<?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-6212109</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:52:50.227-08:00</updated><category term='Endorsement'/><category term='Hell.'/><category term='Truth'/><category term='blowback'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='blow back'/><category term='Tom Davis'/><category term='Lust'/><category term='Righteousness'/><category term='Apologetics'/><category term='Atheist'/><category term='Nude'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='Hebrews'/><category term='Romans'/><category term='war'/><category term='Pornography'/><category term='2012'/><category term='Thessalonians'/><category term='war drums'/><category term='Military Complex'/><category term='Scriptures'/><category term='Naked'/><category term='Addiction'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Victory over sin'/><category term='South Carolina'/><category term='made right with God'/><category term='Holy Living'/><category term='lies'/><category term='Porno'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Porn'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='Looking'/><category term='christianity'/><category term='Ephesians'/><category term='Ron Paul'/><category term='unintended consequenses'/><category term='Peter'/><category term='God'/><category term='Demons'/><category term='what must i do to be saved'/><category term='foreign aid'/><category term='Salvation'/><category term='Isaiah'/><category term='proof'/><category term='propaganda'/><category term='Overcoming Evil'/><category term='is God real'/><category term='Atheism'/><category term='Devil'/><category term='Iran'/><category term='Armor of God'/><category term='Evolution'/><category term='Nudity'/><category term='Suffering'/><category term='eternal life'/><category term='Witness'/><category term='Paul'/><category term='corruption'/><category term='Satan'/><category term='how to be saved'/><title type='text'>Boulevard Of Broken Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>The truth IS out there!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</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>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-5552768126130099432</id><published>2012-01-16T17:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:38:46.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Endorsement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Davis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Paul'/><title type='text'>Paul scores sought after endorsment in South Carolina</title><summary type='text'>Paul scores sought-after endorsement in South Carolina
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CNN Political Reporter Shannon Travis
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Myrtle Beach, South Carolina (CNN) – Six days before South Carolina's presidential primary, Ron Paul scored one of the most sought-after political blessings in the state.

On Sunday, state </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/5552768126130099432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=5552768126130099432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/5552768126130099432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/5552768126130099432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2012/01/paul-scores-sought-after-endorsment-in.html' title='Paul scores sought after endorsment in South Carolina'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-8831714863680750717</id><published>2012-01-09T16:48:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:39:21.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propaganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war drums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unintended consequenses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military Complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corruption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foreign aid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blow back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Paul'/><title type='text'>Iran threating the US? Or is it the other way around?</title><summary type='text'>
thanks to http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread794957/pg1 for the image
Who got it from corruption exposed

Does it look like Iran is threatening us or we are threatening Iran? All stars are US bases. I count 46.

Lets put this into perspective. Lets Imagine Iran is doing to us what we did to them.  Then imagine that in 1953 (Iranian coup d'état)Iran overthrew our President and installed a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/8831714863680750717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=8831714863680750717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/8831714863680750717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/8831714863680750717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2012/01/iran-threating-us-or-is-the-other-way.html' title='Iran threating the US? Or is it the other way around?'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzuPLomJVXA/TwuLXDuiP1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_guNQJSSwJ4/s72-c/co4f09dd74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-4447111817716602476</id><published>2011-11-03T02:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:11:47.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victory over sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scriptures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Righteousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overcoming Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ephesians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebrews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thessalonians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Armor of God'/><title type='text'>Armor of God &amp; Sword of the Spirit</title><summary type='text'>Weapons against the evil one. Ephesians 6:12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.    Helmet of Salvation"And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God."--- Ephesians 6:17"For he put </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/4447111817716602476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=4447111817716602476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/4447111817716602476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/4447111817716602476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2011/11/armor-of-god-sword-of-spirit.html' title='Armor of God &amp; Sword of the Spirit'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-3354414867623936643</id><published>2011-11-03T00:23:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T02:01:26.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hell.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pornography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nudity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Why is Porn Bad?</title><summary type='text'>Why is Porn Bad?By ConanDate: 11/1/11Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. Ephesians 6:12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/3354414867623936643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=3354414867623936643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/3354414867623936643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/3354414867623936643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-is-porn-bad.html' title='Why is Porn Bad?'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-3287059317859718419</id><published>2011-09-12T04:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T05:01:38.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We must not Divide Israel!</title><summary type='text'>The Palestinians want to unilaterally declare a state for themselves. They of course want to have some of Israel for themselves. Well this land was gifted to the Jews by God in antiquity forever. However, it is predicted in the bible that this will happen and that the nations who divide his land are going to be judged!http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7254434.stm    "FOR BEHOLD, in those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/3287059317859718419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=3287059317859718419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/3287059317859718419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/3287059317859718419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-must-not-divide-israel.html' title='We must not Divide Israel!'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-4079859528080998854</id><published>2011-07-15T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T00:32:17.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Abortion!!!</title><summary type='text'>I am writing to you today to protest what I feel is a grave injustice perpetuated on the American people: Abortion. Simply put murder is not a choice. Women should not have the right to murder their children, weather outside the womb or inside. I see no difference. It may be the woman’s body, but we are talking about a living child that is inside of her! How can America allow such Nazi-like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/4079859528080998854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=4079859528080998854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/4079859528080998854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/4079859528080998854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2011/07/stop-abortion.html' title='Stop Abortion!!!'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-3296980588689698775</id><published>2011-07-14T03:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:36:20.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what must i do to be saved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to be saved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternal life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='made right with God'/><title type='text'>Working out My Salvation (How may I be saved?)</title><summary type='text'>Phl 2:12  Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed--not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence--continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling,Phl 2:13  for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose. Come as little children...Jesus said:Mat 18:1 At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/3296980588689698775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=3296980588689698775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/3296980588689698775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/3296980588689698775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2011/07/working-out-my-salvation-how-may-i-be.html' title='Working out My Salvation (How may I be saved?)'