<?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-6284869</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:06:44.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brainshakes</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;B&gt;THINK ABOUT IT&lt;/B&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-112605078502257235</id><published>2005-09-06T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:53:05.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what the hell?!   i leave for awhile , and you mess it all up?! what the hell.  alright people, getyershitogether....new rules coming soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/112605078502257235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/112605078502257235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112605078502257235' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-111723876437812690</id><published>2005-05-27T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:09:08.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The SurveyName:chadBirthday:9-24-71Birthplace:neenah wisconsinCurrent Location:st.louisEye Color:greenHair Color:redHeight:6 foooootRight Handed or Left Handed:bothYour Heritage:irish,italian,english,iriqouisThe Shoes You Wore Today:work shoesYour Weakness:cheesecake.Your Fears:not enough cheesecakeYour Perfect Pizza:italian sauage and extra cheese. Goal You Would Like To</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/111723876437812690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/111723876437812690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111723876437812690' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-111723727505660832</id><published>2005-05-27T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:41:15.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>look! new rules.  i will be comisioning a disitegration ray. this will only be used by me. if you bug me, look at me the wrong way, or you're scooter is too slow you will be humanly erased.  also there will be a no complaining clause. you complain , you die. all homes will be wired with audio and video survalence (for my entertainment of course)  and only my vote counts on american idol.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/111723727505660832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/111723727505660832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111723727505660832' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-111663547150210827</id><published>2005-05-20T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:31:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've decided that the world is out of control. and it is so that i shall have to take over.  how to go about taking over the world...hmmm...don't know yet.   changes will be in order.   the first to go (que the darth vader music) republicans..or as i like to call them.. the evil empire. the second thing to go...jobs.  you want somethin ...get it yourself. (and i don't wanna work anymore)  the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/111663547150210827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/111663547150210827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111663547150210827' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-111422818574721969</id><published>2005-04-22T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T20:49:45.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so i'm ridin around in a truck alllllll day and of course the radio's goin. so we got's music, wich is the only thing keeping me from going retarted..(completely) and i have a tendency to change lyrics and or song titles.. these are a few.   love is a battlefield.----love is a cattlefield.  popular in arkansas.  blackhole sun.----asshole son, what a bum, ya crashed the car again,asshole son </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/111422818574721969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/111422818574721969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111422818574721969' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-111370077688366798</id><published>2005-04-16T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:19:36.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya ever have one of those bugars that gets lodged in yer nose and no matter how you try it just wont't come out? ya pick 'an pick but it just won't budge. i mean ya can feel it up there, it's that kind when you inhale it's ok, but when ya exhale . you do these little short ,quick exhales so you wind up lookin like a rabbit that overdosed on clovers. you keep pickin and it's rollin' around and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/111370077688366798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/111370077688366798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111370077688366798' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-111206041128225972</id><published>2005-03-28T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:40:11.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, driving around all day on my job just makes me wonder where the hell some poeple get the nerve.......no driving after ..lets..say...65. you turn 65..go home..stay home ..play some canasta or somethin'. teen drivers...oy.  first of all just 'cuz your lil import sounds like someone shaking an empty soup can with a couple bb's in it ; doesn't mean you're fast. and you have this amazing thing </summary><link 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about. i'll be around.....i'm gonna go say hey to my buddy salvidor......ciao</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/110964039456158756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/110964039456158756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110964039456158756' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-109996804010470419</id><published>2004-11-08T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T18:40:40.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man killed in illegal chihuahua fighting ring. locals discovered he was using a shaved down shitzu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109996804010470419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109996804010470419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109996804010470419' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-109952813952145246</id><published>2004-11-03T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T16:28:59.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, as an american i guess i can say that i'm truly disappointed in my country. it seems the majority of our public has voted ...voted for a man with the i.q. of a cardboard oven rack.(and for those of you who did vote for gump,you're no better) and most of those votes were based on family morals , and pro-lifers. so the downward spiral of our economy , and focusing our military on finding bin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109952813952145246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109952813952145246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109952813952145246' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-109908360775736135</id><published>2004-10-29T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T14:00:07.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YES!!!!!!!!  at last.  the bosox finally won a freakin championship.  i never thought i'd see the day.  all is well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109908360775736135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109908360775736135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109908360775736135' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-109874596889191093</id><published>2004-10-25T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T16:12:48.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bosox.   game two.  i won't give the score. cuz it doesn't matter.  2-0</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109874596889191093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109874596889191093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109874596889191093' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-109859448151020008</id><published>2004-10-23T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T22:08:01.