<?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-9232203</id><updated>2012-02-07T11:11:51.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Horny Bunny</title><subtitle type='html'>The Story about a Rabbit and his moronic view on life.
A View that it's colored by humor and nonsense. It's the joy of making fun of the everyday and the meaningless things.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-3309517935560654359</id><published>2010-12-20T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:36:01.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Older, healthier, sexier... I'm awesome</title><content type='html'>Some years later I'm doing waaaaay better, I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=5672" alt="I am going to die at 83.  When are you? Click here to find out!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-3309517935560654359?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/3309517935560654359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=3309517935560654359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/3309517935560654359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/3309517935560654359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2010/12/older-healthier-sexier-im-awesome.html' title='Older, healthier, sexier... I&apos;m awesome'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-757234110156014874</id><published>2007-03-06T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T15:59:57.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I could be a Robot too</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/governor3k3-HORNY+BUNNY.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Handcrafted Operational Replicant Normally for Yearly Battle, Ultimate Nullification and Nocturnal Yelling" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Get Your Cyborg Name&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-757234110156014874?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/757234110156014874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=757234110156014874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/757234110156014874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/757234110156014874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-i-could-be-robot-too.html' title='Yes, I could be a Robot too'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-6831162647527239940</id><published>2007-01-13T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:04:14.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faster than my own death</title><content type='html'>In a year I conquered dieing before than last year... Hooray! for the poor habits I took this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt;&lt;img alt="I am going to die at 72. When are you? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=8639" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall go to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-6831162647527239940?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/6831162647527239940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=6831162647527239940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/6831162647527239940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/6831162647527239940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2007/01/faster-than-my-own-death.html' title='Faster than my own death'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-113883706254155288</id><published>2006-02-01T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T15:40:41.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m gona die old and fucking</title><content type='html'>Well yes.. I tried, I tried to get away from all the tests and thingies of the web... But I'm such an ass and decided that it is the way it has to be, sooo here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=5654" alt="I am going to die at 77. When are you? Click here to find out!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77 and Viagra is a beautiful way of viewing my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-113883706254155288?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/113883706254155288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=113883706254155288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/113883706254155288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/113883706254155288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-gona-die-old-and-fucking.html' title='I`m gona die old and fucking'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-113561780322601782</id><published>2005-12-26T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T09:27:55.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new way to congratulate in the holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a Very Happy Thingy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dts.ystoretools.com/1150/images/250x1000/sacrtopandmi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-113561780322601782?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/113561780322601782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=113561780322601782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/113561780322601782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/113561780322601782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-new-way-to-congratulate-in-holidays.html' title='My new way to congratulate in the holidays'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-113467149310472243</id><published>2005-12-15T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T10:31:33.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's odd</title><content type='html'>I waked this morning with a sense of oddness that was intriguing... I had an estrange dream... A spiral hall from a castle and in the background sounded a Robbie Williams song that sounded pretty much like a Deep Forest song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha yup... I'm fucked up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-113467149310472243?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/113467149310472243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=113467149310472243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/113467149310472243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/113467149310472243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/12/thats-odd.html' title='That&apos;s odd'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-112599483884153966</id><published>2005-09-06T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:25:01.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinatra is my monkey</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this blog... It started like a place so I could write funny stuff, buy in the way I got lost and ended being a bust for my ego... most of my post are test that tells how I am and how cool I am... and well it is true but... I'm also fun so... crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be me... hahahahaha... no, seriously, I should try to be more funny but the test are so damn fun!!!... so... crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... mmmm... crap, nothing funny comes to mind, I'm sleepy... so just for this time imagine a monkey singing like Sinatra, &lt;em&gt;"Ups I did it Again"&lt;/em&gt; wile he is rubbing in someone’s leg... like one of those little horny dogs... yeah that it... seems pretty funny for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-112599483884153966?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/112599483884153966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=112599483884153966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/112599483884153966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/112599483884153966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/09/sinatra-is-my-monkey.html' title='Sinatra is my monkey'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-112473776563374343</id><published>2005-08-22T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:11:49.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The oddest test I've taken</title><content type='html'>Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="feet" src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/V/vividx/1124734862_smonkeytoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. You're a freak. -.- You've probably never even&lt;br /&gt;SEEN a spacetoaster. Why are you here anyway,&lt;br /&gt;farthead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vividx/quizzes/Would%20you%20go%20willingly%20if%20evil%20space%20chickens%20wanted%20to%20abduct%20you%20into%20their%20spacetoaster%20and%20take%20you%20to%20Mars?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you go willingly if evil space chickens wanted to abduct you into their spacetoaster and take you to Mars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-112473776563374343?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/112473776563374343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=112473776563374343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/112473776563374343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/112473776563374343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/08/oddest-test-ive-taken.html' title='The oddest test I&apos;ve taken'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-112469186945540358</id><published>2005-08-21T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:24:29.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A list of things</title><content type='html'>So I stoled this list from one of the blogs I read (the &lt;a href="http://typicalbrunette2002.blogspot.com/"&gt;who do you work for &lt;/a&gt;one) and seemed fun... hope you enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f i r s t s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First car:&lt;/strong&gt; A very old Mercedes 190, which I saved from destruction, it now lives with my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First funeral (age):&lt;/strong&gt; I think it was around when I was 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First pets:&lt;/strong&gt; A ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First piercing/tattoo:&lt;/strong&gt; Well... it's a lion, but seen from far away because it could bite, so it looks more like a dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First credit card:&lt;/strong&gt; MasterCard, for everything else exist smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l a s t s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last cigarette:&lt;/strong&gt; Like ten minutes a go... but I think I'll light one right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last car ride:&lt;/strong&gt; I try to don't ride anymore in cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; mmmmm just about now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last good cry:&lt;/strong&gt; 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last movie seen:&lt;/strong&gt; Der Untergang (Downfall) I saw it yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last beverage drank:&lt;/strong&gt; A glass of water (no, no vodka today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last food consumed:&lt;/strong&gt; Chocolate ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last crush:&lt;/strong&gt; Miss Bunny (did I told you she is a total hottie?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last phone call:&lt;/strong&gt; I think it was to my Aunt's cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time showered:&lt;/strong&gt; this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last item bought:&lt;/strong&gt; a pack of Kools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last annoyance:&lt;/strong&gt; My mom making fun of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time wanting to die:&lt;/strong&gt; 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f a s h i o n s t u f f&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is your favorite place to shop?&lt;/strong&gt; Covent Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any tattoos or piercings?&lt;/strong&gt; The one of the lion I told you before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most scared of?&lt;/strong&gt; Fall in love for Tom Cruise and become a Scientologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/strong&gt; An old record from Salif Keita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you want to get married?&lt;/strong&gt; In Japan, and by a robot, so I can say "Domo origato, Mr. Roboto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many buddies are online right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Even I am not connected, so who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you change about yourself?&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing, I'm wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;h a v e y o u e v e r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Given anyone a bath?&lt;/strong&gt; Yup... many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoked?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I'm doing it as a favor, don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bungee jumped?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope, I do it free style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made yourself throw up?&lt;/strong&gt; Yup, in a drinking contest so I could win the bastard (and I did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skinny dipped?&lt;/strong&gt; No, I'm reserving my self for my wedding in Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever been in love?&lt;/strong&gt; Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictured your crush naked?