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-2710747021387991923</id><published>2008-11-29T19:11:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:22:39.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atheism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is God real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atheist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternal life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apologetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Armor of God'/><title type='text'>Christian Questions and Answers</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/2710747021387991923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=2710747021387991923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/2710747021387991923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/2710747021387991923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2008/11/christian-questions-and-answers.html' title='Christian Questions and Answers'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-963295660108817201</id><published>2008-03-06T00:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:45:19.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Incredible Book...</title><summary type='text'>The Bible is sixty-six individual books, written on two (or possibly three) continents, in three different languages, over a period of approximately 1500 years, by more that 40 authors (who came from many walks of life), it remains one unified book from beginning to end without contradiction. from    www.gotquestions.org</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/963295660108817201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=963295660108817201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/963295660108817201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/963295660108817201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2008/03/most-incredible-book.html' title='The Most Incredible Book...'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-116425756155206930</id><published>2006-11-22T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:59:47.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialism and Entertainment</title><summary type='text'>Wow. Everyone I know lately has nothing to do. Its sad. We used to have things to do, but we are like in a year slump or something. What should we do? Go to the movie theater! Yay... or lets rent a movie, or lets get drunk. That's getting boring. I think the reason everything seems boring is we feel the need to be uber entertained in our society. We all are entertained every minute of our lives. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/116425756155206930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=116425756155206930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/116425756155206930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/116425756155206930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2006/11/materialism-and-entertainment.html' title='Materialism and Entertainment'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-116295559821354422</id><published>2006-11-07T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:25:17.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God IS Real</title><summary type='text'>Nowadays all my friends ever do around here is go to walmart and watch movies. Well we cant even find any movies we want to rentanymore. We almost have watched them ALL that interest us! Then of course there is the drinking and premarital sex. I dont get into that anymore. Its like we are lost. Science says we are some random products of unintelligent goo created by an explosion over billions of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/116295559821354422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=116295559821354422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/116295559821354422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/116295559821354422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2006/11/god-is-real.html' title='God IS Real'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-114687555051332638</id><published>2006-05-05T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T17:32:30.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walmart Poopy Hand Conspiracy</title><summary type='text'>There is a giant conspiracy at walmart to save water, by encouraging you not to wash your hands. See the faucets only work for like half a second then you have to wait for ever just to get another half a second of water. It actually takes probably at least 5 minutes to get clean hands. So people are very pressed for time and the few who actually do wash their hands are less inclined so. So there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/114687555051332638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=114687555051332638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/114687555051332638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/114687555051332638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2006/05/walmart-poopy-hand-conspiracy.html' title='The Walmart Poopy Hand Conspiracy'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-114669541104780597</id><published>2006-05-03T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T15:30:11.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Club Quotes</title><summary type='text'>Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we HATE so we can buy SHIT we don't need."If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't."  ~Chapter 5...you're not how much money you've got in the bank.  You're not your job.  You're not your family, and you're not who you tell yourself.... You're not your name.... You're not your problems.... You're</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/114669541104780597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=114669541104780597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/114669541104780597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/114669541104780597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2006/05/fight-club-quotes.html' title='Fight Club Quotes'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-114555712323223346</id><published>2006-04-20T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T11:18:43.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Camaro?</title><summary type='text'>Historical examples exist of Chevrolet product managers being asked by the automotive press "what is a Camaro?", with the tongue-in-cheek answer being "a small, vicious animal that eats Mustangs. HAHAHA!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/114555712323223346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=114555712323223346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/114555712323223346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/114555712323223346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-camaro.html' title='What is a Camaro?'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-114169318784237331</id><published>2006-03-06T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:59:47.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right on Mike Rounds!</title><summary type='text'>Apparently decency and morals still live in the United States!S.D. Governor Signs Abortion Ban Into Law PIERRE, S.D. - Gov. Mike Rounds signed legislation Monday banning nearly all abortions in South Dakota, setting up a court fight aimed at challenging the 1973 U.S. Supreme Court decision that legalized abortion. The bill would make it a crime for doctors to perform an abortion unless the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/114169318784237331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=114169318784237331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/114169318784237331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/114169318784237331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2006/03/right-on-mike-rounds.html' title='Right on Mike Rounds!'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-112509461527163428</id><published>2005-08-26T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:16:55.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story of the Smoking Chimp</title><summary type='text'>XI'AN, China - The handlers of a smoking chimpanzee in a zoo in northwest China are trying to get her to kick the habit. The 26-year-old female chimpanzee has been smoking for 15 years. Her mate died recently, which caused her to smoke even more.Now, the chimp's keepers are worried about her health as a result of her intense smoking. So, they're trying to give her milk instead of cigarettes.She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/112509461527163428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=112509461527163428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/112509461527163428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/112509461527163428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/08/true-story-of-smoking-chimp.html' title='True Story of the Smoking Chimp'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-112365460349415678</id><published>2005-08-09T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:16:43.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want a Girl Who Drives a 70's Muscle Car</title><summary type='text'>Note:If I could be anywhere right now, I would be sitting on the hood of a parked 70's muscle car, with a cute girl drinking beer, oh - and the car would be parked looking out from a wooded cliff, which the local kids call Make-Out Point, and we would be able to see the whole city below, and nobody would bother us in the gathering dusk, while we are proving why, in fact, they call it - Make-Out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/112365460349415678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=112365460349415678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/112365460349415678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/112365460349415678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-want-girl-who-drives-70s-muscle-car.html' title='I Want a Girl Who Drives a 70&apos;s Muscle Car'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-112343866301442868</id><published>2005-08-07T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T11:17:43.