<?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-6368035</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:54:25.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caramel</title><subtitle type='html'>This weblog is set up for my public speaking course at Denison University.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108397750501174716</id><published>2004-05-07T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T21:00:35.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When constructing a deliberative speech, the first thing you must do is choose your main topic. My group chose racial profiling. There are three main components to creating a speech: content, from and delivery. Aristotle created three elements to a speech and the first is logos. Logos deals with word, reason, and thought and this involves the speech’s content. You must do as much research on your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108397750501174716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108397750501174716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108397750501174716' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108329088699739259</id><published>2004-04-29T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T22:12:24.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the fuck is up with this thong law? I have to agree with Adam, the senator is a moron. Who cares what people wear? Does this mean that plumbers should be punished for showing their ass cracks? Maybe the senator is a fucking queer if he doesn't enjoy seeing women's thongs. Hopefully Britney Spears never visits Louisiana. Oh well, some people just spend their time thinking up stupid things. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108329088699739259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108329088699739259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108329088699739259' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108310495476575189</id><published>2004-04-27T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T18:33:29.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gotta agree with Sam, computers suck ass! Most of the time I go to e-mail and the damn computer wouldn't let me compose a message. I had to keep using my friend's e-mail to send messages. Also the damn blogger wouldn't let me add a hyperlink. I kept having to look up the code to create a link myself. And what the hell is up with the internet on campus. It so slow. I kept getting impatient and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108310495476575189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108310495476575189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108310495476575189' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108274335166539357</id><published>2004-04-23T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:29:08.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gotta say, Ivan's story from class was rather interesting. Public places are not the place for sex. At least not when someone can walk in on you. I was completely wierded out when I heard my roomates fucking in their bedroom. They kept knocking the bed against the wall. I had to turn the volume way up on the tv. In may my boyfriend, his best friend and his girlfriend,  my boyfriend's sister, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108274335166539357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108274335166539357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274335166539357' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108274265635191490</id><published>2004-04-23T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T13:55:04.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I last blogged. I wish I could keep up with blogging a little better. My group finally finished fixing our speech (I think) and I finished writing this presentation with my partner in Urban Econ. I'm trying to finish up all my projects. I just want this semester to end. Anyway... This loan officer that I know is going to help me find a summer internship. He's been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108274265635191490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108274265635191490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274265635191490' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108214480134323132</id><published>2004-04-16T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:09:20.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This summer is going to suck. I still can't get someone to hire me for a damn internship. I have been rejected by everyone but Morgan Stanley and National City. I had an interview with Morgan Stanley and the woman asked me about my current job and my major then we talked about Pataskala and her clients. I was a little confused because it didn't seem like an actual interview. It kinda worried me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108214480134323132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108214480134323132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108214480134323132' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108195655394318347</id><published>2004-04-14T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T11:40:48.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Fatima's post about Denison food. I've only eaten in Huffman or Curtis maybe 3 times since I've been at Denison. It is ridiculous, how can anyone eat enough at once to cover the price for the meal. I felt as though I needed to overstuff myself just to get my money's worth. That's the luxury of living off campus, you don't have to eat Denison's meals. Anyway...Why is it that professors </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108195655394318347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108195655394318347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195655394318347' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108163256229031851</id><published>2004-04-10T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T17:33:13.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somebody appears a bit disturbed. But usually the most demented are the most amusing. I searched thru all the blogs and the only post that caught my attention was Scott's. I needed an escape from snoozefest. Thanks. Well I gotta get going, nothing much going on at the moment. I just gotta get to tidying up my room a bit. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108163256229031851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108163256229031851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108163256229031851' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108147346325622624</id><published>2004-04-08T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T21:21:32.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Richard, I'll now have Barbie girl in my head all night. You need to find the lyrics to the Fraggle Rock theme. It's bugging the hell out of me that I can't remember. I already blogged earlier, I just decided to link to someone. I gotta get going I just got off work and I need to take a shower before getting to my homework. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108147346325622624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108147346325622624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108147346325622624' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108143848402015225</id><published>2004-04-08T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T11:38:32.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems like forever since my last blog. I know I seem to be slacking a bit. The past 2 weeks have been completely hectic. I barely get to make it to a computer to even check my e-mails. I just had an internship interview on Tuesday. I have another for next week. I've had 3 group projects I have been working on as well as the normal homework. My work keeps changing my schedule on me. Next week I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108143848402015225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108143848402015225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143848402015225' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108087586933237056</id><published>2004-04-01T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:21:52.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to agree with Brie, Marissa looks sickly. How can anyone allow themselves to stay that skinny. I wouldn't want to touch her because I'd be afraid I'd break her. There is this chic that comes into the gas station where I work everyday and she is so skinny she is shaped basically the same as her skeleton. Her pants fall off of her. She is constantly pulling at them. Some people are just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108087586933237056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108087586933237056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087586933237056' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108069977681096331</id><published>2004-03-30T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T21:26:33.