<?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-8635666</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:36:58.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JabbaJabba</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-117119443349283690</id><published>2007-02-11T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T03:47:13.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I Can't Find The Remote...</title><content type='html'>There was a young girl who lived up in the hills of Tennessee. She was about to turn sixteen, and couldn't wait to get her driver's liscense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been subjected to much ribbing from her older brother, telling her that she was too dumb to get her liscense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the big day came around, she passed the test with flying colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rushed home and asked her father if she could use the car that night so she and her friend could go in to town where all the cool kids were at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father said, "Sure honey, but you'll have to give me a blow-job first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to go to town real bad, she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she went down on her father, she suddenly jumped up an said "Dad your dick tastes like shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, her father replied, "I forgot, your brother's got the car tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...yes well...that joke may have left a bad taste in your mouth..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-117119443349283690?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/117119443349283690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=117119443349283690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/117119443349283690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/117119443349283690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/02/since-i-cant-find-remote.html' title='Since I Can&apos;t Find The Remote...'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-114596927324443234</id><published>2006-04-25T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T05:47:53.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I was Loved...</title><content type='html'>So, I log on to my blog, just to take a peek and make sure thoes ants that crawl over my hand and change numbers in my maths work, arn't up to mischief and what do I see, 16 COMMENTS! WHOOO HOOO! I'm loved, but my excitement is premature, so I pull my pants back on and read the comments... first one Bertha...&lt;br /&gt;                                      Second one...Bertha...&lt;br /&gt;                                      Third one......Bertha...hmmm...mmm Potato and Gravy...minus in berthas pants...mmm...pants...&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY Moving swiftly alond from my fantasies. Miss you lots Bertha! And dont stress too much about thoes ringworms at your school, they're not worth it... WE LOVE YOU! See you Soon.&lt;br /&gt;Love ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-114596927324443234?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/114596927324443234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=114596927324443234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/114596927324443234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/114596927324443234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/04/thought-i-was-loved.html' title='Thought I was Loved...'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-114552824814264069</id><published>2006-04-20T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T03:17:28.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Dearest Bertha</title><content type='html'>I come to realise that perhaps, just perhaps, and please keep in mind that I'm not being derogrative... YOU NEED PSYCOLOGICAL HELP!&lt;br /&gt;That is all...&lt;br /&gt;P.S You know I love you, I could be your Therapist (the perfect oppurtunity to convince her that shes a lobster... *insert insane laugh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and all that crap bla, bla, bla, baloons,&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-114552824814264069?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/114552824814264069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=114552824814264069' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/114552824814264069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/114552824814264069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-dearest-bertha.html' title='For Dearest Bertha'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-113853961524659694</id><published>2006-01-29T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T05:00:15.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would your Re-marry?</title><content type='html'>A husband and wife are sitting quietly in bed reading when the wife looks over at him and asks the question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?" &lt;br /&gt;advertisement&lt;br /&gt;Loading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Definitely not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Why not? Don't you like being married?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Of course I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Okay, okay, I'd get married again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "You would?" (with a hurt look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: (makes audible groan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you live in our house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Sure, it's a great house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you sleep with her in our bed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Where else would we sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you let her drive my car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Probably, it is almost new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you replace my pictures with hers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "That would seem like the proper thing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you give her my jewelry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "No, I'm sure she'd want her own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would she use my golf clubs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "No, she's left-handed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: -- silence --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Oh Shit."