&lt;/strong&gt; I can't because my imagination can play tricks on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had sex in a pool/jacuzzi or any other sexual act?&lt;/strong&gt; Yup, it was... watery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lied?&lt;/strong&gt; Of Curse my Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fallen for your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope, for the best friend of my best friend yes... I'm so sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been rejected?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope... I'm hot and charming... also I'm a player who knows his game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rejected someone?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope, never had the need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Used someone?&lt;/strong&gt; Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done something you regret?&lt;/strong&gt; Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c u r r e n t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clothes:&lt;/strong&gt; jeans and a black long sleeve shirt, no shoes and commando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desktop picture:&lt;/strong&gt; a photo of Mia Kirshner licking her knee (she is so hot and dreamy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l a s t p e r s o n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You touched:&lt;/strong&gt; Lady Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugged:&lt;/strong&gt; Lady Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You imed:&lt;/strong&gt; Work stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You kissed:&lt;/strong&gt; Lady Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a r e y o u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understanding:&lt;/strong&gt; Must of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open-minded:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrogant:&lt;/strong&gt; You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insecure:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting:&lt;/strong&gt; Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hungry:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moody:&lt;/strong&gt; I try not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hardworking:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Organized:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Healthy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup... I eat my carrots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shy:&lt;/strong&gt; Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attractive:&lt;/strong&gt; As usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bored Easily:&lt;/strong&gt; It depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angry:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyper:&lt;/strong&gt; No, I'm cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trusting:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talkative:&lt;/strong&gt; When I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;w h o d o y o u w a n n a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kill:&lt;/strong&gt; Tom Cruise (he annoys me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slap:&lt;/strong&gt; Tom Cruise (did I tell you I find him annoying?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look like:&lt;/strong&gt; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep with:&lt;/strong&gt; Every pretty girl in the planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to offline:&lt;/strong&gt; My boss, about something about work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;w h i c h i s b e t t e r&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coke or Pepsi:&lt;/strong&gt; Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tall or short:&lt;/strong&gt; Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;r a n d o m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the morning I am:&lt;/strong&gt; Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All you need is:&lt;/strong&gt; Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is:&lt;/strong&gt; A complicated mixture of physics, biology and feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last person you danced with:&lt;/strong&gt; Lady Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last person you slept with:&lt;/strong&gt; Lady Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst question to ask me:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you like your moccachino moccachined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst statement:&lt;/strong&gt; Drugs are ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who makes you laugh the most:&lt;/strong&gt; George Carlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who makes you smile:&lt;/strong&gt; People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who gives you a funny feeling when you see them:&lt;/strong&gt; Bongo the Clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who has a crush on you:&lt;/strong&gt; A clients secretary, a friend and a waitress in the pub I usually go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n u m b e r&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of times I have had my heart broken:&lt;/strong&gt; One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of girls/guys you've kissed:&lt;/strong&gt; Lost the count... You should never ever deny a kiss, also I'm european&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of continents I have lived in:&lt;/strong&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of tight friends:&lt;/strong&gt; 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of scars on body:&lt;/strong&gt; After 30 I got bored and stop counting... but they are all very small&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-112469186945540358?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/112469186945540358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=112469186945540358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/112469186945540358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/112469186945540358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/08/list-of-things.html' title='A list of things'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-112347930983681471</id><published>2005-08-07T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:35:09.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Cooks Naked</title><content type='html'>Well... Yes, I'm a lazy whore that has more important things (I wish) to do, than writhing in this blog full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry if you missed me, and if you cried in sorrow and all that stuff but you know... It's not you... it's me, I really want to still be friends, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Miss Bunny (the lady I told you about, that happens to be my girlfriend) has me hooked, she is so damn hot...And cooks like god!!!...My god, it's like heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IS ALL MINE!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because I feel so terribly sorry with the gang that comes here from time to time, here's something so you can stop bitching me, and know me better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_loser.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I am 9% loser. What about you? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/lsr.php?val=3580" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always... lots of kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-112347930983681471?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/112347930983681471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=112347930983681471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/112347930983681471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/112347930983681471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/08/she-cooks-naked.html' title='She Cooks Naked'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-111334873998033576</id><published>2005-04-12T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:32:19.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It wont let me</title><content type='html'>Is useless no matter how I try to post... Everything goes wrong... I tell you, Blogger is having an affair with Gmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-111334873998033576?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/111334873998033576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=111334873998033576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111334873998033576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111334873998033576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-wont-let-me.html' title='It wont let me'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-111334852265226355</id><published>2005-04-12T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:28:42.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survive the Zombies</title><content type='html'>It has been proven... If you want to survive a Zombie attack you have to only think on yourself, forget about saving other bastards... an run... Very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey... At least I would survive doing it, here is the probe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Official Survivor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You scored 73%! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether through ferocity or quickness, you made it out. You made the right choice most of the time, but you probably screwed up somewhere. Nobody's perfect, at least you're alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/hornybunny/not_me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="78" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="72" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;52%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;survivalpoints&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=5349989821747660792"&gt;The Zombie Scenario Survivor Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=773812361575599080"&gt;ci8db4uok&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-111334852265226355?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/111334852265226355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=111334852265226355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111334852265226355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111334852265226355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/04/survive-zombies.html' title='Survive the Zombies'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-111328702756983240</id><published>2005-04-11T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:23:47.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretentious Blogger</title><content type='html'>Blogger it's making fun of me... I'm trying to post and laughs at me with evil smile.... I think is banging Gmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-111328702756983240?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/111328702756983240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=111328702756983240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111328702756983240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111328702756983240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/04/pretentious-blogger.html' title='Pretentious Blogger'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-111290074902210919</id><published>2005-04-07T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:05:49.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I totally had to post this one</title><content type='html'>Weeee for Me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A round of drinks on the house please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/drunk/"&gt;&lt;img title="Alcoholic" alt="Alcoholic" src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/images/drunk/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/drunk/"&gt;What Kind of Drunk Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Brought to you by Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-111290074902210919?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/111290074902210919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=111290074902210919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111290074902210919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111290074902210919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-totally-had-to-post-this-one.html' title='I totally had to post this one'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-111289992491579082</id><published>2005-04-07T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T11:52:04.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break consequences</title><content type='html'>Wow... Long time no see, so many days without writing even a letter... Me bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, yes, I got out in Spring Break, and yes... I had a very loooong an fun party that lasted all the spring break... Lot of pretty girls, lots of vodka... And obviously lots of drunken pretty girls with vodka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came back and felt like being a lazy ass so I didn't wanted to write a bit, and since I came with a new girlfriend (you didn't see that coming did ya) I think I have more fun things to do... So sorry, hate the girlfriend, not the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, lots of kisses an see you around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-111289992491579082?