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>game one.  sox.   11-9</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109859448151020008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109859448151020008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109859448151020008' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-109857294754735434</id><published>2004-10-23T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T16:09:07.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh..tis the season.  ok, so i live in st.louis, and living here, i have become a cardinal fan. but i've been a bosox fan since i could speak, (which believe it or not, goes past last thursday!) so i must go with the sox. i'll be happy either way i guess.as far as the fall classic goes, i think it will be the end all to be all of series.should be good.  oh, and as far as football goes.........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109857294754735434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109857294754735434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109857294754735434' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-109788426418787539</id><published>2004-10-15T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T16:51:04.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  i have to giggle at a comment that was made in persephone's blog.   (don't quote me on this) something about clinton having a cigar shoved up someones twat.   i understand your anger sir. but this is how it is.   you're the the most powerful man on the planet, you have china on the phone, your finger on the freakin button, and your dick up some chicks butt.   LIFE IS GOOD.     ya know people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109788426418787539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109788426418787539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109788426418787539' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-109734750317516871</id><published>2004-10-09T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T11:45:03.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya know, i work pretty hard.  i get bumped bruised,and scraped all the time.  and i can handle this, it's the butt sweat i can't stand.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109734750317516871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109734750317516871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109734750317516871' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-109642488064957493</id><published>2004-09-28T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T19:28:00.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  i like beer.  i don't like anacondas.  and i certainly do not like anacondas who drink beer.       this is your mindless brain squeel for the day.   i am an idiot, and i aprove this message.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109642488064957493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109642488064957493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109642488064957493' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-109623580441600320</id><published>2004-09-26T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T14:56:44.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   what a week.  i have a new work partner ....oy.  he's alright, but saturday he decided parked cars make good targets. he turned too sharply and damn near took the front end of a new nissan truck. he asked me not to call the cops, telling me "i'm still a little drunk from last night." so we eventually took care of the problem, (the owner of the nissan was pretty cool) and went about our day. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109623580441600320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109623580441600320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109623580441600320' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-109581054290096549</id><published>2004-09-21T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T16:49:02.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> how does it feel when people close to you don't trust you?  it feels like shit, that's how it feels. if you're with someone who doesn't trust you; and you KNOW they don't trust you , it put's a great deal of pressure on yourself.   it makes one feel they have to prove themselves .....ya know...no matter how hard you try,no matter what you do, you'll always be under the microscope. that's right,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109581054290096549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109581054290096549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109581054290096549' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-109580966085261515</id><published>2004-09-21T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T16:34:20.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  when jumping to conclusion , remember this;  it's better to be called a fool than to open your mouth and prove it.  this doesn't mean you are a fool per-say, but when you get to thinking, and you come up with your own conclusions without the real story, you only put yourself through grief and pain.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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budgeting ...my gas and electric was almost shut off. my landlord confronted me about this and told me to go ahead and pay these bills and just pay half the rent. very embarassed ,i did what he said.  when i paid him ,i told </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109448353844947336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/109448353844947336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109448353844947336' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-108899711749979101</id><published>2004-07-04T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T20:11:57.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  the top nine is back.      9.wile e. coyote catches ,and devours the roadrunner.    8.tom bites the head off of jerry....ozzy style.   7.dodgeball, polititions vs. the general public   6.a nascar race where 20 drivers go one way,20 the other way..maybe meet in the middle.   5.the honda element (all of them and their owners) launched from giant catapults.   4.tom green attacked by a rabid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/108899711749979101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/108899711749979101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108899711749979101' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-108585763617187450</id><published>2004-05-29T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T12:07:16.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i doth not use words such as hath and doth. for they only confuse my fragile little mind.  if you wish to speak in this fashion, refer to the "insecure drug addicts with ugly girlfriends" manual.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/108585763617187450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/108585763617187450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108585763617187450' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-108181317858639513</id><published>2004-04-12T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T16:43:32.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let he who has not sinned,cast the first stone. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/108181317858639513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/108018439183445743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108018439183445743' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107957548850183097</id><published>2004-03-17T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T18:08:07.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lYou are the Dark of the Light. Heaven has namedyou the fallen angel and given you theprivilege to guide the humans to thier places.You are lost in between and have taken manytroubles onto yourself. You wish so much to bepure but those naughty thoughts and dealings insin can never be cleaned. What Dark or Light Side of the Elements are you? (Pics + Tons of results) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107957548850183097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107957548850183097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957548850183097' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107957468021597918</id><published>2004-03-17T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T17:54:38.