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-113853961524659694?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/113853961524659694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=113853961524659694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113853961524659694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113853961524659694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2006/01/would-your-re-marry.html' title='Would your Re-marry?'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-113326789123872265</id><published>2005-11-29T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T04:38:11.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctors' Visit</title><content type='html'>An 85-year-old man went to his doctor's office to get a sperm count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor gave the man a jar and said, "Take this jar home and bring back a semen sample tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the 85-year-old man reappeared at the doctor's office and gave him the jar, which was as clean and empty as on the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked what happened and the man explained: "Well, doc, it's like this - first I tried with my right hand, but nothing. Then I tried with my left hand, but still nothing. Then I asked my wife for help.&lt;br /&gt;She tried with her right hand, then her left, still nothing. She tried with her mouth, first with the teeth in, then with her teeth out, and still nothing. We even called up Arleen, the lady next door and she tried too, first with both hands, then an armpit and she even tried squeezin' it between her knees, but still nothing."&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was shocked! "You asked your neighbor?" &lt;br /&gt;The old man replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Yep. None of us could get the jar open."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-113326789123872265?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/113326789123872265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=113326789123872265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113326789123872265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113326789123872265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/11/doctors-visit.html' title='The Doctors&apos; Visit'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-113166409433588025</id><published>2005-11-11T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T15:08:14.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House for Sale on ebay...</title><content type='html'>Deborah Hale, 48, has placed an ad on eBay offering to sell her home in the Washington Park area to a compatible man who wants to spend his life with her. She also has her own Web site outlining the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm looking for my soul mate," Hale told the Rocky Mountain News Tuesday. She did not immediately return a telephone message left at her home Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Hale lives part-time in the 1910 bungalow-style house. She also has a jewelry business in Albuquerque, N.M.&lt;br /&gt;She has received about 60 responses.&lt;br /&gt;"I have to say that the e-mails that I have got have been very kind and very nice," Hale said.&lt;br /&gt;The deadline for bidding is Valentine's Day 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your interested my now school finished chums her website is :&lt;a href="http://www.housewithbride.com " target="_blank"&gt;http://www.housewithbride.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search Ebay with "House With Bride." Make a bid while your at it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-113166409433588025?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/113166409433588025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=113166409433588025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113166409433588025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113166409433588025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/11/house-for-sale-on-ebay.html' title='House for Sale on ebay...'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-113166375358929516</id><published>2005-11-10T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T15:02:33.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Moose</title><content type='html'>They rarely have problems with drunks or rowdy animals, but residents of an elderly home in southern Sweden had to deal with both when a pair of intoxicated moose invaded the premises.&lt;br /&gt;The moose, a cow and her calf, had become drunk over the weekend by eating fermented apples they found outside the home in Sibbhult, southern Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police managed to scare them off once, but the large mammals returned to get more of the tempting fruits.&lt;br /&gt;This time the moose were drunk and aggressive, forcing police to send for a hunter with a dog to make them leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police did not pursue the culprits, but made sure all apples were picked up from the area, local police chief Bengt Hallberg said.&lt;br /&gt;No one was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-113166375358929516?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/113166375358929516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=113166375358929516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113166375358929516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113166375358929516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/11/drunken-moose.html' title='Drunken Moose'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-113144359139211959</id><published>2005-11-08T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:53:11.