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/111289992491579082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=111289992491579082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111289992491579082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111289992491579082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/04/spring-break-consequences.html' title='Spring Break consequences'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-111101226998875212</id><published>2005-03-16T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T15:38:00.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a filthy drunk (and I like it!)</title><content type='html'>I had just past around this test... It seems to be that I'm a bit of a drunk who likes the hard stuff... And YES I DO!!!... Specially vodka... So any way my score is this one... And yes I hoped to been better.... But still, I rock the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bourbon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You're 127 proof, with specific scores in beer (60) ,&lt;br /&gt;wine (66), and liquor (121).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw all that namby-pamby chick stuff, you're going straight for the&lt;br /&gt;bottle and a shot glass! It'll take more than a few shots of Wild Turkey&lt;br /&gt;or 99 Bananas before you start seeing pink elephants. You know how to handle&lt;br /&gt;your alcohol, and yourself at parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/mt_pics/146/14674075597740859281/16336235046633759176-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared&lt;br /&gt;to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;43%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;proof&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="65" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;86%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;beer index&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="129" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="21" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;89%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;wine index&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="134" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="16" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;98%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;liquor index&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="147" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="3" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=16336235046633759176"&gt;The Alcohol Knowledge Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=14674075597740859281"&gt;hoppersplit&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... This Code sucks!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-111101226998875212?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/111101226998875212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=111101226998875212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111101226998875212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111101226998875212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-filthy-drunk-and-i-like-it.html' title='I&apos;m a filthy drunk (and I like it!)'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-111095084504733219</id><published>2005-03-15T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T21:27:25.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy like Tuesday porn and happy as Sunday sex</title><content type='html'>Well well well, the last couple of weeks I had make kind of crappy post here... And is because I some times find some kind of hard to make time to post something.. You know... I some times have a real life... And yes, that was meant to sound pompous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, lots of work at the office, and lots and lots of lovin' to me as well, that has kept me busy... Is the life of this horny bunny, that I have to put over my back... Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to congratulate me, as somebody told me the counter here marks more than 1000 souls had came around here and readied my things... If I could and if you were all female and pretty I would make you sweet sweet love to all of you... If you were all men I'll hug you and invite you to lots of beer... Ok ok, a big party for both sexes and blast the place out!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise my self I Wouldn't cry, so... Sniff... Bastards... I love you all... Sniff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it coming and think on pretty things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-111095084504733219?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/111095084504733219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=111095084504733219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111095084504733219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111095084504733219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/03/crappy-like-tuesday-porn-and-happy-as.html' title='Crappy like Tuesday porn and happy as Sunday sex'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-111040007456103942</id><published>2005-03-09T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:29:23.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my sickness (and enjoy) 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #eeffee 3px outset; BORDER-TOP: #eeffee 3px outset; BACKGROUND: #eeffee; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #eeffee 3px outset; BORDER-BOTTOM: #eeffee 3px outset" cellpadding="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px inset; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: 1px inset; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #bbeebb; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: 1px inset; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px inset; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Doctor Unheimlich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; has diagnosed me with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bunny's Lurgy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cursed Japanese video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Symptoms&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;swearing, cloudy urine, mild elbow pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cure&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fresh air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px inset; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: 1px inset; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #bbeebb; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: 1px inset; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px inset; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;form style="MARGIN: 0px" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease" method="get"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: xx-small;font-size:9;"  name="p"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: xx-small; BACKGROUND: #bbeebb" type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-111040007456103942?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/111040007456103942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=111040007456103942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111040007456103942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/111040007456103942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/03/meet-my-sickness-and-enjoy-2.html' title='Meet my sickness (and enjoy) 2'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110971042116939742</id><published>2005-03-01T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T12:53:41.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Dream beliefs</title><content type='html'>The thing I'm going to tell today is kind of odd but interesting, at least for me it is, and is about the preconceptions about dreams and how you can interact with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things I'm about to describe are completely real, no joke in here, and maybe if they are known they will destroy a lot of preconceptions in this area, a hand full of theories in the area of psychoanalysis and REM behavior can be destroyed, but is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had odd dreams, is rare to me having a usual dream, the kind of dreams people usually have, that's why I know this stuff, most of the things I dream people say they can't happen, and not just normal people, well known researchers believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to bring 3 things I know that happen in my dreams, they are things that can be dreamed by anyone but the twist they have in my sleep are unusual as hell, at least I see it like that after reading a lot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Dream about flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at least once had dreamed about flying, they go way up in the sky and see the word from above, for this dream are to main theories about why it appear, one says that you dream about it because a over exposition of images and ideas about the possibilities of flying also for our fascination for flying animals and our urge to imitate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one says that it happens because or soul or subconscious after we go to sleep gets un attached from our bodies and can vague freely trough the world, because it doesn't have a body and is only a essence, then it can float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's seem interesting, but why when I dream something similar to flying I don't go the the sky but I stay floating very near to the ground?, why for me in my dreams is only a variation of the power of gravity instead of the real deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Falling from great high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a popular one too, the main thing told about this dream is that when you are about to hit the ground you wake up, the theory says that if by any chance you hit it, you could die... Well I can tell you, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had been a recurrent dream for me, I fall, I fear the ground, I see how it ground gets near me in horrible speed and... I hit the floor with al the strength possible, the pain is horrible, specially in the nose, it feels exactly like a real hit would felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not possible to hit the ground in a dream fall... My ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Reading in a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one, I believed this one like a bible since I studied psychology because the reason gived in the text book was so convincing that it had to be true, I believed that until last night, when it was shown to me it not a real fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory goes something like this, if you try to read something in a dream you couldn't, no matter how hard you try, because the act of reading is a rational action produced by a particular part of the brain not used in the dream process, dreaming is an irrational process, done in parts of the brain not related to the rational zone, so if by any chance you have a text near you in a dream you can't read it because the thing that make you read is off service, so dreaming you only mock the act of reading but not really read... buffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's bull shit, last night I had a dream that prove to me that was a lot of crap, I readied in a dream an it was crystal clear, I tucked a book, and read a paragraph of it completely, and also I read many signs of stores... So it is possible to read in a dream, how? I don't have any idea but is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waked deranged about it and tried to find the text I read I remembered part of the text like almost a photography,I'm still trying to find that same paragraph if it exist, I think it was from a text of Horatio, but I have to research some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird stuff don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110971042116939742?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110971042116939742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110971042116939742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110971042116939742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110971042116939742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/03/wrong-dream-beliefs.html' title='Wrong Dream beliefs'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110918641929953021</id><published>2005-02-23T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T11:20:19.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the hot Girlfriend!</title><content type='html'>Ok... You know I like to take Tests, so today isn't different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the result of this cute test I come across:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="You Suck ^-^" src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041993475_StuffBadGF.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bad- You're the exact opposite of what any guy&lt;br /&gt;wants or needs, unless he happens to need a&lt;br /&gt;quick lay. You're cruel. You toy with people.&lt;br /&gt;You're probably a bitch, and I don't think I'd&lt;br /&gt;like you if I met you. Oh go screw a random&lt;br /&gt;male already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, How obviously you don't have any idea about how the male brain works... If I were a girl I'll be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKING HOT!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and in the end, that's the only thing that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110918641929953021?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110918641929953021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110918641929953021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110918641929953021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110918641929953021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-hot-girlfriend.html' title='I&apos;m the hot Girlfriend!'