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Quote from a Website</title><summary type='text'>"The purpose of this brief study is to offer a logical, practical, pragmatic proof of the existence of God from a purely scientific perspective. To do this, we are assuming that we exist, that there is reality, and that the matter of which we are made is real. If you do not believe that you exist, you have bigger problems than this study will entail and you will have to look elsewhere."from http:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/112343866301442868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=112343866301442868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/112343866301442868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/112343866301442868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/08/funny-quote-from-website.html' title='Funny Quote from a Website'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-112196569824656109</id><published>2005-07-21T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:28:51.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/112196569824656109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=112196569824656109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/112196569824656109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/112196569824656109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/07/dont-worry-im-just-pregnant.html' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111985579047414562</id><published>2005-06-26T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T00:03:10.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Trooper Double Take</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the most hilarious things I have ever seen! Crystal had a head ache, and she wanted something to take some pills with. She looks in the fridge, but cant find anything so she grabs... THE SYRUP BOTTLE! I am like: "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!!!" She giggles, and chugs some down puts the pills in her mouth and well I guess you cant really say that she washed them down more like she slitherd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111985579047414562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111985579047414562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111985579047414562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111985579047414562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/super-trooper-double-take.html' title='Super Trooper Double Take'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111950371794833985</id><published>2005-06-22T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:15:17.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gay of Ebay</title><summary type='text'>I searched for a million dollar car, and one of my results was this...Million Dollars on eBay Find million dollars items at low prices. With over 5 million items for sale every day, you'll find all kinds of unique things on eBay - the World's Online Marketplace.www.ebay.com How retarded!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111950371794833985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111950371794833985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111950371794833985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111950371794833985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/gay-of-ebay.html' title='The Gay of Ebay'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111949824520493118</id><published>2005-06-22T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:44:05.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miracle of the 3 Lions</title><summary type='text'>By Anthony MitchellAssociated Pressposted: 21 June, 20051:50pm ETADDIS ABABA, Ethiopia (AP) - Police say three lions rescued a 12-year-old girl kidnapped by men who wanted to force her into marriage, chasing off her abductors and guarding her until police and relatives tracked her down in a remote corner of Ethiopia. The men had held the girl for seven days, repeatedly beating her, before the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111949824520493118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111949824520493118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111949824520493118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111949824520493118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/miracle-of-3-lions.html' title='The Miracle of the 3 Lions'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111949787864638874</id><published>2005-06-22T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:37:58.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rant about Compromise</title><summary type='text'>Hello and welcome to my rant session. Todays preachiness will be directed at a topic that annoys me a little bit, but perhaps my annoyance is just misunderstanding, but I want to make my views on this subject clear. Some one said they dont want to change, or their partner to change for the, and they are both should be their self. Now thats fine. But someone times I believe you should change in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111949787864638874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111949787864638874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111949787864638874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111949787864638874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/rant-about-compromise.html' title='A rant about Compromise'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111871634197862881</id><published>2005-06-13T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:32:37.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111871634197862881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111871634197862881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111871634197862881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111871634197862881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-turn-to-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111855003790193030</id><published>2005-06-11T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:20:37.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And No 1 would put me 2gether Again</title><summary type='text'>I know I can be a little stubborn sometimesA little righteous and too proudI just want to find a way to compromiseCos I believe that we can work things outI thought I had all the answers never giving inBut baby since you’ve gone I admit that I was wrongAll I know is I’m lost without you I’m not gonna lieHow am I going to be strong without you I need you by my sideIf we ever say we’ll never be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111855003790193030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111855003790193030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111855003790193030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111855003790193030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-no-1-would-put-me-2gether-again.html' title='And No 1 would put me 2gether Again'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111814406112952436</id><published>2005-06-07T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T04:34:21.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is More Powerful then Sex</title><summary type='text'>Sex and romance may seem inextricably linked, but the human brain clearly distinguishes between the two, according to a new study. The upshot: Love is the more powerful emotion.The results of brain scans speak to longstanding questions of whether the pursuit of love and sex are different emotional endeavors or whether romance is just warmed over sexual arousal. "Our findings show that the brain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111814406112952436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111814406112952436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111814406112952436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111814406112952436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-is-more-powerful-then-sex.html' title='Love is More Powerful then Sex'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111694904617636453</id><published>2005-05-24T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:08:58.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bias of The Evolution Debate</title><summary type='text'>Evolution has really been in the public eye as of late. Particularly in schools.  In Georgia on textbooks that taught evolution they had a sticker that said:  "This textbook contains material on evolution. Evolution is a theory, not a fact, regarding the origin of living things. This material should be approached with an open mind, studied carefully, and critically considered."They had a judge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111694904617636453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111694904617636453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111694904617636453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111694904617636453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/bias-of-evolution-debate.html' title='The Bias of The Evolution Debate'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111629619886924471</id><published>2005-05-16T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:33:56.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111629619886924471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111629619886924471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111629619886924471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111629619886924471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/isnt-anyone-trying-to-find-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111613425630401994</id><published>2005-05-14T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:36:56.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Nichole</title><summary type='text'>This blog is dedicated to Nichole Bussard. July 5, 1988 - May 9, 2005.NICHOLE BUSSARD was my friend. Maybe I wasn't as close to her as some others, but we had alot of good times. I will never forget the summer we had with Tammy, Nikki, and me. I will never forget those nights driving around in watertown aimlessly, and just having fun. Nikki has taught me to love life, and to be a good friend. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111613425630401994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111613425630401994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111613425630401994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111613425630401994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/dedicated-to-nichole.html' title='Dedicated to Nichole'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111566130295110898</id><published>2005-05-09T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T10:55:03.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Doesn't Believe In Atheists</title><summary type='text'>I am not trying to offend anyone, but this quote really moved me. It is from a book called: "God Doesn't Believe In Atheists." It is one of the best books I have ever read, and makes perfect logical, and rational sense, that the bible is true. Anyway on to my quote:Dwight D. Eisenhower said,It takes no brain to be an atheist. Any stupid person can deny the existence of a supernatural power </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111566130295110898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111566130295110898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111566130295110898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111566130295110898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/god-doesnt-believe-in-atheists.html' title='God Doesn&apos;t Believe In Atheists'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111532641944260166</id><published>2005-05-05T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:53:39.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles Do Happen</title><summary type='text'>The Associated PressUpdated: 1:30 p.m. ET May 3, 2005ORCHARD PARK, N.Y. - Nearly 9½ years after a firefighter was left brain-damaged and mostly mute during a 1995 roof collapse, he did something that shocked his family and doctors: He asked for his wife.Staff members of the nursing home where Donald Herbert has lived for more than seven years raced to get Linda Herbert on the telephone.It was the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111532641944260166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111532641944260166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111532641944260166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111532641944260166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/miracles-do-happen.html' title='Miracles Do Happen'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111523529025741880</id><published>2005-05-04T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:34:50.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rusty Chevrolet</title><summary type='text'>Dashing through the snow in my rusty ChevroletDown the road I go, sliding all the way.I need new piston rings, I need some new snow tires;My car is held together by a piece of chicken wire.Chorus:Rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away.I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray.The frame is bent, the heater went, the radio it's Ok.Oh what fun it is to drive this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111523529025741880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111523529025741880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111523529025741880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111523529025741880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-rusty-chevrolet.html' title='My Rusty Chevrolet'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111514153031380291</id><published>2005-05-03T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T10:32:10.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy in Little Things</title><summary type='text'>From the website www.truth1.org"Some people have low thresholds for excitement. That is to say, nearly anything excites them or gets them high. They are easy to please or excite. Watch a child some time. Small children are very easy to entertain or please. Small things are very entertaining or amusing. They can be happy just getting pushed on a swing or some silly behavior you might engage in. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111514153031380291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111514153031380291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111514153031380291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111514153031380291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/joy-in-little-things.html' title='Joy in Little Things'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111509914230674941</id><published>2005-05-02T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:45:42.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Really Bounce!</title><summary type='text'>Well, guess what today was...? Monday,at work... means I gotta clean broiler when I close at Zkota. Usually one my least favorite activities period! But guess what? I was happy... no scrath that estatic! I am back to my old self again! The Tyler that Tammy used to know when she first met me, except this is the new and improved version. Why? Well, I dunno, I just kinda employed my own little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111509914230674941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111509914230674941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111509914230674941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111509914230674941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-can-really-bounce.html' title='I Can Really Bounce!'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111506404729564132</id><published>2005-05-02T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:44:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigger Bounces Again</title><summary type='text'>Lately I have been posting like CRAZY! Due to the fact that my whole life has changed. And I have alot on my mind. I have been going through a very difficult time. Well thats an understatement. Don't worry, I will not dwell on the bad for to long. I apologize I am so long winded, but I read Stephen King! HAHA!Recently, I was suffering so much, I didn't know how to make the pain go away, I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111506404729564132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111506404729564132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111506404729564132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111506404729564132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/tigger-bounces-again.html' title='Tigger Bounces Again'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111504789642464177</id><published>2005-05-02T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T08:31:36.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal Ponderings</title><summary type='text'>Well, today I tried honey clusters of oats cereal this morning. It was ok, but it tasted like cattle silage, and had these little things in it that reminded me of styrafome pieces. LOL. Weird. And speaking of cereal, I love grapenuts, it reminds me of munching of rocks. Its neat, maybe like I am related to that big giant on harry potter... darn its been to long, I cant remember his name... Its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111504789642464177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111504789642464177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111504789642464177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111504789642464177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/cereal-ponderings.html' title='Cereal Ponderings'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111500358951243785</id><published>2005-05-01T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:13:09.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Suck</title><summary type='text'>It makes me mad how my gender (male, lol) treats women. I have alot of friends, and  most of them only care about sex, and treat their women like objects. This is so sad. I guess I know some women who do that as well. Sex isn't supposed to be a major deciding factor, its simply a perk, of love. If I loved the right person enough, I could go through life without doing anything sexual with them. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111500358951243785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111500358951243785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111500358951243785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111500358951243785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/men-suck.html' title='Men Suck'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111498135218096755</id><published>2005-05-01T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T14:50:48.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys of Summer</title><summary type='text'>Nobody on the roadNobody on the beachI feel it in the airThe summer's out of reachEmpty lake, empty streetsThe sun goes down aloneI'm drivin' by your houseThough I know you're not at homeBut I can see you-Your brown skin shinin' in the sunYou got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, babyAnd I can tell you my love for you will still be strongAfter the boys of summer have goneI never will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111498135218096755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111498135218096755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111498135218096755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111498135218096755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/boys-of-summer.html' title='Boys of Summer'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111498092579915772</id><published>2005-05-01T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:39:09.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111498092579915772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111498092579915772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111498092579915772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111498092579915772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111497969613698452</id><published>2005-05-01T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T13:34:56.