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This here is a true story, an extract from an American Newspaper:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man claims his ex-girlfriend owes him more than $30,000 for gluing his genitals to his abdomen five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Slaby of Pittsburgh, is suing Gail O'Toole of Murrysville. His lawsuit claims the two broke up in 1999 after daing for 10 months and Slaby began dating someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Slaby contends that O'Toole invited him over to her home on May 7, 2000, where he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;He woke up to find that O'Toole had used Super Glue to stick his genitals to his abdomen, glued his buttocks together and spelled out a profanity on his back in nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;Slaby said O'Toole told him it was payback for their breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to walk five miles to a gas station to call for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pressed charges and O'Toole pleaded guilty to a misdemeanor assault and served six months' probation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FANTASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-113144359139211959?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/113144359139211959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=113144359139211959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113144359139211959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113144359139211959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/11/sticky-situation.html' title='Sticky Situation'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-113133648544794896</id><published>2005-11-07T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:08:05.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Quiz</title><content type='html'>Q.) What doesn't belong in this list:Meat, Eggs, Wife, Blowjob?&lt;br /&gt;A.) Blowjob: You can beat your meat, eggs or wife, but you can't beat a blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.) Why does a penis have a hole in the end?&lt;br /&gt;A.) So men can be open minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.) What's the speed limit of sex?&lt;br /&gt;A.) 68 because at 69 you have to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.) What do a Rubix cube and a penis have in common?&lt;br /&gt;A.) The longer you play with them, the harder they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.) What's the difference between your pay packet and your dick?&lt;br /&gt;A.) You don't have to beg your wife to blow your pay packet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.) How can you tell when a car mechanic just had sex?&lt;br /&gt;A.) One hand is clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.) What do you do with 365 used rubbers?&lt;br /&gt;A.) Melt them down to make a tire, and call it a goodyear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.) What does bungee jumping and hookers have in common?&lt;br /&gt;A.) They both cost a hundred bucks and if the rubber breaks, you're screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-113133648544794896?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/113133648544794896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=113133648544794896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113133648544794896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113133648544794896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/11/sex-quiz.html' title='Sex Quiz'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-113115921971693372</id><published>2005-11-04T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:53:39.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Texan</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine who is traveling chemicals salesman visited a small town in the East Texas and saw circus banner reading: "Don't Miss The Amazing Texan."&lt;br /&gt;Curious, he buys a ticket. The tent goes dark. Suddenly, trumpets blare and all eyes turn to the center ring. There, spot lit in the center ring is a table with three walnuts on it. Standing next to it is an old retired cowboy. Suddenly the old man unzips his pants, whips out a huge penis and smashes all three walnuts with three mighty swings! The crowd erupts in applause as the elderly Texan is carried off on the shoulders of the crowd. Ten years later the salesman visited the same little town and he sees a faded sign for the same circus and the same: "Don't Miss the Amazing Texan." He can't believe the old guy is still alive much less still doing his act! So he buys a ticket! Again, the center ring is illuminated. This time, instead of walnuts, three coconuts are placed on the table. The Texan stands before them, then suddenly unzips his fly and smashes the coconuts with three swings of his amazing member. The crowd goes wild! Flabbergasted, the salesman requests a meeting with him after the show. You're incredible," he tells the Texan. "But I have to know something. You're older now, why switch from walnuts to coconuts?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, says the Texan: "My eyes aren't what they used to be."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-113115921971693372?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/113115921971693372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=113115921971693372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113115921971693372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113115921971693372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/11/amazing-texan.html' title='Amazing Texan'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-113082185595899934</id><published>2005-10-31T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:10:55.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Offer</title><content type='html'>During a Papal audience, a businessman approached the Pope and made this offer: Change the last line of the Lord's prayer from "give us this day our daily bread" to"give us this day our daily chicken." and KFC will donate 10 million dollars to Catholic charities. The Pope declined. 2 weeks later the man approached the Pope again. This time with a 50 million dollar offer.  Again the Pope delcined. A month later the man offers 100 million, this time the Pope accepts. At a meeting of the Cardinals, ThePope announces his decision in the good news/bad news format. The good news is... that we have 100 million dollars for charities. The bad news is that we lost the TipTop account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-113082185595899934?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/113082185595899934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=113082185595899934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113082185595899934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/113082185595899934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/10/offer.html' title='The Offer'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-112722433742760232</id><published>2005-09-20T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T06:52:17.