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110900737991044578</id><published>2005-02-21T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T09:36:19.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Wisdom</title><content type='html'>The other day I was speaking with the boyfriend of my best friend, it's funny because we always laugh our ass off of almost every thing, even his girlfriend aka my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he pass me this piece of wisdom about flirting, that has so much true in it that I have to share it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Oh! by the way this advice is intended for men... But if applies to you go with it girl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you are in a bar and suddenly a hot woman starts flirting with you, be careful, she is probably male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you are in a bar and two hot women start flirting with you, be careful, they probably are gona steal you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you are in a bar and 3 hot women start flirting with you, be careful, they probably are gona steal you and rape you, because the their woman is a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go, simple as Sunday morning, this is specially true if you are an ugly guy that almost never in his life had been lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110900737991044578?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110900737991044578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110900737991044578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110900737991044578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110900737991044578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/02/bar-wisdom.html' title='Bar Wisdom'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110862049295091833</id><published>2005-02-16T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:08:12.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality TV</title><content type='html'>You know what I really miss?... Action 80 TV shows, you know, like Knight Rider, Airwolf, Chips, Automan, Manimal, the Care Bears... Those were the shows... That was Quality entertainment, not like survivor or the bachelorete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I like that kind of shows, I'm not one of those lame ass who says he hates them and then Watch them, no... I Watch them and enjoy them, Is a guilty pleasure, especially American Idol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, those 80's shows were the stuff, that lack of reality, those ugly clothes, those silly effects... That was the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if producers create a reality show that mixes, 80's leather jackets, a camaro with a dorky light in front, road police man and a panther... If they do that for me, boy... I could die as a happy viewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh... And with the music theme of Three's Company or the Thundercats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I have to survive with fear factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/hornybunny/kr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Baby!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110862049295091833?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110862049295091833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110862049295091833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110862049295091833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110862049295091833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/02/quality-tv.html' title='Quality TV'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110848913094817257</id><published>2005-02-15T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:38:50.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I had to take this don't you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="yousuck" src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EvilWithATwst/1044339062_ppy_bunny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are way too happy. And for that I just don't&lt;br /&gt;like you. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EvilWithATwst/quizzes/What%20Happy%20Bunny%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What Happy Bunny Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110848913094817257?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110848913094817257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110848913094817257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110848913094817257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110848913094817257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-know-i-had-to-take-this-dont-you.html' title='You know I had to take this don&apos;t you?'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110840724078090459</id><published>2005-02-14T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T10:54:00.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Girl</title><content type='html'>The last couple of weeks I been seeing a lot of commotion about some study that says that men like dumb women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That study says that smart women have less chances to get married than stupid ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems that men like Bimbos, a skinny woman, with huge breast and so stupid he can overrule her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's gona make me sick I tell you, how can it be?... Maybe I'm wrong but there is nothing more annoying than that, I like smart women, I like having an Intelligent chat with them, I don't want a stupid moron giggling for nothing and saying something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Giggle... I don't have a idea about what you are saying... Giggle... What's a book?... Giggle..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it gives me the shivers, women please make a favor to us, the really stupid men and be as smart as you can... Don't take bullshit like this and be as great as you always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been proven that the brain is the most erotic member in our body so don't be stupid to have somebody with you, If he is with you because you can't think... He is not worthy I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110840724078090459?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110840724078090459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110840724078090459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110840724078090459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110840724078090459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/02/stupid-girl.html' title='Stupid Girl'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110800534740457706</id><published>2005-02-09T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T19:17:45.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the power of eight drunk ninjas!!!</title><content type='html'>So be careful.... I could spill my drink all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110800534740457706?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110800534740457706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110800534740457706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110800534740457706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110800534740457706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-have-power-of-eight-drunk-ninjas.html' title='I have the power of eight drunk ninjas!!!'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110788374940201974</id><published>2005-02-08T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T09:36:53.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I learned this about myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="mysterious" src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047301638_mysterious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a mysterious kiss. Your partner never&lt;br /&gt;knows what you're going to come up with next;&lt;br /&gt;this creates great excitement and arousal never&lt;br /&gt;knowing what to expect. And it's sure to end&lt;br /&gt;in a kiss as great as your mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, that I take tests with horrible pictures.... This one seems to be from a bad movie from the 80's... Isn't that Van Damme with a bad haircut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110788374940201974?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110788374940201974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110788374940201974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110788374940201974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110788374940201974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-i-learned-this-about-myself.html' title='Today I learned this about myself'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110782587105937753</id><published>2005-02-07T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T17:24:31.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha ha I was in Mexico and you were not!</title><content type='html'>A merry week since the last time I came around here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too far from a computer (also not desiring it) because I had a field trip...Well not entirely but... mmmm... Well was work stuff you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss called me to his office last Monday... He needed me to go in search of locations for some ad, I had to go because I had the idea and because I was the chosen one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the film director, the art director and I, were going in search of some beach to shoot our ad... And you know, there are not so many beaches warm enough to do things this time of year so, we had to go to the south... So, like 3 giggling teenagers preparing a sleep over we started to prepare our "work trip"... And after a lot of thinking (yeah sure why not) We choosed or destination, some paradisical beach in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there, find some guides to our quest, lots of tequila, music and girls... (well no, our guides were female an cute so... No need for more... Or not?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So story come short, I had a week of parting at Mexico beaches enjoying my ass off with all cost paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... My boss is a terrible man... Bastard he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110782587105937753?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110782587105937753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110782587105937753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110782587105937753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110782587105937753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/02/ha-ha-i-was-in-mexico-and-you-were-not.html' title='Ha ha I was in Mexico and you were not!'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110721406069669458</id><published>2005-01-31T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T15:45:48.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Metro</title><content type='html'>Wow... I have a horrendous headache, I feel like my head is splitting in half... Boy... This hurts a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had just taken this test... And boy... I'm starting to feel worried... I'm a hottie but perhaps the world see me wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Damn the World!! Is neat to take care of your self!!... I also love my Gucci shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; WIDTH: 150px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 81% Metrosexual.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=2437af46-e757-4d97-8590-7608033446a8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aren’t I fancy? Mr. Fancy Pants! People think I am very stylish… and gay. They may be right on both counts. But don’t mind them, the ladies love me, and so do I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=3e1a70da-05d4-4549-8643-ca42ec79376b"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; the&lt;br /&gt;Metrosexual Test&lt;br /&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110721406069669458?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110721406069669458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110721406069669458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110721406069669458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110721406069669458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/mr-metro.html' title='Mr. Metro'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110686881818942167</id><published>2005-01-27T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:38:49.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SpongeBob sex drive</title><content type='html'>What??? SpongeBob SquarePants Gay!!! That's impossible... Who can it be?... Have you not see him!!!... His pure testosterone... You have to see the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of al you have to be true to the fact that him is very very nerdy, so because his nature is like this... He is very shy to show his desires to the opposite sex... He doesn't understand how the interaction works, so he hides his feelings... And lives with his hidden crush... Or crushes; you don't believe me?... I'll show you his 3 main crushes along his life.... Or at least the ones I can see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spongezone.net/biosandy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Sandy Cheeks: The teenager hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· They hang out all the time together&lt;br /&gt;· He is constantly wrestling with her, just for a little of physical contact from her.