barrett0525"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Barrett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Another gem from the sexy as fuck Bridget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dave here really knows how to sell himself.....looking for the immediate serious relationship, marriage, baggage, and he's not as young as he used to be....all that on top of his sharp writing skills....get in line ladies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how are u. i am david, new to the net, nice meet u, u are the first person i am talking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to know u more. i am looking for a serious relationship, that will lead to marriage,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not here for games or play, i havre gone through alot, and now i am getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u are serious and matured pls contact me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=42532928"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise is not ready for marriage with a complete South African stranger so she contributed this little jewel.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey Ruben....shut the fuck up......idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn girl i just cant get over how sxy you are. fuck you look so freakin delicious i just wanna eat you *wink* *wink*&lt;br /&gt;mmm.... i could do so much to you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ruben&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie had the pleasure of Ruben's warm wishes....lucky girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry here, is a salesman...he's also a piece of shit that needs to be driven out to the country and left for dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do u want full body masage plus 60 bucks its totoly free?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=55898196"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sure Tony....I like to play...how about a game called "Kick in the balls, hot poker up your ass"....eat shit asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELLO HOW ARE YOU DOING ??? JUST BROWSING AND WANTED TO SAY HI. I LIVE IN IRVING AND WAS JUST WONDERING IF YOUR HERE TO PLAY OR FOR FRIENDS ONLY ?? YOU LOOK VERY CUTE AND IF YOU LIKE I CAN E-MAIL YOU A PIC OF MYSELF !! JUST LET ME KNOW. BYE FOR NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. DO YOU HAVE YAHOO INSTANT MESSAGING, IF SO WE CAN CHAT IF YOU LIKE MY SCREENNAME IS big_a732000 IF YOU HAVE YAHOO OK&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=64561580"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ol' Yummie is everything I want in a man...he's direct and straight to the point...yet he has a creative flare...see how he chose to stack his words....die you creative fuck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=35191114"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yummie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yummie is still waiting on an answer from Natalie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Kenny....get back on the boat....creepy fuck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hi,&lt;br /&gt;it true i have trying to communicate with you, you will find it funnying becos this guy i dont know him, it like you the lady of my dream, the queen that capture my heart, the first day we wanted to chat , ma compauter development, since i check your profile,what i find out about really touch my heart, you are a differect lady.you are angel,do you know,you smile,eyes,skin,differect from the people i have met.am sorry i didn't tell you about my self. am kenny adegbayibi, male/singel,am a manager of a company,am into infromation techonlogy.i belive in what i do, i put God first in eveything in life bcos is everything in my life and people life with out him we nobody. am caring, nice,smart,loving, take thing easy as it come.i will really want to know you, if you want to get me you can get me in updatekenny02@yahoo.com,updatekenny02@hotmail.com,kennyadegbayibi@yahoo.com.i do belive you are the lady i want if you give me time to prove my self. well hope to see you soon&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;luv&lt;br /&gt;kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=61775794"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenny was donated by the lucky dream lady...the queen of heart capturing...Natalie...she gets all the good ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824629320078036455-3085632850456008195?l=sosayse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/feeds/3085632850456008195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824629320078036455&amp;postID=3085632850456008195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/3085632850456008195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/3085632850456008195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/2008/05/creepy-mother-fuckers.html' title='Creepy horny mother fuckers'/><author><name>sosaysme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201898867388467241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBfqfPRDi6Q/THbJcN4q0iI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6rUJMA9tOM/S220/E_retouch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824629320078036455.post-2872345259028362993</id><published>2008-05-07T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:40:39.