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AS GOOD AS PUTTING IT IN....</title><content type='html'>A married man goes to confession and tells the priest,&lt;br /&gt;"I had an affair with a woman... almost."&lt;br /&gt;The priest says, "What do you mean, almost?"&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "Well, we got undressed and rubbed together, but then I stopped."&lt;br /&gt;The priest replies, "Rubbing together is the same as putting it in. You're not to go near that woman again. Now say five Hail Marys and put $50 in the poor box."&lt;br /&gt;The man leaves confessional, says his prayers, then walks over to the poor box. He pauses for a moment and starts to leave. The priest, who was watching him, quickly runs over and says,&lt;br /&gt;"I saw that! You didn't put any money in the poor box!"&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "Well, Father, I rubbedup against it, and you said it was the same as putting it in!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-112722433742760232?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/112722433742760232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=112722433742760232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/112722433742760232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/112722433742760232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/09/as-good-as-putting-it-in.html' title='AS GOOD AS PUTTING IT IN....'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-112047541512532811</id><published>2005-07-04T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T04:10:15.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parlor Games</title><content type='html'>In a small town in Tennessee, Big Bubba decides it's time for his son, 18 year old Billy Bob, to learn the facts of life.He takes him to the local house of ill repute, which is fronted by a beauty parlor.Bubba introduces Billy Bob to the madam, and explains that it's time for his indoctrination to sex. The madam says,&lt;br /&gt;"Bubba you've been such a good customer over the years, I'm going to see to your son personally."&lt;br /&gt;So the madam takes Billy Bobby the hand and leads him upstairs, where she completes his deflowering. Later, as they are walkingdownstairs the madam says, "Since this is your first time, I'm going to see that you get the full treatment before you leave,I'm going to give you a manicure too."Two weeks later Bubba and BillyBob run into the madam on the town's main street. Billy Bob is acting a little shy,so the madam smiles and says,&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Billy Bob, don't you remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes ma'am" the boy stammers, "You'rethe lady that gave me the crabs and then cut off my fingernails so I couldn't scratch 'em."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-112047541512532811?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/112047541512532811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=112047541512532811' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/112047541512532811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/112047541512532811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/07/parlor-games.html' title='Parlor Games'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111944448823462194</id><published>2005-06-22T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T05:52:05.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Jesse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/5894/640/JB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/5894/400/JB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this pic of Jesse, I dont know who will remember it but this was taken in english last year, he spilt water all over his croutch! Funniest thing EVA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111944448823462194?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111944448823462194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111944448823462194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111944448823462194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111944448823462194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/06/our-jesse.html' title='Our Jesse!'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111942408127982123</id><published>2005-06-22T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:08:01.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Brief Case</title><content type='html'>A business man packing for a trip glances in his briefcase."Honey?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, darling?"&lt;br /&gt;"Honey," he says, in mild exasperation,"why do you persist in putting a condom in my briefcase every time I go on a trip? You know I only have eyes for you. I'd never be unfaithful."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I know, darling, and I trust you,"she replies sweetly, "It's just that, well you know, with all those terrible diseases out there, it would make me feel better to know that if anything did happen, you'd be protected. So please, darling, take it withyou, won't you? For my sake?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, alright, if you put it thatway," he relented, "I'll do it for you. But for Pete's sake, give me more than one!"&lt;br /&gt;HA HA...ha, give me a break I couldn't be bother finding one thats actually funny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111942408127982123?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111942408127982123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111942408127982123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111942408127982123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111942408127982123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-his-brief-case_111942408127982123.html' title='In His Brief Case'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111893194594631513</id><published>2005-06-16T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T07:25:45.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed on a Beach</title><content type='html'>A guy is walking along the beach, when he meets a girl with no legs, crying.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;"I've never been hugged," she says. The guy hugs her, but she continues crying.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;"I've never been kissed," she says. The guy kisses her, but she continues crying.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;"I've never been screwed," she says. The guy picks her up and throws her into the water.