&lt;br /&gt;· He is always trying to show her that he is a REAL MAN&lt;br /&gt;· She is Texan and dresses a Space Suit... And that's HOT, also Kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spongezone.net/biopearl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Pearl Krabs: The dark desire of SpongeBob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· She is a total Lolita... Lots of men likes lolitas.&lt;br /&gt;· She is an overdeveloped teenager ( that size is not normal for her age)&lt;br /&gt;· She the popular girl who is nice to the nerdy boy.&lt;br /&gt;· She is a Cheerleader... So another fixation of SpongeBob, and also Kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spongezone.net/biopuff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Poppy Puff: The lustful Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· No mater what he says nobody without intention looses a course that many times.&lt;br /&gt;· He just wishes to hear one day that invitation to "do it" on her desk and make the wild bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;· He is constantly trying to please her.&lt;br /&gt;· She is his Teacher... So it's also very Kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see... He can not be gay even if he tries, because his irrational actions shows that he is straight, nerdy and kinky, but straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110686881818942167?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110686881818942167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110686881818942167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110686881818942167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110686881818942167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/spongebob-sex-drive.html' title='SpongeBob sex drive'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110670200302725205</id><published>2005-01-25T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T17:13:23.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just guessing</title><content type='html'>I meet a lady... She made me nervous, she put me in and gave me breakfast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm sometimes I feel this song comes to be part of the soundtrack of my life... At least this part, and I'm sure it's not because my astonishing good looks... I think maybe Is the accent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110670200302725205?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110670200302725205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110670200302725205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110670200302725205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110670200302725205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-just-guessing.html' title='I&apos;m just guessing'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110658643380294637</id><published>2005-01-24T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T09:09:42.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my sickness (and enjoy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #eeffee 3px outset; BORDER-TOP: #eeffee 3px outset; BACKGROUND: #eeffee; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #eeffee 3px outset; BORDER-BOTTOM: #eeffee 3px outset" cellpadding="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px inset; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: 1px inset; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #bbeebb; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: 1px inset; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px inset; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Doctor Unheimlich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; has diagnosed me with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Horny Bunny's Lurgy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;falling over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Symptoms&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dancing, humming, frequent tongue retraction, turning into a wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cure&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;take a few aspirin with meals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px inset; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: 1px inset; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #bbeebb; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: 1px inset; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px inset; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;form style="MARGIN: 0px" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease" method="get"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: xx-small" size="9" name="p"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: xx-small; BACKGROUND: #bbeebb" type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110658643380294637?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110658643380294637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110658643380294637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110658643380294637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110658643380294637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/meet-my-sickness-and-enjoy.html' title='Meet my sickness (and enjoy)'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110653204444093632</id><published>2005-01-23T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T18:00:44.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Time</title><content type='html'>All day I had been soooo sleepy it hurts... I just want to be in my bed and cuddle inside of it.... mmmm my bed is great, and with days like this one is a bless... Sorry I'm not so funny this time, but I'm very lazy today, I was just crossing by for cookies and thought to write something.. For children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm it's time to go again to my cozy land... If you want something funny perhaps you can picture me with a kinky Cinderella dominatrix dress ridding a mini bike... Pervert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110653204444093632?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110653204444093632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110653204444093632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110653204444093632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110653204444093632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/lazy-time.html' title='Lazy Time'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110633142927535087</id><published>2005-01-21T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T10:17:09.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You will always be my child...</title><content type='html'>Damn... Don't you hate family reunions... In particular when you see some old relatives... And they start telling everyone they knew you since you were "this big" and begin to tell awful tales from your childhood that after of years and years of therapy you had forgotten for your relief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate that no matter how old are you, when you speak to some of this relatives and say something like, "... When I was young" and they star to laugh their asses off because of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well I do off course, but I started to do it at a big family reunion I had this week with a cousin and it was a hell of fun seeing her going through al colors, I bust her balls al the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why people do it, why they do it to me... It's for revenge,and revenge is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110633142927535087?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110633142927535087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110633142927535087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110633142927535087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110633142927535087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-will-always-be-my-child.html' title='You will always be my child...'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110603206401404786</id><published>2005-01-17T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:09:37.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking about selling my self</title><content type='html'>This is the first time I feel glad I´m a man*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same responses I only changed the genre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Male:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worth $2,736,124.62! How much are &lt;a href="http://www.personprice.com" target="_blank"&gt;you worth&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Female:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worth $2,376,378.27! How much are &lt;a href="http://www.personprice.com" target="_blank"&gt;you worth&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think this is Fucked Up?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this male ruled world!!! Go Girls Go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;*the why I think being a woman is way cooler than being a man I tell another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110603206401404786?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110603206401404786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110603206401404786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110603206401404786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110603206401404786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/speaking-about-selling-my-self.html' title='Speaking about selling my self'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110590464267538132</id><published>2005-01-16T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T11:44:02.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need... Some... Water</title><content type='html'>My... Head... Hurts... Lots... Of... Partying... Must... Go... Back... To... Sleep... Rest... Needed... For... Survival...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110590464267538132?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110590464267538132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110590464267538132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110590464267538132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110590464267538132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/need-some-water.html' title='Need... Some... Water'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110575065131919877</id><published>2005-01-14T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T16:57:31.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I'm doing later...</title><content type='html'>TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY, PARTY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VODKA, VODKA, VODKA, VODKA, VODKA, VODKA, VODKA, VODKA, VODKA, VODKA, VODKA, VODKA, VODKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And also&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN... &lt;strong&gt;what a moron I am&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110575065131919877?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110575065131919877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110575065131919877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110575065131919877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110575065131919877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/guess-what-im-doing-later.html' title='Guess what I&apos;m doing later...'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110559250318805083</id><published>2005-01-12T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T21:01:43.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I hear you say</title><content type='html'>Well somebody asked me which was my favorite band or musician... This questions as you know comes pretty frequently and because of that it should be easy to respond, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my case, for me to respond it is very hard because I am truly a Melomaniac, which stands for "addicted to music" so I like a tons of things and it's impossible to narrow it to just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after contemplating my incapableness to say a name, people tend to ask me this: So, which kind of music you like then?... And it comes to the same thing as the first question... I like music, not one type or style ALL the music, impossible to say jus one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to prove my story I decided to make a small list of things I hear to clarify my addiction, some of the things can sound unfamiliar but I assure you, It all exist and is all great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it comes (In no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;David Bowie&lt;/strong&gt; (he is odd and makes great music)&lt;br /&gt;·&lt;strong&gt; Frank Zappa&lt;/strong&gt; (Other odd man with very interesting music)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Ruben Blades&lt;/strong&gt; (He's from Panama, if you can understand Spanish you'll hear one of the best lyrics on earth)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Carlinhos Brown&lt;/strong&gt; (From Brazil, very cool stuff)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Clawfinger&lt;/strong&gt; (This band is from Sweden, great lyrics and lots of attitude)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Eric Satie&lt;/strong&gt; (The Gymnopédies and Ogives are just beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Basement Jaxx&lt;/strong&gt; (Crazy electronica music)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Oomph!