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty and Alone</title><summary type='text'>***This is another sad one, and no one has to read it if they dont wanna. Its more for me, but maybe you will. I know I have been depressed for the last two months, and everyone is probably getting sick of it, but so am I. But I cant just make these feelings go away. Its more for me right now, I guess. Just to get my thoughts down.Its probably mostly crying over what I have lost, and cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111497969613698452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111497969613698452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111497969613698452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111497969613698452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/empty-and-alone.html' title='Empty and Alone'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111497863932902542</id><published>2005-05-01T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:50:34.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111497863932902542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111497863932902542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111497863932902542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111497863932902542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-far-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111491914428235646</id><published>2005-04-30T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:50:00.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111491914428235646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111491914428235646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111491914428235646'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111466787277665778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111466787277665778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111466787277665778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-what-does-bible-say-on-masturbation.html' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111466189700891353</id><published>2005-04-27T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:18:17.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe- Lyrics</title><summary type='text'>I believe the sun should never set upon an argumentI believe we place our happiness in other people’s handsI believe that junk food tastes so good because it’s bad for youI believe your parents did the best job they knew how to doI believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteemI believe I’m loved when I’m completely by myself aloneI believe in karma what you give is what you get returnedI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111466189700891353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111466189700891353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111466189700891353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111466189700891353'/><link 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(also know as magic) Is there anything wrong with being involved in these practices? Yes, the Bible takes a clear position on this subject, strongly denouncing these practices. God created us and therefore owns us. He has a right to set the rules for our lives. Gods Word indicates that these practices are part of Satan's strategy of evil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111432042071625991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111432042071625991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111432042071625991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111432042071625991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/dangerous-intrigue-of-occult.html' title='The Dangerous Intrigue of the Occult'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111411705892298274</id><published>2005-04-21T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:57:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A squirrel found my Liscence</title><summary type='text'>So Mike Bates wanted to see a picture of Tammy. So I put it in my wallet, and noticed that I didnt have my drivers liscense. Thats not right. So I search a little, and come to the conclusion that it must be at Hy-Vee where I cashed my check yesterday. I parked by another camaro, and a  60's muscle car. HAHA I love parking by cool cars. So anyway, they do have it, and I am happy because I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111411705892298274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111411705892298274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111411705892298274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111411705892298274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/squirrel-found-my-liscence.html' title='A squirrel found my Liscence'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111410147478453454</id><published>2005-04-21T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T09:37:54.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb People</title><summary type='text'>So I got my car fixed today. Apparently the problem was loose exhaust. 31 bucks. I returned my tint, because if I do it, I want it done by a professional. Because its easy to mess up. That was 19 dollars I got back so it barely cost me anything. (repairing my car). So I walked home, and then back. It wasnt to far to go. Then I see this guy on a bike at the crosswalk. Hes like does that say watch?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111410147478453454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111410147478453454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111410147478453454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111410147478453454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/dumb-people.html' title='Dumb People'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111404594711576100</id><published>2005-04-20T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:46:12.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111404594711576100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111404594711576100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111404594711576100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111404594711576100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/walls-of-jericho.html' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111397357266054518</id><published>2005-04-19T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:19:52.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>I was bored so I went to Sam &amp; Ein's Dorm (twinkie a HOHO).We decided to go cruising, and I ended up driving sams car.A 95 pontiac grand am. Cough. That car has like 0 balls. I guess I am used to a Z28, but sheesh I couldnt even get his tires to squeel, and it didnt even feel like it accelerated even with it to the floor. But whatever. So we all decide to rock back, and forth, and then we got the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111397357266054518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111397357266054518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/cruisin-tuesday.html' title='Cruisin Tuesday'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</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-6212109.post-111395764771935184</id><published>2005-04-19T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:40:47.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pope Benedict XVI</title><summary type='text'>Pope Benedict XVI 78-year old Cardinal Ratzinger of Germany is elected as new pope.Thats good, but honestly... this guy is 78! He probably doesnt have that many years left in him... I mean age CAN create wisdom, but that doesnt mean it does... Electing a younger man wouldnt have been a bad idea. But whatever, I have no idea how these things work, so Ill leave this up to people who are more... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111395764771935184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111395764771935184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111395764771935184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111395764771935184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/pope-benedict-xvi.html' title='Pope Benedict XVI'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111377191562862859</id><published>2005-04-17T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T14:05:15.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just Another Day"</title><summary type='text'>Morning aloneWhen you come homeI breath a little fasterEvery time we're togetherIt'd never be the sameIf you're not hereHow can you stay away, away so long.Why can't we stay togetherGive me a reasonGive me a reason.[Chorus]I, I don't wanna say itI don't wanna find another wayMake it trough the day without youIt's just another dayMaking the timeFind the right linesWhat do I have to tell you I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111377191562862859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111377191562862859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111377191562862859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111377191562862859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-another-day.html' title='&quot;Just Another Day&quot;'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111358043827241332</id><published>2005-04-15T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:53:58.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss of Loved One Really Can Cause Broken Heart</title><summary type='text'>By Linda A. JohnsonAssociated Pressposted: 09 February 200505:56 pm ETConfirming the wisdom of the poets and philosophers, doctors say the sudden loss of a loved one really can cause a broken heart. In fact, they have dubbed the condition "broken heart syndrome. In a study published just in time for Valentine's Day, doctors reported how a tragic or shocking event can stun the heart and produce </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111358043827241332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111358043827241332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111358043827241332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111358043827241332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/loss-of-loved-one-really-can-cause.html' title='Loss of Loved One Really Can Cause Broken Heart'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111350612359033832</id><published>2005-04-14T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T12:15:23.