&lt;br /&gt;"There," he says. "Now you're screwed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111893194594631513?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111893194594631513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111893194594631513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111893194594631513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111893194594631513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/06/screwed-on-beach.html' title='Screwed on a Beach'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111838405595122946</id><published>2005-06-09T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:14:43.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres your Sign!</title><content type='html'>This one is for Gus and Myself, he knows what I;m talking about!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid people should have to wear signs thatjust say, "I'm Stupid." That way you wouldn't rely on them, would you? You wouldn't ask them anything. It would be like, "Excuse me...oops...never mind, didn't see your sign."A couple of months ago I went fishing with a buddy of mine, we pulled his boat into the dock,I lifted up this big ol' stringer of bass andthis idiot on the dock goes, "Hey, y'all catchall them fish?" "Nope. Talked 'em into givingup. Here's your sign."I was watching one of those animal shows on theDiscovery Channel. There was a guy inventing ashark bite suit. And there's only one way totest it. "Alright, Jimmy, you got that sharksuit on, it looks good... They want you to jumpinto this pool of sharks, and you tell us if ithurts when they bite you." "Well, all right, buthold my sign. I don't wanna lose it."I learned to drive an 18-wheeler in my days ofadventure. Wouldn't you know, I misjudged theheight of a bridge. The truck got stuck and Icouldn't get it out, no matter how I tried. Iradioed in for help and eventually a local copshows up to take the report. He went throughhis basic questioning...okay...no problem. Ithought for sure he was clear of needing a sign...until he asked, "So, is your truck stuck?" Icouldn't help myself! I looked at him, lookedback at the rig and then back to him and said,"No, I'm delivering a bridge... here's your sign."I stayed late at work one night and a co-workerlooked at me and said, "Are you still here?" Ireplied, "No. I left about 10 minutes ago. Here'syour sign."Anybody you know need a sign today?The next time someone says something stupid askthem where their sign is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111838405595122946?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111838405595122946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111838405595122946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111838405595122946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111838405595122946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/06/heres-your-sign.html' title='Heres your Sign!'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111838389103743998</id><published>2005-06-09T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:11:31.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donate</title><content type='html'>A man and a woman were waiting at the hospital donation center.&lt;br /&gt;Man: "What are you doing here today?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Oh, I'm here to donate some blood. They're going to give me $5 for it."&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Hmm, that's interesting. I'm here to donate sperm, myself. But they pay me $25."&lt;br /&gt;The woman looked thoughtful for a moment and they chatted some more before going their separate ways. Several months later, the same man and woman meet again in the donation center.&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Oh, hi there! Here to donate blood again?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman: [shaking her head with mouth closed] "Unh unh."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111838389103743998?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111838389103743998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111838389103743998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111838389103743998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111838389103743998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/06/donate.html' title='Donate'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111803886349100011</id><published>2005-06-05T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:21:03.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>A couple had been married for thirty years.&lt;br /&gt;On their anniversary they decided to go back to the same hotel where they had spent their blissful wedding night.The husband was lying on the bed when the wife came out of the bathroom totally nude, just as she had done thirty years ago. Standing seductively before him, she asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me, darling,what were you thinking thirty years ago when I came out of the bathroom like this?"&lt;br /&gt;"I took one look at you and thought I'd like to screw your brains out andsuck your boobs dry!"&lt;br /&gt;"And what are you thinking now, baby?"she asked huskily.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm thinking I did a pretty good job of it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111803886349100011?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111803886349100011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111803886349100011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111803886349100011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111803886349100011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/06/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111761502461494205</id><published>2005-06-02T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T01:37:04.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating husband</title><content type='html'>Man's wife asks him to go to the store to buy some cigarettes. So he walks down to the store only to find it closed. So he goes into a nearby bar to use the vending machine. At the bar he sees a beautiful woman and starts talking to her. They have a couple of beers and one thing leads to another and they end up in her apartment. After they've had their fun, he realizes its 3AM and says, "Oh no, its so late, my wife's going to kill me. Have you got any talcum powder?" She gives him some talcum powder, which he proceeds to rub on his hands and then he goes home.His wife is waiting for him in the doorway and she is pretty pissed. "Where the hell have you been?!?!""Well, honey, its like this. I went to the store like you asked, but they were closed. So I went to the bar to use the vending machine. I saw this great looking chick there and we had a few drinks and one thing led to another and I ended up in bed with her.""Oh yeah? Let me see your hands!"She sees his hands are covered with powder and... "You God damn liar!!! You went bowling again!