&lt;/strong&gt; (Great German Rock band, Rammstein souns crappy around this guys)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Einstürzende Neubauten&lt;/strong&gt; (The daddies of Industrial, REAL Industrial)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Juno Reactor&lt;/strong&gt; (Great tribal fusion stuff)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;101622&lt;/strong&gt; (Experimental as hell)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Queen&lt;/strong&gt; (Some great tunes came from them)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Johnny Cash&lt;/strong&gt; (Great when you are alone and very sad)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Dj Tiesto&lt;/strong&gt; (If you what to meet hot girls go to electronica raves, and this man is one of the best in the game)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Mano Negra&lt;/strong&gt; (French band, fun music)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Fear Factory&lt;/strong&gt; (Great music and lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Fate No More&lt;/strong&gt; (Incredible)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Front Line Assembly&lt;/strong&gt; (Moody and Dark Industrial)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/strong&gt; (My god, have you heard her voice?)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Orishas&lt;/strong&gt; (Rap band from Cuba, they mix the rap with son cubano)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Salif Keita&lt;/strong&gt; (Great sound and vocal work from Africa)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Armand Van Helden&lt;/strong&gt; (other great one for parties and hot girls)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Chumbawamba &lt;/strong&gt;(Lots of songs in honor to buzz, you have to respect that)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Aretha Franklin&lt;/strong&gt; (If you want to talk about respect you have to love her voice)&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Placido Domingo&lt;/strong&gt; (What a great voice, My favorite opera of his "Carmen")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you get the point... I'm tired of writing and you can see by this (Small, very small) list that I love all the music, so if you some day want to invite me to a drink we will not have a fight about the kind of music we shall hear, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110559250318805083?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110559250318805083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110559250318805083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110559250318805083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110559250318805083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-do-i-hear-you-say.html' title='What do I hear you say'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110547895742894486</id><published>2005-01-11T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:29:17.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As if I didn't knew by now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_nq.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I am nerdier than 3% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=6510" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It figures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110547895742894486?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110547895742894486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110547895742894486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110547895742894486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110547895742894486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/as-if-i-didnt-knew-by-now.html' title='As if I didn&apos;t knew by now'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110546969838101385</id><published>2005-01-11T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T10:54:58.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This kind of questions comes to mind from time to time</title><content type='html'>What would happen if I was thrown to an oven and heated up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would be dead... And delicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110546969838101385?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110546969838101385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110546969838101385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110546969838101385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110546969838101385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-kind-of-questions-comes-to-mind.html' title='This kind of questions comes to mind from time to time'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110530054491593194</id><published>2005-01-09T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T11:55:44.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love comes again... And again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What can I say... I'm a romantic, I believe in love to the point of believing in love at first sight, and I believe in it because I had lived it... The only problem I think is that I am in something like the dark side of romanticism, if you can excuse my goofy star wars simile I'm the Darth Vader of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?... Well it's because the thing I mentioned before, I had love at first sight, but not just once, many many times, like 6 or 7 times per day at least, sometimes even more, I fall deeply into a crush for Almost every woman I meet or see, lamentable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia, you are my girl... Come to daddy!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to accept that not all is my fault, but merely a condition produced by women being so perfect and all, I have the deeply belief that almost every women have whatever is needed to be beautiful and wonderful (I say almost because once I believed that it was possible for all women to be beautiful, if they were not pretty on the outside they had beautiful spirit or viceversa or in most of the cases inside and outside, that was until I meet this horrible, horrible girl which changed my view, she was ugly in the outside and insupportable on the inside, horrible human being... At her back people called her the urinal... Guess why) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes is a look in their eyes, others is the why they smile, at times is just for an instance when there hair moves in a special way and the sun shines through it... And mostly is for something the say... I fall in love constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a special cannon for beauty... At times I had mate some beautiful over weight women in my life also skinnies and for al races and tastes... For me beauty is not a standard thing is a thing of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a romantic the Darth Vader of love... And I like it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... I do not Like girls stealing my French fries, If you want some order yours... I don't want to have hunger for fries later... That can kill my love in seconds so be careful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110530054491593194?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110530054491593194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110530054491593194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110530054491593194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110530054491593194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/love-comes-again-and-again.html' title='Love comes again... And again'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110524694905184550</id><published>2005-01-08T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T21:15:59.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You See... Bunnies do hunt too!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FF0000 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana," style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Hunter Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/hunter-soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driven and ambitious - totally self motiviated to succeed&lt;br /&gt;Actively working to acheive what you want, you are skillful in many areas.&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural predator with strong instincts ... and more than a little demanding.&lt;br /&gt;You are creative, energetic, and an extremely powerful force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outdoors person, you like animals and relate to them better than people.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have an explosive personality, but also a good sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes see you as arrogant or a know it all.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a bit of a loner, though you hate to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seekersoul.html"&gt;Seeker Soul&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/peacemakersoul.html"&gt;Peacemaker Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kindsoulquiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110524694905184550?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110524694905184550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110524694905184550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110524694905184550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110524694905184550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-see-bunnies-do-hunt-too.html' title='You See... Bunnies do hunt too!!!'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110514903521402922</id><published>2005-01-07T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:54:18.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not loved because I'm loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Darn... I have just find out that sexually explicit blogs can't enter in almost every one of the blogs communities....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well I had spoken of sex openly and I had said a bunch of curse words and I'm a horny bunny who wets laid pretty often so, the most probable thing is that I will be alienated from all those communities, it's gona be a bad bad weekend, because of it... Thank god for parties ahead and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway life goes on and I'm pretty darn sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110514903521402922?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110514903521402922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110514903521402922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110514903521402922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110514903521402922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/not-loved-because-im-loved.html' title='Not loved because I&apos;m loved'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110505922983391958</id><published>2005-01-06T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T11:06:03.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with all those Rabbits????</title><content type='html'>As I said before I'm at my vacation time, so I have a lot of free time to do what ever pops to my head... So, I was kind of bored and decided to change some things at this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a time to here I been working on a character, which is a rabbit... And is funny... So before I really start to work on what ever he will come to be I decide to use him, and of course abuse this blog on his behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change will be mostly on the outside because I plan to write the same kind of stuff I write now, but it will appear like it was written by the rabbit... Which has a pretty similar humor than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also will change the name of the blog, for a more thematic name according for the new face: It will be called "confessions of a horny Bunny" and also I will be Known by the name of "The Horny Bunny"... So if you don't understand that bastardly amount of bunnies around it's because of al this useless changes I'm doing just for my joy and diversion... As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, when I'm bored I'll do this kind of stuff... This radical stuff that makes my first ever post on this blog so misplaced that if it had feelings, it would commit a ritual suicide for his dishonor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endure my boredom... At least is joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110505922983391958?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110505922983391958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110505922983391958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110505922983391958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110505922983391958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/whats-up-with-all-those-rabbits.html' title='What&apos;s up with all those Rabbits????'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110482023293827593</id><published>2005-01-03T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:33:17.