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FrodoWhich LOTR Character Are You brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107957468021597918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107957468021597918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957468021597918' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107957446384753856</id><published>2004-03-17T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T17:51:37.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this'll piss someone off.       look i'm a cat.  You're a Black Panther! Strong, fast, andindependent.If you were an animal, what animal would yo ube? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107957446384753856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107957446384753856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957446384753856' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107957316559728403</id><published>2004-03-17T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T17:29:24.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Devil &amp; Angel,Your right were most people are, Your not supernice but your no complete devil.  Angel or Devil brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107957316559728403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107957316559728403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957316559728403' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107952695257552463</id><published>2004-03-17T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T04:39:10.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a PHOENIX in your soul and yourwings make a statement. Huge and born of flame,they burn with light and power and rebirth.Ashes fall from your wingtips. You are anamazingly strong person. You survive, evenflourish in adversity and hardship. A firmbeliever in the phrase, 'Whatever doesn't killyou only makes you stronger,' you rarely fearfailure. You know that any mistake you makewill teach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107952695257552463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107952695257552463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107952695257552463' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107947801201442831</id><published>2004-03-16T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:03:29.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've always stood at the edge. looking around. it looks good.  then i looked down. it didn't look so good. in fact it scared me senseless.then i turned behind me, realizing i have a great set of wings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107947801201442831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107947801201442831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107947801201442831' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107947771126230054</id><published>2004-03-16T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T14:58:28.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if ya wanna live life on your own terms , ya gotta be willing to crash and burn-----sixx</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107947771126230054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107947771126230054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107947771126230054' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107939470797436284</id><published>2004-03-15T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T15:55:03.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>40 Things Never Said By Southerners  40. Oh I just couldn't. Hell, she's only sixteen.39. I'll take Shakespeare for 1000, Alex.38. Duct tape won't fix that.37. Lisa Marie was lucky to catch Michael.36. Come to think of it, I'll have a Heineken.35. We don't keep firearms in this house.34. Has anybody seen the sideburns trimmer?33. You can't feed that to the dog.32. I thought Graceland </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107939470797436284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107939470797436284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107939470797436284' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-10792161872060994</id><published>2004-03-13T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T14:19:40.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> of all that has happened to me in the last month or so,nothing compares to the letter i recieved today.      a few years ago,i had a relationship with a married woman. (married, but not to me.) well against all odds she got pregnant with my child. ok, so this has probably happened tons of times all over the world, but she by ALL accounts was not supposed to get pregnant.   eventually our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/10792161872060994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/10792161872060994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10792161872060994' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107829335534588988</id><published>2004-03-02T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:58:53.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  ya got yer sliver, ya got yer gold, but it's all about the platnum baby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107829335534588988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107829335534588988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107829335534588988' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107792668772397856</id><published>2004-02-27T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T16:07:40.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm a hoosier, but hey, i've been called worse..   this is my favorite driver in nascar.   ...http://www.nascar.com/drivers/dps/tlabonte00/cup/index.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107792668772397856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107792668772397856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107792668772397856' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107750581451406697</id><published>2004-02-22T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T19:13:00.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ok, i've been slackin on the top nine. bear with me on this one.   top nine first date tips. 9. McDonalds,although tastey and cheap, is not an option. unless it's breakfast and yer getting mcgriddles. 8.diseases; if ya got 'em, don't talk about 'em. 7. if you see a pimple...please don't reach out and try to squeeze it.  6. leave your coupons at home. cheap bastard. 5. for the love of god.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107750581451406697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107750581451406697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107750581451406697' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107746870321707156</id><published>2004-02-22T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T08:54:27.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i do the things i do ,and say the things i say because i'm a victim of karma.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107746870321707156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107746870321707156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107746870321707156' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107696796403279150</id><published>2004-02-16T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T13:48:41.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You live in a meaningful world. You don't always have to take it so seriously, though, because fun is another major element in success. If there's someone else in your life, he or she makes it all worthwhile. The bright, engraved invitation that you hold in your hand feels like the beginning of the next chapter. What's about to happen is even more exciting than what's happening now. One thing you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107696796403279150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107696796403279150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107696796403279150' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107686363908485091</id><published>2004-02-15T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T08:49:54.