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin USA</title><summary type='text'>Sam, Ein, and I were cruisin in my car yesterday, and having fun. Ttops off with the music up, and the stupidity up as well. We seen this person dressed as a chicken by the sidewalk. He was trying to get people to go eat at this one resteraunt. We drove by him or her like 8 times, and we yelled at him waved and honked our horn. We were like WE LOVE CHICKEN! BAAAAA COCK! AND other stupid randomt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111350612359033832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111350612359033832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111350612359033832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111350612359033832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/cruisin-usa.html' title='Cruisin USA'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111331578745348591</id><published>2005-04-12T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:23:07.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual Walking Robot for Sale</title><summary type='text'>"A small walking man-shaped robot for home security and entertainment is going on sale in Japan for $5,450." They are ONLY selling it in Japan. This just shows me how far behind Japan we are. The United States should get its act together, and start making robots as well! LOL. I am tired of working... I need my robot to do it. Lol, when I dont want to get up in the morning, I will tell my robot to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111331578745348591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111331578745348591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111331578745348591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111331578745348591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/actual-walking-robot-for-sale.html' title='Actual Walking Robot for Sale'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111328074129679670</id><published>2005-04-11T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:39:01.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><summary type='text'>Friends~by Tyler WestFriends are greatWe started as friendsYou became my best friendWhat could be betterThen a lover who is a friendFriends laugh, cry, comfort, and loveThey are there for one anotherAnd make life worth livingI love you for many reasonsBut one of the greatest onesIs because you are my friendFriends are greatI love being your friendBut there are things friends cant doThings we once</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111328074129679670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111328074129679670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111328074129679670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111328074129679670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111306396083784658</id><published>2005-04-09T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T09:26:00.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowning Around</title><summary type='text'>Mikes GF Tammy and I clown around sometimes. She likes to insult me, and I like to insult her... lol. Jockingly of course. But anyway she threw this multi colored rag at me when I wasnt looking. I bent down to pick it up, and started to laugh to myself, you could see it on my face tho. It was a silent giggle if you know what I mean. She sees me, ands like look hes laughing to himself! WHAT A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111306396083784658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111306396083784658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111306396083784658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111306396083784658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/clowning-around.html' title='Clowning Around'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111298628828425223</id><published>2005-04-08T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T11:51:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Was Interesting</title><summary type='text'>So Chris from Zkota calls me, and wants me to go hang out at the Amaco. I arrive and there is like 15 people there. This was at like 8:30 or something. They were racing a lawnmover and a little scooter things. (basically a skate board with a motor and a handle you rode it standing up.) We were very racious. Then they had a truck with a couch in it. They fit like 10 people in it, and chris and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111298628828425223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111298628828425223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111298628828425223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111298628828425223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesterday-was-interesting.html' title='Yesterday Was Interesting'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111281585944975154</id><published>2005-04-06T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T12:51:39.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to Remember You,</title><summary type='text'>ARGH! I was walking down the sidewalk infront of Mathews hall today, and I sort of seen this girl.I say sort of because the sun was my eyes. Anyway my memory is like BAM! I get a de ja vue... a memory of a memory. This girl jogs a memory of another girl I THINK I once knew. She looked a lot like Tammy. Same hair, same height, this one that was walking had the same pants that I remember this girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111281585944975154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111281585944975154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111281585944975154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111281585944975154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-want-to-remember-you.html' title='I want to Remember You,'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111271667005139269</id><published>2005-04-05T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T08:57:50.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game of Life</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes its easier to explain life with an analogy instead of plain words… why I don’t know. However, here is my analogy:Remember that game we played as little kids… the one with all the shapes, and the table with different holes for the shapes. There was only one shape that fit in one hole. Although sometimes you could cram the circle into the square hole or something, but you always could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111271667005139269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111271667005139269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111271667005139269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111271667005139269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/game-of-life.html' title='The Game of Life'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111258144595512747</id><published>2005-04-03T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T19:24:05.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Ducks</title><summary type='text'>A lactating woman in Myanmar has volunteered to breastfeed a pair of endangered Bengal tiger cubs recently born at a Yangon zoo and separated from their aggressive mother.  The two-week-old cubs, a male and a female, were taken from their mother Noah Noah after she killed the third cub in her litter, prompting veterinarians to engage in alternative childcare, the semi-official Myanmar Times </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111258144595512747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111258144595512747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111258144595512747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111258144595512747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/tiger-ducks.html' title='Tiger Ducks'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111254963369894832</id><published>2005-04-03T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T10:36:00.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camaro Update</title><summary type='text'>As many of you know my Camaro was sitting in another city, since last monday! Due to a massive coolant leak, MY worst fears were confirmed when it was the waterpump that had a hole in it instead of a hose. A 150 dollar waterpump! My buddies uncle so nicely paid for it until I get paid and we worked on my car until 1 in the morning! It was kinda neat though. The leak is gone, but the coolant sign </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111254963369894832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111254963369894832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111254963369894832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111254963369894832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/04/camaro-update.html' title='Camaro Update'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111231171526692399</id><published>2005-03-31T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T15:28:35.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanderings</title><summary type='text'>I feel funny. Life is weird. I want something differnt. Something weird and strange, a mystery that will bring me to something exciting. I hope something is going to change for the better, because lately it has mostly been crap. Except for this monday.  But thats only one day in a series of mediocre ones. I hope there something new over this next hill...... because frankly... Im Bored.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111231171526692399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111231171526692399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111231171526692399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111231171526692399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/wanderings.html' title='Wanderings'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111221971635920881</id><published>2005-03-30T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T13:55:16.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay People</title><summary type='text'>So these queers calling themsleves the CRC give me this post card. IT says call for good news. So after a few attempts and them being busy, I finally get soem dousche bag who wants to sell me some magazines. I get 2 free ones and like 6 ones I have to pay 4 dollars each for. He is talking fast like that Carney who tried to rip me off at the fair. (who succeeded because he talked fast they say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111221971635920881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111221971635920881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111221971635920881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111221971635920881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/gay-people.html' title='Gay People'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111215652032334303</id><published>2005-03-29T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:22:00.