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow... a new year, a brand new year, just for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, I'm on my vacation time until next week and I had been pretty lazy this days, lot of sleeping and partying... Is a great time, but I'm starting to miss work, the office calls me, it needs me... And I do too, it's like a disease, I must be a workaholic or something because I miss the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually (I think) all kinds of work are some kind of dull if you are not into it a lot... But there are some kinds of work that are very very fun by their own... Mine is one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do Advertising an is very fun, is fun because you get paid a lot to make funny stuff that sells, you can work till late creating funny stuff and meeting hot girls, you get invited to wild parties and they reward you for your silliness, the wackier the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard work but someone has to do it... So I'm waiting with hunger for getting back to that, for telling you the truth, I didn't want to take vacations but my boss made me do it... Something about labor laws ( dawn laws that protect me!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because my depression I been partying a lot... Just because I'm getting old and I have to be forced to have a break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I found this image that represents perfectly my state at new years and birthdays, is from one of the best web comics around ... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/weekly/72.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out at :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastkisscomics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.lastkisscomics.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110482023293827593?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110482023293827593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110482023293827593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110482023293827593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110482023293827593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-miss-my-job.html' title='I miss my job'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110453757854284491</id><published>2004-12-31T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T15:59:38.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the last day a ménage à trois with Lipton and Pivot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As you can tell a very tasty title for my today's post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 has been a pretty cool year for me... Great stuff has come to me... And I had learned a lot too, at work I'm adored like a god because my endless genius and the sex made me wet my self on tears of joy... So I'm very exited (in that way too) with our new year... If it comes as good as this one it's gona be a great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought because this gas a great year, and because I like a lot that Bravo thingy called "Inside the Actors Studio" hosted by the strange looking James Lipton I should respond his Bernard Pivot questionnaire (sorry if this was not the kind of ménage à trois you were expecting for... By the way, you are disgusting for expecting that kind of things... Have you ever seen a photo of Bernard Pivot? Sicko).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No further story here it comes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· What is your favorite word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is a tricky question... Because if I choose a word by the meaning of it I would say Fate, not religious fate... Just fate, having fate gives you a lot of strength to be better and go on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if I choose a word just for the word, it would had to be Bunny, bunny is a funny word.... It also rhymes with funny... bunnnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· What is your least favorite word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bernard Pivot... Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· What turns you on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Knowledge.... And sexy girls... And a combination of both is just the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· What turns you off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thinking of you (James Lipton) French kissing Bernard Pivot, also 3 eyed women and intolerance and unfunded judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· What's your favorite curse word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Well this another tricky question.... Like almost every other one, the curse that I mostly use is Fuck... But my favorite is Darn... It another funny word, just like bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· What sound or noise do you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mmmmmm I love of the sound that makes a beautiful woman sleeping at the other side of your bed when you tenderly hug her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· What sound or noise do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The voice of Jim Morrison.. Thank god his dead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- An opera singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· What profession would you not like to participate in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A sailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What??... After all that time you had you forgot to bring the Vodka?... God!!!, come on in... The party has already begun we will call delivery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110453757854284491?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110453757854284491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110453757854284491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110453757854284491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110453757854284491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-last-day-mnage-trois-with-lipton.html' title='In the last day a ménage à trois with Lipton and Pivot'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110426786359813659</id><published>2004-12-28T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T13:04:23.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAD A LOOK OF HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it looks just like this blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://-heavenparadise-6f2003.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://-heavenparadise-6f2003.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is Horrible... I can't sleep since I saw it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DAMN YOU &lt;strong&gt;NEXT BLOG&lt;/strong&gt; BUTTON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110426786359813659?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110426786359813659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110426786359813659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110426786359813659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110426786359813659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-had-look-of-hell.html' title='I HAD A LOOK OF HELL'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110410684532809449</id><published>2004-12-26T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:33:22.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn... I wish I were Darth Vader!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="310" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(I changed the photo because I look sexier here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Though somewhat cocky and brash, your inner humanity is sometimes disguised in your attempts to hide the real you. But that humanity is there and though somewhat hesitant, you do help those in need. You're confident and strong and possess noble abilities that draw people to you once you let them in." src="http://www.jedi-academy.com/film/han_solo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If I were a Star Wars character, I would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Han Solo. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take the&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://atta.sinfree.net/quiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;Which Star Wars Character Am I?&lt;/a&gt;" Quiz&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://atta.sinfree.net" target="_blank"&gt;Always Two There Are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110410684532809449?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110410684532809449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110410684532809449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110410684532809449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110410684532809449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2004/12/damn-i-wish-i-were-darth-vader.html' title='Damn... I wish I were Darth Vader!!!'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110378394013165256</id><published>2004-12-22T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T22:39:00.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought about the meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy... Do I hate Christmas... And the odd thing is I am not even a catholic, or protestant or something like that... But still I have to celebrate... Dawn life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to understand, I don't have anything to complain about Jesus and his birth... Even the thing about being with the family seems to be a good Idea... But why, why the presents... Why this terrible torture of buying gifts at the same time that millions and millions of people do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is impossible to walk normally... When you enter a store it seems like it was summer because all those people... Is a small hell I tell you... A taste of what shall come to all of us, naughty people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are my friend or family don't expect a gift from me... That will make your Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110378394013165256?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110378394013165256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110378394013165256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110378394013165256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110378394013165256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2004/12/thought-about-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='A thought about the meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110318328811098734</id><published>2004-12-15T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:48:08.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas... Yay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay!!... Is Christmas time... That time of year you have to smile to everybody, buy gifts to people you hate, and watch some horrible TV about smiling and buying gift to people you hate, but you should love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year when you receive a lot of socks and if you are lucky some money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year when is ok to be wasted in front of your parents and friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year when is ok to go out in your pink bikini and try to score with your aunts friend... mmmm maybe that one not... But is Christmas Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy about it I want to cry... Thank god for Vodka and aunts friends... Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, I don't like much about Christmas... And no... I don't have a crush on my aunts friend... In fact I don't even have an aunt... But I should... An she should have a hot friend so I could get drunk and try to score with her wile I'm on a pink bikini, pink with yellow dots... Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow here officially starts the preparation of Christmas eve... A lot of praying and awful music, mostly singed by children... Like that pretty child of The Ring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sqd.ru/files/4/06.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I will try to enjoy wile it last... And if am really good, Santa will bring me an aunt with a hot friend or something cool... Like a cat... A drunk cat with a bikini.... Yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110318328811098734?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110318328811098734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110318328811098734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110318328811098734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110318328811098734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-yay.html' title='Christmas... Yay!!'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110266287601247185</id><published>2004-12-09T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:16:25.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The uncomfortable talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From time to time you find in your life people with the most disgusting conversations you can imagine... Think about it... There's always someone who will tell you something you don't want to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case it comes in the form of a friend... Who has the most horrible conversation ever... His masturbation habits... And believe me... They are plain wrong, the worst part is, he feels happy about telling me this stuff in the middle of lunch... Since I meet him... I forgot about salad dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sample of one of those charming moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Let's seat here&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ok&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you see Conan yesterday... The part of the... Blah blah blah... She was hot&lt;br /&gt;Him: dude... She did a 80 wank on the jerk-o-meter&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Him: C'mon dude... Don't you do it it's the best&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm starting to feel that I don't want to know...