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>answer me this. (for my own egotistical purposes)  who has a better chance in this world.   "intellectual"  or street smart? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107686363908485091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107686363908485091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107686363908485091' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107662883754741250</id><published>2004-02-12T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T15:36:29.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   the secret to staying in love is not to get complacent.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107662883754741250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107662883754741250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662883754741250' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107654141003371900</id><published>2004-02-11T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T15:19:20.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> sometimes i sit and wonder...then i realize i should stop wondering and just let it happen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107654141003371900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107654141003371900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107654141003371900' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107646908465907459</id><published>2004-02-10T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:13:53.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i don't get it.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107646908465907459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107646908465907459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107646908465907459' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107646746880524166</id><published>2004-02-10T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T18:46:57.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> LibraThis situation is yours alone to officiate or finalize. Only your signature, thumbprint or retinal pattern will seal the deal. Nothing worthwhile happens without your magic touch. If you want the job done right, you can't let anybody else speak or act in your behalf. As it turns out, most people are happy for any excuse that lets you put in a personal appearance. They respect and admire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107646746880524166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107646746880524166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107646746880524166' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107645382209762227</id><published>2004-02-10T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T14:59:30.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the best i can do is rattle a few cages.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107645382209762227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107645382209762227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645382209762227' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107642212784403206</id><published>2004-02-10T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T06:11:16.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>top nine today is inpired by two ppl today.  and they just happen to be pretty freakin hot. (no point in that last comment, i'm bragging.)      top nine things a woman doesn't want her gyno to say.    9. "hey! ,can we get theses stirrups any farther apart?!"   8. ya know, that looks just like cottage cheese.  (EEEW)   7. this probe i'm  going to put inside you, just came out of the freezer. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107642212784403206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107642212784403206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107642212784403206' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107636091718361418</id><published>2004-02-09T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T13:11:04.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  i finally found a reason   i don't need an excuse  i've got this time on my hands  you are the one to abuse    days of the new</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107636091718361418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107636091718361418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107636091718361418' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107625903707509712</id><published>2004-02-08T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T08:53:02.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chad, your best quality shines through in how Funny you are The fact that you're a funny person who is likely known for your great sense of humor really draws people to you! But that's not the only thing. Your answers on the test indicate you're a romantic and affectionate person who can radiate passion — whether for certain ideas or for matters of love. You are a smart person who is more able </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107625903707509712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107625903707509712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107625903707509712' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107610174897381032</id><published>2004-02-06T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T13:11:32.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>uggggh!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107610174897381032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107610174897381032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107610174897381032' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107609618094521150</id><published>2004-02-06T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T11:38:43.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  this blog is brought to you by a very insane guy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107609618094521150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107609618094521150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107609618094521150' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107595302605829794</id><published>2004-02-04T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:52:46.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chad, your subconscious mind is driven most by Reserve You approach the world with your guard intact because unconsciously, and perhaps consciously, you want to maintain an element of control in your relationships with people. You tend to hold your private experiences just out of reach of others. You're not one to immediately show all your cards, to let people into who you really are until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107595302605829794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107595302605829794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107595302605829794' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107594994932688980</id><published>2004-02-04T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:01:29.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> if something leaves a bad taste in yer mouth, stop tasting it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107594994932688980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107594994932688980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594994932688980' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107594732457362811</id><published>2004-02-04T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T18:17:45.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  ok, last time i ask this...(maybe)......please, i want to have fun with this top nine thing. so please for the love of christ gimme some input!  if ya don't i'm gonna send an oversexed midget in a clown suit to your house. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107594732457362811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107594732457362811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594732457362811' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107594675827497310</id><published>2004-02-04T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T18:08:19.