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Someday?</title><summary type='text'>I look back at my old notes and cards and everything from you and they are just pieces of paper, they don't mean anything to anyone right? Well those little pieces of paper mean the world to me, they mean I once had you and you once loved me, and they give me some hope, that if you loved me before, if you cared about me that much before, then you can do it again. ~ Maegan Michelle</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111215652032334303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111215652032334303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111215652032334303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111215652032334303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/maybe-someday.html' title='Maybe Someday?'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111213281999398553</id><published>2005-03-29T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:57:38.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111213281999398553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111213281999398553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111213281999398553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111213281999398553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-quotes.html' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111213228740339097</id><published>2005-03-29T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T13:38:07.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Elses Star</title><summary type='text'>Alone again tonightWithout someone to loveThe stars are shining  So one more wish goes upOh I wish I mayAnd I wish with all my mightFor the love I’m dreaming ofAnd missing in my lifeYou’d think that I could findA true love of my ownIt happens all the timeTo people that I knowTheir wishes all come trueSo I’ve got to believeThere’s still someone out there whoIs meant for only meI guess I must be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111213228740339097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111213228740339097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111213228740339097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111213228740339097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/someone-elses-star.html' title='Someone Elses Star'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111207418202640782</id><published>2005-03-28T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:29:42.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Notes</title><summary type='text'>You’re so precious to me, I don’t even think you realize how much. It’s like that blanket or teddy bear everyone has when they’re little – never able to be parted with, always the most important thing, and love more than anything else in the world. That’s what you are to me, and you always will be … forever.The only thing I’m guilty of is giving you too much love. ~ Dream</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111207418202640782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111207418202640782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111207418202640782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111207418202640782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/last-notes.html' title='Last Notes'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111177798704620995</id><published>2005-03-25T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T11:13:07.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My car paid me for vacuuming it!</title><summary type='text'>I was vacuuming my car this afternoon, and I keep finding change. Mostly Quarters... I am like AWESOME! I found 1.95$ in change. Thats pretty cool. I guess my car was really pleased she got vacuumed. I also found this dime that was in my little thing that adjucts the seat incline. It apparently had been there a long time and was totally mangled it was awesome. Anyway I think I am going to name my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111177798704620995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111177798704620995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111177798704620995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111177798704620995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-car-paid-me-for-vacuuming-it.html' title='My car paid me for vacuuming it!'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111171421575735273</id><published>2005-03-24T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T17:30:15.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slang Terms for Intoxication</title><summary type='text'>Baked Blitzed Bombed Cooked Faded Fried Frying Fucked Up Gonzoed Hammered High Loaded Nodding Plastered Stoned Smashed Snockered Spraked Trashed Tripping Tweaking Wasted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111171421575735273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111171421575735273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111171421575735273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111171421575735273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/slang-terms-for-intoxication.html' title='Slang Terms for Intoxication'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111170919282328701</id><published>2005-03-24T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T16:11:37.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sheep in Wolves Clothing</title><summary type='text'>I was reading my psych book (no I am not on drug) (but at first I typed I was reading my psych class so maybe I am just crazy)... lol So anyway in my psych book I am reading about conditioning. Which is associating something with something else that is unrelated due to pain or pleasure. Such as Pavlovs dog. They rang a bell every time he was fed, and pretty soon he started salivating to the bell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111170919282328701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111170919282328701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111170919282328701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111170919282328701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/sheep-in-wolves-clothing.html' title='A Sheep in Wolves Clothing'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111167993916343173</id><published>2005-03-24T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T16:39:56.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned in Psych Class</title><summary type='text'>We are all just congealed stardust, an accidental byproduct of cosmic chemistry. We have no free will, and we simply respond to stimuls similiar to that of a computer. We have no choice in our actions they are dictated by our environment, geans, and learning. We are simply puppets of the world. There is no God, and we are simply intelligent animals.Well I can sum up my thoughts about this in two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111167993916343173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111167993916343173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111167993916343173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111167993916343173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-i-learned-in-psych-class.html' title='What I learned in Psych Class'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111167894003111653</id><published>2005-03-24T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T07:42:20.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony at its GREATEST</title><summary type='text'>Well how is this for irony. Last night at around 11 pm, my buddy from work and me were going to race. We both have LOUD! exhaust, and were revving the crap out of our cars. I bet we could be heard from many blocks away. Then we are going about 50 down the biggest street in town. We hit a light and we both floor it. There were like 3 cars around us, and we were loud as jet planes. My tires with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111167894003111653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111167894003111653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111167894003111653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111167894003111653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/irony-at-its-greatest.html' title='Irony at its GREATEST'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111152811167948069</id><published>2005-03-22T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:55:32.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientists Detect Two Decision-making Pathways In Human Brain</title><summary type='text'>In a classic Aesop fable, the Ant diligently stores food for the upcoming winter, while the Grasshopper lounges in the summer sun oblivious to the impeding change of season. Like the characters in this tale, people are often torn between impulsively choosing immediate rewards or more deliberatively planning for the future. And now new research supported in part by the National Institute on Aging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111152811167948069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111152811167948069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111152811167948069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111152811167948069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/scientists-detect-two-decision-making.html' title='Scientists Detect Two Decision-making Pathways In Human Brain'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111151399382448755</id><published>2005-03-22T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T09:53:13.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Quote</title><summary type='text'>"I have learned the basics of dating, and now have moved on to higher level confusion." - Tyler West</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111151399382448755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111151399382448755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111151399382448755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111151399382448755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-quote.html' title='Love Quote'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111143354904410797</id><published>2005-03-21T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T02:02:37.