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111761502461494205?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111761502461494205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111761502461494205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111761502461494205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111761502461494205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/06/cheating-husband.html' title='Cheating husband'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111761494628371875</id><published>2005-06-01T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T01:35:46.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did the chicken...?</title><content type='html'>KINDERGARTEN TEACHER: To get to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;PLATO: For the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross roads.&lt;br /&gt;KARL MARX: It was a historical inevitability.&lt;br /&gt;TIMOTHY LEARY: Because that's the only trip the establishment wouldlet it take.&lt;br /&gt;SADDAM HUSSEIN: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we werequite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.&lt;br /&gt;RONALD REAGAN: I forget&lt;br /&gt;.CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.&lt;br /&gt;HIPPOCRATES: Because of an excess of phlegm in its pancreas.&lt;br /&gt;ERNEST ORLANDO LAWRENCE BERKELEY NATIONAL LABORATORY:Deregulation of the chicken's side of the road was threatening its dominant market position. The chicken was faced with significant challenges to create and develop the competencies required for the newly competitive market. LBNL, in a partnering relationship with the client, helped the chicken by rethinking its physical distribution strategy and implementation processes. Using the Poultry Integration Model (PIM), LBNL helped the chicken use its skills, methodologies, knowledge, capital and experiences to align the chicken's people, processes and technology in support of its overall strategy within a Program Management framework. LBNL convened a diverse cross-spectrum of road analysts and best chickens along with LBNL consultants with deep skills in the transportation industry to engage in a two-day itinerary of meetings in order to leverage their personal knowledge capital, both tacit and explicit, and to enable them to synergize with each other in order to achieve the implicit goals of delivering and successfully architecting and implementing an enterprise-wide value framework across the continuum of poultry cross-median processes. The meeting was held in a park-like setting, enabling and creating an impactful environment which was strategically based, industry-focused, and built upon a consistent, clear, and unified market message and aligned with the chicken's mission, vision, and core values. This was conducive towards the creation of a total business integration solution. LBNL helped the chicken change to become more successful.&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS FARRAKHAN: The road, you see, represents the black man. The chicken 'crossed' the black man in order to trample him and keep him down.&lt;br /&gt;MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.: I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.MOSES: And God came down from the Heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;FOX MULDER: You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross the road before you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD M. NIXON: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did NOT cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;BILL CLINTON: Let me make this clear. I DID NOT have sex with this chicken. I did not give this chicken any gifts. This chicken, if it did cross the road, must have had legitimate business on the other side of the road. I have eaten chicken in the past, but Hilary and I have worked through those issues.&lt;br /&gt;MACHIAVELLI: The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.&lt;br /&gt;JERRY SEINFELD: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place, anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;FREUD: The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES: I have just released the new Chicken Office 2000, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your cheque book.&lt;br /&gt;OLIVER STONE: The question is not, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Rather, it is, "Who was crossing the road at the same time, whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?"&lt;br /&gt;DARWIN: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to cross roads.&lt;br /&gt;EINSTEIN: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.&lt;br /&gt;BUDDHA: Asking this question denies your own chicken nature.&lt;br /&gt;RALPH WALDO EMERSON: The chicken did not cross the road .. it transcended it.&lt;br /&gt;ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die. In the rain.&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL SANDERS: I missed one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did not understand all of these...you are not the only one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111761494628371875?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111761494628371875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111761494628371875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111761494628371875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111761494628371875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-did-chicken.html' title='Why did the chicken...?'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111734061529020590</id><published>2005-05-28T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T21:23:35.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Ride</title><content type='html'>A woman was driving along, and hercar broke down. She decided to hitch hike to the nearest gas station. A truck driver hauling a load of chickens pulled up. The driver asked, "Hey, little lady, need a lift?