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life is like a box of chocolates--stale and always giving you shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107594675827497310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107594675827497310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594675827497310' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107594592178879676</id><published>2004-02-04T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T17:54:22.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> if you're going to tell the truth,be funny or they'll kill you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107594592178879676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107594592178879676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594592178879676' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107594527940127694</id><published>2004-02-04T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T17:43:40.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> wise man say ; man who walk through turnstyle sideways going to bangkok.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107594527940127694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107594527940127694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594527940127694' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107585412692681381</id><published>2004-02-03T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T16:25:10.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.  so i'm a little late. nobody gave me any really good ideas. and for that you shall all be punished. here's the top nine.  being on the road all day every day with my job.  here are some driving tips. and things i can't stand.(if you know me, you know why i hafta keep this list to nine.)  9.  the asshole who won't turn off their blinker. (is he turning? whats he doing?)  8. if your over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107585412692681381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107585412692681381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585412692681381' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107585197746571066</id><published>2004-02-03T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T15:48:36.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  is there any real satisfaction in walking through the ashes of your enemies?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107585197746571066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107585197746571066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585197746571066' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107573269081632334</id><published>2004-02-02T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T06:41:00.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  i think the most arrogant thing a person can do ; is to think you have someone figured out.  </summary><link 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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107573253498452480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107573253498452480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573253498452480' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107533166939795308</id><published>2004-01-28T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T15:16:40.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is a call to everyone....get out and vote.  we don't want bush back in office.  we've suffered enough.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107533166939795308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107533166939795308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533166939795308' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107508553660715506</id><published>2004-01-25T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T18:54:23.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where do bad folks go when they die? they don't go to heaven where the angels fly. they go to a lake and fire and fry. won't see 'em again till the fourth of july. ---meat puppets.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107508553660715506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107508553660715506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508553660715506' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107508536068720180</id><published>2004-01-25T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T18:51:27.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>provoke with thought ,and let curiosity do the rest.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107508536068720180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107508536068720180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508536068720180' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107508428901620092</id><published>2004-01-25T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T18:33:35.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i write with color, so read with color.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107508428901620092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107508428901620092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508428901620092' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107505600109121809</id><published>2004-01-25T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T10:42:07.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so now our gov't wants our public schools to teach creationalism, with an angle on evolution. what they're saying is , evolution is possible, but without any absolute scientific proof. that something or someone had to create all of this.(i think the phrase they are using is intelligent design). now let me get this straight, praying is not allowed in public schools, they want to take out "under </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107505600109121809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107505600109121809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107505600109121809' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107505487635742811</id><published>2004-01-25T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T10:23:22.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is better to stand in a corner and be called a fool, than to open your mouth and prove it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107505487635742811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107505487635742811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107505487635742811' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107505460135050046</id><published>2004-01-25T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T10:18:48.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> gimme some ideas for my weekly top nine. all you gotta do is give me subject, and i'll run with it.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107505460135050046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107505460135050046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107505460135050046' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107500319303895178</id><published>2004-01-24T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T20:01:59.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok..new list for the week.  brought to you by my hun.   things that don't need to be advertised. 9. viagra. we all know what it's for..so lets pay celebrities to endorse it. nice. now everybody knows you can't get a hard on. 8.laxatives. you can't poop...boy,it's a good thing they advertise...what WOULD you do? 7.supositories. pills for your butt.  6. Preparation h.  no ,i don't have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107500319303895178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107500319303895178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500319303895178' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107498525833501743</id><published>2004-01-24T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T15:03:04.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>poor,poor squishy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107498525833501743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107498525833501743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107498525833501743' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107492338915773379</id><published>2004-01-23T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T21:51:53.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>phhhhht!