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Survey</title><content type='html'>Do you sleep with your socks on or off?off...socks under covers freaks me the fuck out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you flip your pillow to the cold side?right on, fuck yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a small or a big wedding?small...a church, our families, some friends, beer and sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of girls/guys do you usually go for?one boy in chuck taylor's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be rich and unhappy, or poor and happy? I'm already poor and happy...not much more that I want...except a pony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trusting of new people? I'm learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the most money you would spend on shoes?gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a crayon, what color would you be? hot pink...it's the prettiest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have more friends or acquaintances?acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you found out you couldn't have kids, would you adopt?no, but I would do a fun little happy dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss or hug anyone today?just that boy of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thrown up in public?out a car window...while it was moving...you really can paint with all the colors of the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind right now?I want to be skinny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you take a bullet for anyone?yep...might even give a few for some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to live?Disney World!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of house would you like?big, cozy with ponies in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like candy necklaces?YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you drank?black iced tea...unsweetened from Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing this weekend?it's Cristal's birthday...we're drinkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite kind of soda?Grape or cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you eaten sushi?more than I can count...it's my very favoritest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy?that boy of mine, sushi, puppies, ponies, Disney World, Buffy, Dwight Yoakam, new tattoos, pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?some ridiculous looking grey babydoll top with black hearts, jeans and my sneaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What taste is in your mouth?spearmint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bad habit?some folks say I cuss too much...but I consider that part of my charm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824629320078036455-2872345259028362993?l=sosayse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/feeds/2872345259028362993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824629320078036455&amp;postID=2872345259028362993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/2872345259028362993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/2872345259028362993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/2008/05/gay-survey.html' title='Gay Survey'/><author><name>sosaysme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201898867388467241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBfqfPRDi6Q/THbJcN4q0iI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6rUJMA9tOM/S220/E_retouch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824629320078036455.post-2742558146816821775</id><published>2008-05-07T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:39:00.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For shits and grins...