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, my car broke down, and I need aride to the nearest gas station."The driver replied, "OK, but first you have to fuck me! No fuck, no ride."She said, "I'm sorry, I don't need a ride that badly."So the driver pulled away. All this time,the driver had a parrot on his shoulder.The parrot started saying, "No fuck, no ride! No fuck, no ride!"The driver said, "You had better shut up, bird, or I'm gonna throw you in back with the chickens!"About two miles down the road, the parrot said, "No fuck, no ride!" So the driver slammed on the breaks and threw him in back with the chickens! About 2 more miles further down the road, the driver heard sirens and saw flashing lights, so he pulled over. He got out of the truck and approached the officer. "What's the problem, officer.I wasn't speeding was I?"The officer said, "I wasn't pulling you over for speeding. I just wanted to inform you that you have a parrot throwing chickens out the trailer screaming, "No fuck, no ride! No fuck, no ride!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111734061529020590?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111734061529020590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111734061529020590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111734061529020590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111734061529020590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-ride.html' title='No Ride'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111725901213357746</id><published>2005-05-27T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:43:32.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PuLLiNg PoWer</title><content type='html'>Well since the last joke had a outstanding responce, I thought I'd better add another! enjoy my tadpoles!&lt;br /&gt;A horse and a chicken were playing in a meadow.The horse fell into a mud hole and is started to sink. The horse instructed the chicken toget the farmer so that he could be pulled to safety. The chicken ran to the farm but the farmer was nowhere to be found. Without a moment to spare, the chicken got into the farmer's BMW and drove back to the mud hole. Then, the chicken tied some rope around the bumper, threw the other end of the rope to her friend, the horse, and proceeded to pull the horse to safety.A few days later, the chicken and the horsewere playing in the meadow again. This time around, the chicken fell into the mud hole.The chicken instructed the horse to get the farmer so that she could be pulled to safety. Replied the horse, "Here's the plan... I'llstand over the hole..." The horse stretchedover the length of the hole and continued, "Now, just grab for my penis and pull yourselfto saftey."The chicken obliged reluctantly and pulled herself to safety.The moral of the story: If you're hung like a horse, you don't need a BMW to pick up chicks.&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA HA funniest joke Ever.... *shrugs, and walks off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111725901213357746?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111725901213357746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111725901213357746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111725901213357746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111725901213357746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/05/pulling-power.html' title='PuLLiNg PoWer'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111703037956844834</id><published>2005-05-25T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T07:12:59.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry About Your Smoke Detector</title><content type='html'>As I am never able to think of nice things to say I thought I might as well use the wonderful ability to blog to spread laughter around the world be posting jokes every now and then, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;There was a little "incident" at your housetoday while you were gone. Please allow me to explain:I was watching T.V. and I heard this beepinggoing off in the kitchen. The first thing I thought of was the smoke detector going offso I ran into the kitchen and checked everything out. By the time I got to the kitchen, the beeping had stopped and I couldn't smell any smoke.I went back to watching my movie and I kept hearing a beep every minute. I knew that the type of smoke detector that you have is the type that took a few minutes to reset itself.I kept watching my movie , and about 10 minutes later I was really getting pissed off that the beeping continued. I paused the movie, ran out tothe kitchen, unhooked the detector, and went backto the movie.The beeping continued.Having a college degree in electronics, I knewthat the capacitors could hold a charge afterthe batteries were removed. About 20 minuteslater, I was really getting pissed because Icould still hear the beeping. And I got so mad,I went out and grabbed a pair of wire cuttersand cut the speaker off the smoke detector andleft it sitting on the counter.I sat back down and heard "beep".Now I was fuming. I listened to that "beep" aboutthree more times, then I finally got a hammer andpounded the ever-loving shit out of your smokedetector on the counter (while I was pounding Iheard "beep"). It was really getting me mad.I sat back down and resumed the movie and sureenough "beep".I had the wire cutters in my hand and I went out(curious to see what the hell could still be runningit) and cut all the little parts into pieces, andput half into a little plastic container and lefthalf on the counter. I took half the parts over tothe living room thinking if it beeps I know it'sthese, and half the parts I left on the counterknowing it would be them.In moments I heard the parts in the kitchen beep.So I took them into the living room and spread themon the table, staring at them, saying to myself"the part that beeps will get smashed". Not threeseconds later, the parts I just had, now on thecounter in the kitchen, beeped. I was furious. Ithought to myself, (his smoke detector is possessed).I brought all the parts into the living room and laidthem out on the coffee table. I was staring at them,just waiting for one of them to beep so I could smash the shit out of it.All of a sudden, I hear "beep", but it was comingfrom the kitchen!I walked out there, all freaked out. I just waited...and waited... it seemed like hours but was only 30seconds later, I heard the mystifying "beep" comingfrom your jacket. I looked in the jacket and it wasyour beeper that you had left at home by accident.All I could do was take my hammer and beat the ever-loving shit out of your beeper because I was theone who paged you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111703037956844834?