&lt;br /&gt;Him: Of course you want to know... I'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;Me: Crap... I fear my future&lt;br /&gt;Him: I start by hitting the shower for a long log steamy bath... Then I go to my leather coach and put the TV on... Totally naked with my friends... Mr. Cream lotion and Mr. Kleenex...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh God, please kill me now!!&lt;br /&gt;Him: Then I start the zapping, Rub enough lotion in my hand to fill my dick with it and start the jerk-o-meter... For every girl that comes to the spot I meter her hotness with strokes of my dick... The number of wanks depends in how horny I am... Usually 10 is the lowest... After a session of this you feel like giving al the love every hot woman deserve...&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm gona puke... I hate you... Don't ever... ever invite me to your house... Ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see... I have to live through this every day... So... Please... Kill me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110266287601247185?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110266287601247185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110266287601247185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110266287601247185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110266287601247185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2004/12/uncomfortable-talk.html' title='The uncomfortable talk'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110236075666978118</id><published>2004-12-06T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:19:16.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Widow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I´m not very fond with pool... In fact I kind'a suck at it.... But I can't deny I like to Watch the WPBA tournaments... Watching women playing pool is so darn gooood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it even more if Jeanette Lee (aka Black Widow) is on the game...She's hot... And wile playing seems to be having a very good time... Also a very bad one... She is like the McEnroe of feminine Pool... And McEnroe is cool also... In tennis at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is... That you have to support sports, and there's not better reason to do it that a pretty an sexy woman being mean and yelling... If all sports were like that, I could die happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wpba.com/images/players/Lee2004Sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wpba.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.wpba.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110236075666978118?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110236075666978118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110236075666978118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110236075666978118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110236075666978118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2004/12/black-widow.html' title='The Black Widow'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110218716240139072</id><published>2004-12-03T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T11:06:02.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Mr banana... Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The other day I learned the basics of an ancient Chinese game called Go... It's very interesting... And if you don't mind to be around from time to time with lame nerds or pretentious Chinese people... You might find it fun ( I recommend to be with some alcohol on your system... It will make it more fun and enjoy the game no matter the company).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.... I was learning this game wile playing, yup at the same time... Also drunk, no big deal, but you can call me hero... Well not really because I'd lost every set I played...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, wile I was learning I couldn't stop thinking about the inspector Gadget... Specially the main theme score... You know... Go Gadget Go, ta da ta ra ta da ta ra ta ra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.... I also remembered The Speed Racer... Also because of the main theme songo.... Go Speed Racer, Go Speed Racer, Go Speed Racer GoooOOOOOoooooooo.... That was bringing good memories, but the bastard with I was playing didn't understand why I was smiling wile I was loosing... So he got mad, and run away crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor bastard, after that and because of the most compelling character of Speed Racer, I found another thing I wish I had... A Monkey, It would be fun, I could call him Mr. Banana... And teach him all kind of stupid tricks to impress my girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Banana... ta da ta ra ta da ta ra ta raaaaaaaaaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110218716240139072?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110218716240139072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110218716240139072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110218716240139072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110218716240139072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2004/12/go-mr-banana-go.html' title='Go Mr banana... Go'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110179866774184125</id><published>2004-11-29T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T10:47:39.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Exelent Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The other day I had writhed about something great... But because some dumb stuff it got erased... So I got angry and beat my self Almost to death and, later went on a date... And got drunk on revenge... muhaahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way, that story will come in the future, now I want to talk seriously about something... Very profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was watching a fab episode of Highlander, that excellent show about someone who chops heads and then get electrocuted (Thank god for Reruns).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the episode I saw, no body got head chopped... But a bunch got killed in a tons of ways, but that's not the important thing... What I want to bring to attention is one of the most powerful characters who had appeared on that twisted series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of her interpretation, witch bring tears of blood to my eyes I'm starting the first known fan club (at least that's what I hope it is) for the most talented actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I really just see her in this episode and once in a soft porn if I'm not wrong... But who cares, I can still remember that great line she said... "Why?", marvelous... It doesn't matter if she only appeared like for 5 minutes in the episode, as a secondary character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of that I start from now on the &lt;strong&gt;WHY?... You killed my evil daddy on a episode of highlander Kehli O'Byrne fan Club&lt;/strong&gt;... The most dandy place to remember that great interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the things go All right I'll make T´Shirts with a set of crayolas... It's gona be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clublez.com/movies/lesbian_movie_scenes/w/watch_me/watch_me_08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0639934/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0639934/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110179866774184125?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110179866774184125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110179866774184125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110179866774184125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110179866774184125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2004/11/exelent-performance.html' title='An Exelent Performance'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110110817076366149</id><published>2004-11-22T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T23:22:50.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronald is a smart Clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember one day, after a wild nite of sex with a girl... We were kind of bored of the hanky panky an decided to go for a walk... We were making fun of everything coz we were on a very good mood (you know... We had got lucky just about a half an hour before) ... So it had to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near we were there's a Mc Donalds and as you know there is a plastic Ronald Mc Donald sitting on a bench outside... With a very big smile and a very secure attitude... But for me there was no explanation for that mood for the old Ron so... Searching in one of my pockets I found a condom of the round before and I felt it was my duty to share it with him... You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it in his hand and with the girl I was stared at him for a wile... We posed with him and make some jokes about knowing now the reason of that big smile... Then she told me to never tell this story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after a long time I wonder about the person the next morning who had to clean Ronald... What would had been his or her thoughts about it... For me it was funny... Maybe for him... Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the girl... JA JA... I told the story... Go hide!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110110817076366149?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110110817076366149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110110817076366149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110110817076366149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110110817076366149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2004/11/ronald-is-smart-clown.html' title='Ronald is a smart Clown'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110089225605732469</id><published>2004-11-19T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:24:16.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoooky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For more than a month I had started again to smoke.... It was almost like 9 years of not doin'it and I have to tell you it was about time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it sounds people felt bad about them shelves because I don't smoke and also because I'm so perfect and cool... So because they are not... They become depressed, and that make me feel bad... So for them, the people... The world.. The humanity, I started to smoke... I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I was going to get the habit again I had to choose wisely the brand I was going to get addicted, and after a not so extended research, I decided to smoke Kool Lights... Because I'm cool and light and for because of that it was a natural choice... Remember is for the sake of humanity that I'm doing this... But wile doin'it I can look terribly hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.... I'm in the gang of smokers again... And you should be proud of me, doing something as cool as this... Just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110089225605732469?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110089225605732469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110089225605732469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110089225605732469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110089225605732469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2004/11/smoooky.html' title='Smoooky'/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232203.post-110089132064468919</id><published>2004-11-19T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:08:40.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Dots </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dots pretty dots... All full of dots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the fact is I don't really like dots as a part of my complete breakfast but... Hey I suppose someone has to love them, and so who am I to tell that the dots are not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by the name of this blog you didn't found out this is a stupid place to tell stupid things, with no sense at all... Well you are kind of dumb... In fact I kinda not like you but... Hey, who am I to tell that, I just know I'm pretty, like the pretty dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now really, I started this blog just to write plain stupid and nonsense things... Just for the fun, just for the trill... And also the dots, the pretty dots... Don't you like them?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now and dream with the pretty dots but... Hey, who am I to tell you with what you shall dream, I'm not a dream teller or do I?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9232203-110089132064468919?l=foolmindgate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/feeds/110089132064468919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9232203&amp;postID=110089132064468919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110089132064468919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9232203/posts/default/110089132064468919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolmindgate.blogspot.com/2004/11/pretty-dots_19.html' title='Pretty Dots '/><author><name>Cunicŭlus Vodka Surfer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4054/533/1600/hb.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