</title><content type='html'>The game is simple...tell me some weird random shit about yourself...to get you in the mood...here's a few little eccentricities about yours truly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Certain words I don't like saying or hearing...kumquat, nougat nectar, plop, areola, yogurt, broth, perforation, insertion...gawh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I get extremely irritated when people do not pronounce words the way I think they should be pronounced...pecan is pronounced pah-cawn...NOT pee-can....it's prah-leen...NOT pray-leen...coo-pawn...NOT Q-pawn...and for fucks sake, it's cair-ah-mel...NOT fucking car-muhl...say it right damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I feel a wave fo anxiety whenever I see a school bus or kids waiting at the bus stop...it reminds me of school when I was little and how much I hated it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The smell of coconut or suntan lotion offends me like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm paranoid that someone will leave to go to work, the store, wherever and that will be the last time I will ever see them alive....So I have to tell them to "Be careful" before they leave, because if I tell them to "Be careful" then nothing bad will happen to them and I will see them again. So when I tell you to "Be careful"...know that I'm saying "I love you" too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824629320078036455-2742558146816821775?l=sosayse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/feeds/2742558146816821775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824629320078036455&amp;postID=2742558146816821775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/2742558146816821775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/2742558146816821775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-shits-and-grins_07.html' title='For shits and grins...'/><author><name>sosaysme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201898867388467241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBfqfPRDi6Q/THbJcN4q0iI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6rUJMA9tOM/S220/E_retouch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824629320078036455.post-4271914902223111466</id><published>2008-05-07T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:45:08.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave and buster&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pony'/><title type='text'>I Rule!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a326.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/96/l_cab89d5ccdffbd669c8a57a9bf9d78d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a326.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/96/l_cab89d5ccdffbd669c8a57a9bf9d78d5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won this sweet ass giant pony that talks and everything at Dave &amp;amp; Busters...and then I walked past all the little kids with crappier prizes to make them jealous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824629320078036455-4271914902223111466?l=sosayse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/feeds/4271914902223111466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824629320078036455&amp;postID=4271914902223111466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/4271914902223111466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/4271914902223111466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-rule.html' title='I Rule!'/><author><name>sosaysme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201898867388467241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBfqfPRDi6Q/THbJcN4q0iI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6rUJMA9tOM/S220/E_retouch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8824629320078036455.post-534739309021909062</id><published>2008-05-07T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:27:10.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit that pisses me off..</title><content type='html'>A work in progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“decorative” toilet brush holders&lt;br /&gt;-corporate speak….”fastrack”…”grow the business”…”happy Friday”…”blocker”…”hot action item” “forward-thinking”&lt;br /&gt;-matching bathroom sets…toothbrush holder, cup, trash can&lt;br /&gt;-geese or duck statues that are dressed according to the holidays&lt;br /&gt;-wood paneling&lt;br /&gt;-people who are ALWAYS cold&lt;br /&gt;-the non-word “sammich”&lt;br /&gt;-the sound a nail clipper makes…gag&lt;br /&gt;-brake tappers&lt;br /&gt;-“girl’s night”&lt;br /&gt;-jazz&lt;br /&gt;-Kenny Chesney&lt;br /&gt;-fake tan&lt;br /&gt;-suntan oil&lt;br /&gt;-cat breath&lt;br /&gt;-skid marks and hangerons in a public restroom&lt;br /&gt;-mojito&lt;br /&gt;-couples who call each other “babe”&lt;br /&gt;-broadway shows&lt;br /&gt;-fanny packs&lt;br /&gt;-“play that funky music white boy” by wild cherry&lt;br /&gt;-romantic comedies&lt;br /&gt;-jazz hands&lt;br /&gt;-seashells as bathroom décor&lt;br /&gt;-the color mauve&lt;br /&gt;-tube tops&lt;br /&gt;-goatees&lt;br /&gt;-tribal tattoos&lt;br /&gt;-the country guy who calls in to