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107492338915773379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107492338915773379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107492338915773379' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107482018520347355</id><published>2004-01-22T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T17:11:48.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>does anybody actually read these things?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107482018520347355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107482018520347355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107482018520347355' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107478448962614165</id><published>2004-01-22T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T07:16:52.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> check this out...www.joecartoon.com  i think ya'll will get a kick out this site. it's been a fav of mine for many years. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107478448962614165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107478448962614165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107478448962614165' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107473714849418396</id><published>2004-01-21T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T18:07:50.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all the phrases, or "aphorisms" you've been seeing of late...are of course not my own. well ...most anyway.  these are the thoughts of the original madman...F. Nietzche.  although obviously a brilliant man, he was a little , how shall i say; fucked up in the head?  he makes a great deal of sense to me,and others alike. he was famous for quoting.."what doesn't kill me only makes me stronger".  but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473714849418396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473714849418396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473714849418396' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107473636581929846</id><published>2004-01-21T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:54:46.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me and a bottle of wine....this oughta be good.........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473636581929846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473636581929846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473636581929846' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107473591356057890</id><published>2004-01-21T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:47:14.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  i found myself relating to this one. as of late i've been feeling detached ..like i'm only secondary. like an easily satisfiable "obstacle"....to get to what one really wants.  i'm not being taken seriously.  i am madly in love with the woman i am going to marry. but in this relationship, i find myself very attracted to another. this is nothing new in our relm, but it needed to be verbalized. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473591356057890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473591356057890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473591356057890' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107473466669333204</id><published>2004-01-21T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:26:28.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here' a good one...... is man merely gods mistake? or god mans mistake?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473466669333204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473466669333204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473466669333204' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107473461094808719</id><published>2004-01-21T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:25:32.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the christian resolve to find the world ugly and bad, has made the world ugly and bad!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473461094808719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473461094808719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473461094808719' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107473454705810749</id><published>2004-01-21T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:24:28.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>public opinions, private laziness.    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473454705810749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473454705810749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473454705810749' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107473447923446091</id><published>2004-01-21T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:23:20.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fellowship in joy, and not sypathy in sorrow, makes people friends.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473447923446091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107473447923446091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473447923446091' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107472769940235325</id><published>2004-01-21T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T15:30:20.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>squishy was seduced into distraction. THIS SHALL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN!! SQUISHY WILL RETURN BIGGER AND BETTER. squishy has spoken.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107472769940235325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107472769940235325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107472769940235325' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107472327157403149</id><published>2004-01-21T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T14:16:33.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SQUISHY HAS NO TIME FOR GAMES!..oooh...hey there........whatcha doin later?...mmmphmmph..=D...weeeeee!!!!!!!!................into the sweet abyss of bliss.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107472327157403149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107472327157403149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107472327157403149' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107471475823753380</id><published>2004-01-21T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T11:54:39.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if truth were colors, we'd all be gray.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107471475823753380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107471475823753380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107471475823753380' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107465201175724586</id><published>2004-01-20T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:28:51.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  ...just in one of those moods.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107465201175724586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107465201175724586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465201175724586' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107465194398875242</id><published>2004-01-20T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:27:44.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the thinker needs nobody to refute him, for that he suffices himself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107465194398875242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107465194398875242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465194398875242' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107465171261842098</id><published>2004-01-20T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:23:52.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> one who despises himself still respects himself as one who despises.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107465171261842098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107465171261842098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465171261842098' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107465154128707136</id><published>2004-01-20T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:21:01.