<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869</id><updated>2009-02-20T21:19:20.257-08:00</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?orderby=updated'/><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=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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 rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/111206041128225972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/111206041128225972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainshakes.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111206041128225972' title=''/><author><name>chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17507324286068444736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284869.post-110964039456158756</id><published>2005-02-28T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T17:26:34.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alive and well. i haven't blogged in some time now. i haven't been so busy that i just can't blog. i guess i don't have much to talk 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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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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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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06869148073091389884'/></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' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284869/posts/default/108181317858639513'/><link 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