radio shows that feels the need to express how funny he thought the last bit was&lt;br /&gt;-the girl that calls in to the Lex &amp;amp; Terry radio show and wants to say (unsolicited) the word “panties” that she’s rehearsed repeatedly before calling in, in hopes to be told she sounds hot saying it&lt;br /&gt;-flip flops&lt;br /&gt;-crystal light&lt;br /&gt;-the assumption that typing in all caps somehow means you’ve raised your voice&lt;br /&gt;-that green m&amp;amp;m and her hooker boots&lt;br /&gt;-bad breath&lt;br /&gt;-Capri pants&lt;br /&gt;-confederate flags…anywhere&lt;br /&gt;-hummers…(the vehicle)&lt;br /&gt;-frappuccinos&lt;br /&gt;-flats (dress shoes)&lt;br /&gt;-wind chimes&lt;br /&gt;-people who pronounce praline, caramel, pecan and coupon as: “pray-leen” “cahr-muhl” “pee-can” “q-pawn”&lt;br /&gt;-lounge shirts for men&lt;br /&gt;-men’s cologne&lt;br /&gt;-sour candy&lt;br /&gt;-thongs&lt;br /&gt;-cheap wall décor (metal candle holding wall sconces from target and the like…I actually have one of these…and it pisses me off)&lt;br /&gt;-white wicker anything&lt;br /&gt;-outdoor holiday flag banners&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas Kinkade&lt;br /&gt;-Apple/Mac stickers on cars&lt;br /&gt;-Bluetooth users...go fuck yourself&lt;br /&gt;-smoothies&lt;br /&gt;-restaurants that feature tits and ass as wait staff&lt;br /&gt;-coyote ugly…movie and establishments&lt;br /&gt;-thrift store “fashion”&lt;br /&gt;-sun tanning&lt;br /&gt;-gold chains&lt;br /&gt;-acoustic "rock"&lt;br /&gt;-sorority and fraternity crap&lt;br /&gt;- self-aggrandizing shirts that say “drama queen” “princess” “rockstar” “player” etc etc&lt;br /&gt;-workout or sleep pants that have something retarded across the ass such as “cutie” “hottie” “go bulls” etc etc&lt;br /&gt;-people who have to add “baby” after shit when you ask them a simple geography question…Q-Where did you go on vacation? A-Vegas, Baby!....Q-Where are you from? A-Los Angeles, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;-line dancing&lt;br /&gt;-guys who wear white athletic shoes...when they are not working out&lt;br /&gt;-valentine’s day&lt;br /&gt;-karaoke&lt;br /&gt;-outdoor festivals&lt;br /&gt;-earth day&lt;br /&gt;-dream catchers&lt;br /&gt;-French pedicures…gag&lt;br /&gt;-grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;-times new roman font&lt;br /&gt;-brass home fixtures&lt;br /&gt;-power bars&lt;br /&gt;-marathons&lt;br /&gt;-tailgating&lt;br /&gt;-sporting events&lt;br /&gt;-those hummer limos…..sooooo douchey&lt;br /&gt;-dog parks&lt;br /&gt;-new year’s eve&lt;br /&gt;-new country music&lt;br /&gt;-really pointy toe shoes&lt;br /&gt;-faux animal print anything&lt;br /&gt;-office parties (pizza, holiday, donut meetings etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;-high fives&lt;br /&gt;-young families…mom dad around 26—36 with 2-3 kids all under the age of 7…shopping in Whole Foods or Central Market for their organic diets&lt;br /&gt;-Kid Chow…a children’s lunch delivery service for rich assholes&lt;br /&gt;-new homes with “mud rooms”&lt;br /&gt;-emo and screamo…not really sure there’s a difference here&lt;br /&gt;-people who fart in the grocery store aisle and act like they don’t smell anything&lt;br /&gt;-corporate world pleasantries…”thanks for sending over those yummy goodies…we just want to knock off early and stuff ourselves with treats” gag!&lt;br /&gt;-people who use the words treats and goodies&lt;br /&gt;-convertibles&lt;br /&gt;-feng shui&lt;br /&gt;-those big redneck trucks with the big tires&lt;br /&gt;-Microsoft everything&lt;br /&gt;-the word…pasta&lt;br /&gt;-Angelina jolie&lt;br /&gt;-gynochologists, proctologists and podiatrists…there is just something wrong with these people&lt;br /&gt;-faux leather…like payless shoes&lt;br /&gt;-groupies&lt;br /&gt;-child beauty pageants and the parents&lt;br /&gt;-mary kay sales people&lt;br /&gt;-rich people in general&lt;br /&gt;-people who call shots…shooters&lt;br /&gt;-people who think tom cruise is hot&lt;br /&gt;-people who own every season of friends on dvd&lt;br /&gt;-Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;-Fans of Amy Winehouse…”oh she’s just so talented!”…really???...I mean really???????