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Death.the certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with precious and fragrant drop of levity. and now, you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107465154128707136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107465154128707136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465154128707136' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107463720946718831</id><published>2004-01-20T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T14:22:08.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> the "at least i don't smell like butt" comment was directed at one person. you know who you are.   ALL HAIL SQUISHY!! SQUISHY IS THE WAY.  YOU SHALL KNEEL BEFORE SQUISHY. squishy has spoken.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107463720946718831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107463720946718831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107463720946718831' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107455379804933270</id><published>2004-01-19T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T15:11:56.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  it quivers,it quakes  it's brainshakes. so i was thinkin to myself today, as i often do. and pondered some men and women differences.  so i'll just cut to the chase.   woman: binge and purge-- to eat copious amounts of food only to puke it back up.  man: masturbating more than 3 times a day.   woman: puse-- a nice color that goes well in any decor.  man: who farted?!  woman:remote control</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107455379804933270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107455379804933270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107455379804933270' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107445507759297889</id><published>2004-01-18T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T11:46:34.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you ever found a song out there that completly describes you? i found one for myself, it was never released as a single ,but i love it.    it's off the fly's  "holiday man" cd.   here are some lyrics.   got no ryhme or reason, ain't got no soul to speak of , ain't got no compass or no sense of self direction, but i'll call you when i get there. i don't know where i'm going, but i do know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107445507759297889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107445507759297889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107445507759297889' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107445454014540410</id><published>2004-01-18T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T11:37:37.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well at least i don't smell like butt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107445454014540410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107445454014540410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107445454014540410' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107445443225195505</id><published>2004-01-18T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T11:35:49.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> man, takin all theses goofy tests; has made me out to be a complete wacko.   according to the results..i'm a blood drinking nutbar who just doesn't care.  oh well such is life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107445443225195505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107445443225195505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107445443225195505' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-10744006577090770</id><published>2004-01-17T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T20:39:33.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You'd bite their neck and drain their blood! Why?Because you're a vampire like me! Whats that?You're not a vampire? Well here's your chance. How would you Murder? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/10744006577090770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/10744006577090770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10744006577090770' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107439965989709818</id><published>2004-01-17T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T20:22:56.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Power Rangers Movie! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107439965989709818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107439965989709818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107439965989709818' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107439787526803906</id><published>2004-01-17T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T19:53:11.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Sadistic Bastard'   PLEASE VOTE!!! What Type of Lunatic are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107439787526803906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107439787526803906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107439787526803906' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107439697336920926</id><published>2004-01-17T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T19:38:09.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nihilist Bear Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107439697336920926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107439697336920926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107439697336920926' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107439467189867102</id><published>2004-01-17T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T18:59:47.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are the "you're so dumb" happy bunny.you are brutal in your words and enjoy puttingothers down.  which happy bunny are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107439467189867102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107439467189867102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107439467189867102' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107437992126126859</id><published>2004-01-17T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T14:53:56.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someday i'll be saturday night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107437992126126859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107437992126126859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107437992126126859' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107437903980198765</id><published>2004-01-17T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T14:39:15.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  things you don't want your appliance delivery man to say:  was that YOUR cat?   so ahh....whatcha doin later?  i wouldn't buy from here...  hey! yer outa toilet paper!  gee, i hope that wasn't expensive  no thanks, i already wiped my feet on your carpet  but i showered last week  it's not THAT big of a dent  yeah....so how old is your daughter?  and the number one thing you don't want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107437903980198765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107437903980198765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107437903980198765' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107397582129281985</id><published>2004-01-12T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T22:37:22.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my blogger is gone goofy. i deleated a message, as not to repeat myself..only to have it show up.  oy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107397582129281985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107397582129281985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397582129281985' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-107397567996550861</id><published>2004-01-12T22:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T22:35:00.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i get the sneaking suspision i've been decieved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107397567996550861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/107397567996550861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397567996550861' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</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></entry></feed>