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gotta say, you know you're becoming a drunk when you can't remember running around naked in front of everyone in the hotel. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I say do whatever makes you happy. At least you're having fun. I haven't had any strange drunk episodes lately. I'm becoming dull. Oh well... I hate state farm and northwestern mutual financial. I have been rejected by both. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108069977681096331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108069977681096331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108069977681096331' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108031970877308503</id><published>2004-03-26T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T11:55:24.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally got to read scott's story that people keep talking about. That story is crazy. It made me think of a question that I have to ask all you guys. Why do guys insist on trying to make a girl choke when they are giving head? A few months ago I was with this guy and he started pushing my head down harder. I got the job done, there was no need to cause me to choke. I didn't need his help. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108031970877308503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108031970877308503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031970877308503' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108026667558552293</id><published>2004-03-25T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T11:54:54.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gotta say old people are probably the horniest people in the world. I have more old drunk men hitting on me than any other guy at the gas station where I work. They make perverted comments and sexual jokes when they talk to me. What makes them think that I'll give them and their old wrinkly balls a chance anyway? Adam's story proves my point about old people in general. Even old women are horny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108026667558552293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108026667558552293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108026667558552293' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-108009546216009897</id><published>2004-03-23T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T21:35:01.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was checking out everybody's blogs about spring break and I gotta say the pirate story was one of the most unusual.  I think it would be kinda neat to see an actual pirate. My spring break began nice but most of it sucked. I went to Chicago for the weekend but as soon as I returned that Monday, I had to work all week. I worked 6 days in a row. That was the first time I got on a plane (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108009546216009897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/108009546216009897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009546216009897' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107902923114718723</id><published>2004-03-11T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:23:41.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hope everybody enjoys spring break. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107902923114718723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107902923114718723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107902923114718723' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107902904378538263</id><published>2004-03-11T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:22:25.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to agree with Kristin on the whole Wednesday's class issue.  I commute from Pataskala every day. I checked the blog and my e-mail and I didn't see anything about a cancellation so I went ahead and drove to campus. It had taken me forever to get my ass out of bed but I finally did. So when I looked at the sign on the door I was a little frustrated, I had gotten up for nothing. I had to wait</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107902904378538263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107902904378538263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107902904378538263' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107902869117949800</id><published>2004-03-11T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:14:41.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are examples of my 13 figures:abcisio: not foundablatio: not foundabode:  By bringing hope to the oppressed, and delivering justice to the violent, they are making  America more secure [...] And their vigilance is protecting America.aporia: not foundaposiopesis: not foundapostrophe: Tonight, members of Congress can take pride in the great works of compassion and reform that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107902869117949800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107902869117949800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107902869117949800' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107893267518150386</id><published>2004-03-10T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T10:36:05.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wasn't hating  Mardea!  I agree I feel Eminem is unique. I was just wondering other people's opinions. Some of the people in my class, including my professor were just claiming he is only successful b/c of his color. I just thought that he may have been brought into the spotlight at first b/c he is one of few white rappers but he remained in the spotlight b/c of his talent. That's all for today</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107893267518150386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107893267518150386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893267518150386' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107889992308241245</id><published>2004-03-10T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T10:35:04.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry I didn't post yesterday. After classes I had to work til late and then I took some cold medicine and that knocked me out. Then I had to get up and go back to work at 6 am this morning. Work sucks. Anyway... I was checking out Kyle's blog and what the professor did was really fucked up. I wonder if they could get into any trouble over something like that. How can they expect a student to get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107889992308241245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107889992308241245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107889992308241245' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107845256257148520</id><published>2004-03-04T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T21:12:23.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw that article. What's wrong with gas stations and fast food restaurants? It's already difficult as it is to find enough gas stations near the Granville area. If they get one or two more it may be better. At least then, the ones that already exist won't be as busy as they are. I think Granville just wants to bitch about everything. Fast food restaurants must be too slummy for the richy rich </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107845256257148520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107845256257148520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107845256257148520' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107836937093610348</id><published>2004-03-03T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:05:50.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went the the transsexual site Fatima suggested in her post, damn! I sure hope that women can't look as much like men as those men look like women. I wouldn't know who was what sex originally. Some of those men in those pics look better than most women I have seen, even better than some actresses and models. It's crazy. What is this world coming to?!Anyway... In my Black Studies class today, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107836937093610348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107836937093610348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107836937093610348' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107828656380033504</id><published>2004-03-02T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T23:05:42.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was checking out Steve's site and I gotta say, I liked his opinion of Bush. Bush is and definitely looks like a monkey. I can't stand Bush. Bush is a dumb ass. It will suck if he gets reelected. I wouldn't think that this country would be stupid enough to reelect him though. But anyway... Nothing much else to say. I gotta go finish my take home midterm before I go to sleep. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107828656380033504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107828656380033504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828656380033504' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107815345563060843</id><published>2004-03-01T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T10:07:11.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well... I guess since there is no assignment due today I can make a normal post for the day. I was checking out everyone's blogs when I found Nate's. I don't think I have ever linked to him before. He was discussing being a CS student. I started out as a CS major freshman year. I hated it! I didn't like spending all day in the damn computer lab. The projects take sooo long to finish, especially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107815345563060843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107815345563060843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815345563060843' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107784722850704168</id><published>2004-02-26T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T21:03:19.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was checking out Matt's blog and I agree, Bush is stupid for banning gay marriage. Does he realize how many homosexuals are in the US? That constitutes a fairly large portion of the voters. I think people should be able to make up their own minds. A person's personal life is their own business, they should be allowed to marry whomever they want. Bush has no right to tell someone that they can't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107784722850704168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107784722850704168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784722850704168' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107768023629087062</id><published>2004-02-24T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T22:40:04.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was looking at Andrea's site and I like what she said about Denisonitis, especially c on the list. I have been feeling like I have ADD. I can't concentrate on something for more that 5 minutes. I get sidetracked too easily and it takes longer to get things done. I can't wait til the semester ends. I'm getting sick of campus already.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107768023629087062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107768023629087062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768023629087062' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107729625431795634</id><published>2004-02-20T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:59:54.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my econometrics test back today. I'm kinda suprised but I got an A; so far so good. How did you do Mardea on your test today? I saw your blog mentioning it.I also read Fatima's blog about kids. I gotta disagree. I can't stand little kids. They are annoying. I'm not sure if I'll ever have kids and if I do I'm only having one. Little kids are messy and they whine too much. Sure they can be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107729625431795634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107729625431795634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729625431795634' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107729513280062288</id><published>2004-02-20T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T11:41:35.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday in one of my classes we discussed Outkast's performance at the grammy's. CBS had to broadcast an apology for their performance because they wore green and white Native American garb and danced around a teepee. Some Native American groups found it disrespectful and decided to boycott CBS. To me this is stupid. So Outkast used a Native American theme. Why is it considered disrespectful</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107729513280062288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107729513280062288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729513280062288' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107707290905164488</id><published>2004-02-17T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T21:57:47.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was checking out Matt's blog and he was discussing the movie Miracle. I keep hearing that it's pretty good, maybe I'll check it out sometime. Other than that, everyone should go see Butterfly Effect. That is a tripped out movie. It kinda makes you think. It was a little wierd seeing Ashton Kutcher play a serious role. Oh yeah, a movie nobody should ever waste their money on is Marci X. I rented</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107707290905164488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107707290905164488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707290905164488' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107696422602001596</id><published>2004-02-16T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T15:47:36.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Valentines' day weekend is over. I actually enjoyed it which is quite strange for me. My boyfriend got me this cute little stuffed bear and a gorilla, along with a dozen red roses (I have never received flowers before). We were going to go out to eat at Longhorn with his best friend and his g/f but the wait was almost 2 hours long so we ended up at Steak n Shake. Didn't bother me much b/c I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107696422602001596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107696422602001596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107696422602001596' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107664042111035279</id><published>2004-02-12T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:49:32.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was checking out Kristin's post about valentines' day and I agree, the holiday is ridiculous. It's too sappy. My valentines' days suck every year. I just don't see the point. And all the red and pink everywhere. But anyway, I do have a valentine this year, we'll see if he can change my mind about the holiday. I'll let you know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107664042111035279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107664042111035279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107664042111035279' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107660410359297898</id><published>2004-02-12T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:51:26.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was nowhere near my computer yesterday so I didn't get to create a post, therefore I'll just do two for today. Yesterday I had to go to a 2hr long info session for Northwestern Mutual Financial. Talk about boring. It was about this summer's internship. Now I have an interview scheduled for the 26th. yeah!But anyway...I was reading Fatima's post about class Wednesday. I realize that many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107660410359297898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107660410359297898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660410359297898' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107645335729924197</id><published>2004-02-10T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T17:51:45.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight I get to play babysitter for my roommate's baby. Kinda scary... me caring for a baby... unsupervised. j/k For some strange reason this kid likes me.Anyway... new subject. I will actually have a date for valentines' day. Yeah, somebody likes me!I was looking at Fatima's website and I completely agree. Justin did take part in the whole incident. If they are going to bother Janet about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107645335729924197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107645335729924197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645335729924197' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107628904384759725</id><published>2004-02-08T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T20:13:10.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My group's site is all set up, if anyone wants to check it out here's the link:Big Tymers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107628904384759725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107628904384759725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107628904384759725' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107610764669503334</id><published>2004-02-06T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T17:49:49.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was reading Scott Towler's post for the day with a friend of mine and he referred to the dancer belt/thong thing as a banana hammock. Just wondering if he was correct in naming it. By the way, Kid Sister kinda wierded me out when I was little. I also owned a Teddy Ruxbin myself. Speaking about our childhood, does anybody remember Fraggle Rock? I keep trying to remember the theme song but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107610764669503334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107610764669503334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107610764669503334' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107610524620886767</id><published>2004-02-06T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T17:09:49.