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111703037956844834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111703037956844834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111703037956844834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111703037956844834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/05/sorry-about-your-smoke-detector.html' title='Sorry About Your Smoke Detector'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111667678557153240</id><published>2005-05-21T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T04:59:45.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAVER!</title><content type='html'>Oh fuck it, I cant figure out how to add pictures, and I had all these cool animations of balls and ass, oh well I guess we all miss out, OH THE PAIN, THE PAIN OF IT ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111667678557153240?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111667678557153240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111667678557153240' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111667678557153240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111667678557153240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/05/beaver.html' title='BEAVER!'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111667643008618123</id><published>2005-05-21T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:45:59.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post it</title><content type='html'>I felt like posting, while there is a world wide hunt for the entity that calls himself...ANONYMOUS! I thought it would be a good time to send by best wishes the the Anonymous family, " we are sorry, but your son/daughter/spouse/significant other ect, is going to be burnt at the stake, our deepest sympathys" Any way thats about it, I suck, really bad at this blogging crap, so I think I'll finish off this usesless ramble with some irrelevent pictures and animations...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111667643008618123?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111667643008618123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111667643008618123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111667643008618123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111667643008618123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/05/post-it.html' title='Post it'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111615285308739613</id><published>2005-05-16T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T03:27:33.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>physiotherapy in orthopaedics</title><content type='html'>yes, well hura for my second post, I thought it may be time to add a little somthing to this otherwise barren blog, well...yeah thats it *raises glass in triumph, then realises that its red cordial...* I have been sober and not touched booze for...49 days! I wonder if I can go 100... YOuR oN! I kinda like not drinking, disgusting habbit it is, so as a replacement for drinking, I think I'll start chain smoking, LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL! oh and becky red, be gentle!&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it, Wil Anderson Rocked! I'm so going to see Arkmal... whats his face! thoes who would like to join raise your left hand, recite the national anthem of slovenia and you will be added! here is the first few lines to get you going...&lt;br /&gt;Žive naj vsi narodi ki hrepene dočakat' dan, da koder sonce hodi&lt;br /&gt;there is a KICK ASS audio version at this &lt;a href="www.geocities.com/TheTropics/"&gt;web-site&lt;/a&gt;, its the kind of stuff we should listen to at parties...yeeeees. Anywho, thats it, I love beci and I hope julz is felling a bit peachier!&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;Love me, and to gus...&lt;br /&gt;I hope your okay! Love ya mate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111615285308739613?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111615285308739613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111615285308739613' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111615285308739613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111615285308739613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/05/physiotherapy-in-orthopaedics.html' title='physiotherapy in orthopaedics'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111371094259501743</id><published>2005-04-16T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:09:02.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your lights on</title><content type='html'>Well, heres to finally figuring out how to post...pity no one will ever see it! anywho, I'll be in my bed room if you need me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111371094259501743?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111371094259501743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111371094259501743' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111371094259501743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111371094259501743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/2005/04/put-your-lights-on.html' title='Put your lights on'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635666.post-111615323469819395</id><published>1990-01-31T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T03:33:54.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love that feeling!</title><content type='html'>I thought it was getting a bit DRAB in here so I splashed a bit a love around and now it feels oh so much homier, im tickeled pink with the results!&lt;br /&gt;*merrily skips away* LAAAAaaaaa&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aalaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aaalaaaa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8635666-111615323469819395?l=whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/111615323469819395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8635666&amp;postID=111615323469819395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111615323469819395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8635666/posts/default/111615323469819395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitetrashbeautiful.blogspot.com/1990/01/love-that-feeling.html' title='Love that feeling!'/><author><name>RecessiveGene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10775132204812805123</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