&lt;br /&gt;-kiosk salespeople&lt;br /&gt;-carnival patrons&lt;br /&gt;-“my bad”&lt;br /&gt;-“hunks”…big beefy guys that are exotic dancers or used in calendars&lt;br /&gt;-the women who find “hunks” attractive&lt;br /&gt;-magical fairytale weddings&lt;br /&gt;-celebrity news and worship&lt;br /&gt;-greeting card humor&lt;br /&gt;-the word “gentle”…it just sounds dirty&lt;br /&gt;-Willow from Buffy…blech&lt;br /&gt;-the “cool” hot chick…you know the ones that are so cool they fart, burp, pick their nose…you’re not cool…you’re a pig&lt;br /&gt;-the guys that find the “cool” hot chick, cool and hot&lt;br /&gt;-road rage…really…what’s the point&lt;br /&gt;-couple’s who share myspace pages or have their own web site&lt;br /&gt;-dots…those cheap m&amp;amp;m knockoffs that your school cafeteria would try to pass off as real m&amp;amp;ms -white eyeshadow&lt;br /&gt;-any contestant that cries on the bachelor&lt;br /&gt;-slutty Halloween costumes…such as “stripper strawberry shortcake” “hooker Dorothy” “hooker Alice in Wonderland” etc etc&lt;br /&gt;-barbwire tattoo arm bands&lt;br /&gt;-necklaces that feature some sort of animal tooth&lt;br /&gt;-jewelry that has feathers&lt;br /&gt;-turquoise&lt;br /&gt;-southwest décor…ick (howling coyotes, dream catchers, Georgia o’keefe)&lt;br /&gt;-the campbell soup kids&lt;br /&gt;-Comic Strips (Garfield, The Family Circus, Hi &amp;amp; Lois, Sally Forth, Kathy)&lt;br /&gt;-cheap Halloween candy (Bingo, Now &amp;amp; Later, Smarties)&lt;br /&gt;-people singing “Happy Birthday”, especially in a restaurant by the wait staff&lt;br /&gt;-wait staff that don’t leave you the fuck alone….”can I start you off with some appetizers?” …”would you like some more water?...how about some more water?….would you like some more water?…how is everything?….more water? Did you save room for dessert?...coffee, tea?...how about some more water?”&lt;br /&gt;-wait staff that never leave you the fuck alone during the meal however fall off the face of the earth when you want the fucking check&lt;br /&gt;-people in cars that pause for you to cross the street…HEY…good Samaritan!...you can drive faster than I can fucking walk so just fucking go instead of making me feel like I have to fucking rush to get out of your god damn way!&lt;br /&gt;-Lucky Charms…those fucking marshmallows are your only saving grace&lt;br /&gt;-those wood puzzles for young children that should come with an advisory that if your fucking kid cant figure out where the 3 fucking blocks go they should be removed from the gene pool now&lt;br /&gt;-“I’m 99.9% sure”&lt;br /&gt;-mechanical pencils&lt;br /&gt;-papa john’s pizza&lt;br /&gt;-myspace glitter tag comments with “sexy” cartoon chicks&lt;br /&gt;-Brunch&lt;br /&gt;-really big, heavily ornate carved wood furniture&lt;br /&gt;-moon, star, sun anything&lt;br /&gt;-getting in the car when it’s a super hot day&lt;br /&gt;-getting in someone else’s car on a super hot day and they immediately close all the doors and dilly dally around before turning on the AC&lt;br /&gt;-when you make a statement “I’m hot”…and they immediately say…”It’s not hot in here”….mother fucker…I’M hot!&lt;br /&gt;-businesses with “clever” names…Hair salon: A Cut Above; Sheer Designs; Headlines; The Crop Shop; Laundromat: This Sud’s For You; Candle Store: Wicks and Sticks: Eye glass store: Accessor-Eyes&lt;br /&gt;-Candle Stores&lt;br /&gt;-Incense...stinky smoky shit&lt;br /&gt;-candles shaped like anything, especially wizards and dragons&lt;br /&gt;-gothic jewelry&lt;br /&gt;-pewter figurines&lt;br /&gt;-lawn ornaments…gnomes, little stone children fishing, etc etc&lt;br /&gt;-water parks&lt;br /&gt;-“dancin’ shoes”&lt;br /&gt;-boogie&lt;br /&gt;-carrot cake…gag&lt;br /&gt;-when people say a dessert is “too rich”....fuck off you know it’s good&lt;br /&gt;-magicians&lt;br /&gt;-female radio DJs&lt;br /&gt;-female comedians…we get it…ALL men are pigs and not as smart as women and ALL women will kill for chocolate and shoes&lt;br /&gt;-text messaging…..whips my ass!&lt;br /&gt;-tshirts with cats on them&lt;br /&gt;-stirrup pants&lt;br /&gt;-the email I just got from Old Navy stating “Jellies are back!”&lt;br /&gt;-Jellies&lt;br /&gt;-Women who wear Jellies&lt;br /&gt;-the new wave of no smoking in BARS…what the fuck?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;-guys who still wear ponytails….it only worked for The Highlander&lt;br /&gt;-small paperclips&lt;br /&gt;-white people who bring their own "environment friendly" cloth shopping bags...go fuck yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....a work in progress....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8824629320078036455-534739309021909062?l=sosayse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/feeds/534739309021909062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8824629320078036455&amp;postID=534739309021909062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/534739309021909062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8824629320078036455/posts/default/534739309021909062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosayse.blogspot.com/2008/05/shit-that-pisses-me-off.html' title='Shit that pisses me off..'/><author><name>sosaysme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201898867388467241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aBfqfPRDi6Q/THbJcN4q0iI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6rUJMA9tOM/S220/E_retouch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