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend found a slightly modified pic of the halftime show. If anyone is curious enough then check out this link: Janet &amp; "family"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107610524620886767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107610524620886767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107610524620886767' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107603648369347571</id><published>2004-02-05T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:03:46.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suppose I must link to someone's page now. I was searching thru the blogs and I came across Scott Persing's analysis for the personal ads. She is definitely a horny ass woman. Depending on her amount of desperation, she may fit well with the 64 year old I found. Some people will take whatever they can get.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107603648369347571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107603648369347571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603648369347571' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107603626424637082</id><published>2004-02-05T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:00:05.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Regarding the porn issue, I don't know if anybody has seen the ratemycock site but I find it amusing. So many different shapes and sizes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107603626424637082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107603626424637082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603626424637082' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107603615516948722</id><published>2004-02-05T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T21:58:16.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Allison,You got me wondering about that nreve site but for some reason my computer keeps sending me an error message. I tried searching for it but still no luck. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107603615516948722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107603615516948722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603615516948722' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107603450291356041</id><published>2004-02-05T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T21:30:45.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mardea,I tried resending the invite to you. For some reason your invite disappeared when I went to check on it. Hopefully it worked this time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107603450291356041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107603450291356041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603450291356041' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107594614294956758</id><published>2004-02-04T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T14:19:16.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was looking at Christine Pappas' blog and I noticed her post about females and porn. Personally, I like watching porn too. I don't like just watching 2 females go at it, I'd rather at least one guy be included. But I do agree with Christine, porn can be interesting, more females should admit that they do like looking at it. Too many act disguisted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107594614294956758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107594614294956758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594614294956758' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107594471271384467</id><published>2004-02-04T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:35:13.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking for the personals I found this 64 year old man, herbert69. When I read his ad I laughed my ass off. He said you should get to know him because:"I'm 64, healthy, and very good in bed!"This reveals nothing about this man's personality. My interpretation of this statement is: I'm old, have no diseases, not about to kick the bucket any time soon, and I like to fuck (whatever "good" means </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107594471271384467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107594471271384467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594471271384467' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107593158185327437</id><published>2004-02-04T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T16:55:21.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend e-mailed me the Janet Jackson pic from the superbowl so if anyone would like to take a closer look check out this link:Janet Jackson</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107593158185327437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107593158185327437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593158185327437' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107585535078990054</id><published>2004-02-03T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T19:44:50.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr. Gilbert, I'm still trying to figure out why the post I made yesterday won't show up on my blog when I visit my website but if I look at my blog in the newsbrowser I can see it and read it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107585535078990054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107585535078990054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585535078990054' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107585520107163647</id><published>2004-02-03T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T19:42:20.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some people are fucked up. I just saw Scott Towler's post about the wierd ass chick he was talking to. Scott, she was fucked up in her head. If anybody's wondering what I'm talking about check out Scott's story resolution</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107585520107163647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107585520107163647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585520107163647' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107575949815057372</id><published>2004-02-02T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T17:08:25.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Responding to eddie money's post: Was That?  Technically it was a pastie (not sure if I spelled that right). It was used to cover up her nipple. They talked about it on the news this morning. The boob thing was all planned. ...Speaking about boobs, I made $200 in the hot body competition at Krome Saturday. Alcohol makes you do bad things. I ended up flashing an entire club of people. Great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107575949815057372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107575949815057372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107575949815057372' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107523765940943052</id><published>2004-01-27T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T16:09:49.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I work at a gas station in Pataskala off of Broad street.  The gas prices are outrageous.  Over the past two weeks the price has been bouncing back and forth from $1.58/gallon unleaded to $1.69/gallon.  Usually the price varies over a larger price range.  It's ridiculous.  Driving is becoming too expensive.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107523765940943052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107523765940943052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107523765940943052' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368035.post-107478959124069074</id><published>2004-01-22T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T11:44:15.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My name is Jessica and I am currently a junior at Denison University.  I am 20 years old and from the city of Pataskala, OH.  I am majoring in economics and hope to go into banking.  I live with my best friend, her husband and their two month old baby.  I love cats and have a himalayan by the name of Sushi.  I often refer to myself as caramel because of my skin complexion.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107478959124069074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368035/posts/default/107478959124069074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binger05.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107478959124069074' title=''/><author><name>binger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07993373246349891037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