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>=</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111143354904410797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111143354904410797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111143354904410797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111143354904410797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/speed-exhilerating-yet-dangerous.html' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111137076550379277</id><published>2005-03-20T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:06:05.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting What You Cant Have</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this time a long time ago... posted it on my site... unfortunatly it has relevance in my life again. I wish I could be happy somehow again... but its such a fleeting emotion nowadays.I sit here forever alone comtemplating my cruel fatedestined to live a solitary lifeforever seeking that which I can't haveMy desire is so close torturing me the mostnear enough to touchyet I can't have what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111137076550379277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111137076550379277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111137076550379277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111137076550379277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/wanting-what-you-cant-have.html' title='Wanting What You Cant Have'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111129279510307099</id><published>2005-03-19T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T11:20:38.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mediocre Life</title><summary type='text'>We started to have problems around valentines day, about two weeks later, we broke up. Then at my birthday party I find out she is dating her old boyfriend. This whole thing totally caught me off guard, and I dont really know why it happenend. She told me things like its not your fault... your perfect, and its not you. I have basically been miserable for about a month now. We still see each other</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111129279510307099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111129279510307099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111129279510307099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111129279510307099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/mediocre-life.html' title='The Mediocre Life'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111129082048260772</id><published>2005-03-19T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T20:04:46.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Camaros</title><summary type='text'>Well most people know that the Z28 Camaro with the LT1 engine (1993-1997 like mine) makes alot more hp then the factory quotes it at: 275. Due to either insurance reasons, or so it doesnt steal thunder from the corvette... or both. But how much is it really underrated? I found a site that gives an equation to approximate your 0-60 times. It is as follows:[WEIGHT OF CAR IN KILOGRAMS/(HP*.09)]. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111129082048260772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111129082048260772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111129082048260772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111129082048260772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/sneaky-camaros.html' title='Sneaky Camaros'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111117584935151941</id><published>2005-03-18T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:57:29.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How a Little Blind Sheep Got Some Glasses</title><summary type='text'>Well I have some advice for all people in a relationship. DISCUSS WHAT YOU ARE FEELING! Even if it hurts. If you don't talk about something and ignore it, the problem just grows. And even after you have talked about it dont think it will just go away because you need to work for it. And if you are in a relationship remember that its just not you, and if you are going to make a important decision </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111117584935151941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111117584935151941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111117584935151941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111117584935151941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-little-blind-sheep-got-some.html' title='How a Little Blind Sheep Got Some Glasses'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111086938328673322</id><published>2005-03-14T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:49:43.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurts</title><summary type='text'>I am aware that I am posting alot of song lyrics lately. They are the best mediums to expess my feelings though. I hope you read them. This is a song by Bon Jovi Called Love hurts:Sometimes love can feelLike the closest thing to heavenSometimes love can feelLike you've been run over by a carYes it can it's the strangest thing I knowMake you feel warm when you feel coldAnd if you down on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111086938328673322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111086938328673322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111086938328673322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111086938328673322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-hurts.html' title='Love Hurts'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111084051713601093</id><published>2005-03-14T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:48:37.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh Again</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking about going to check the weather on my computer, and see my watch is on upside down I am like gee THAT ISNT GOING TO TELL THE WEATHER IF ITS ON UPSIDE DOWN! Then I am like Duh! I mean time! Man Darci has rubbed off on me, in one day of being with her! HAHA.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111084051713601093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111084051713601093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111084051713601093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111084051713601093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/duh-again.html' title='Duh Again'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111083015743037116</id><published>2005-03-14T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T11:55:57.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Retard!</title><summary type='text'>Lol I a ditzoid! (new word!) Gee going from intellectual(last post) to retarded skippy says they are opposites, but they both live in me quiet comfortably, sometimes even at the same time! (its just that lately I have been sad, so I havent been thinking about much but my situation, so havent been intellectual or stupid) Anyway, I went to lunch with Marcus and Mike at KFC, my camaro was sitting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111083015743037116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111083015743037116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111083015743037116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111083015743037116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-retard.html' title='What a Retard!'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111082864859042191</id><published>2005-03-14T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T11:37:50.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding Humanity</title><summary type='text'>*NOTICE* This isnt preaching towards anyone specifically, its just my view on life.I think I have come to understand humanity somewhat. I think underneath we are all the same. Really everyone just wants the same things I think. To survive, and get their needs met, and be satisfied. I take for instance Jon, I want to hate him, but I really don't because I think if I would have been put in his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111082864859042191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111082864859042191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111082864859042191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111082864859042191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/understanding-humanity_14.html' title='Understanding Humanity'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111067295452730129</id><published>2005-03-12T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T16:15:54.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can I not Love You</title><summary type='text'>Cannot touch, Cannot hold, Cannot be togetherCannot love, Cannot kiss, Cannot love eachotherMust be strong and we must let goCannot say what our hearts must knowChorus:How can I not love youWhat do I tell my heartWhen do I not want you here in my armsHow does one walks awayFrom all of the memoriesHow do I not miss you when you are goneCannot trip, Cannot share sweet and tender momentsCannot feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111067295452730129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111067295452730129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111067295452730129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111067295452730129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-can-i-not-love-you.html' title='How Can I not Love You'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111034688558889392</id><published>2005-03-08T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:41:25.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inanimate Objects</title><summary type='text'>At work today the buzzer for the grilled onions went off, when I was really busy, and I couldnt get to it for a while, and it was becoming annoying, so when I finally turned it off I tell it to be quiet. Norm (my boss) hearing this says "Talking to the buzzer huh?" I reply: "Ya I must be going crazy I guess." Then he says: "Naw people talk to inanimate objects all the time like buzzers, timers, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111034688558889392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111034688558889392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111034688558889392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111034688558889392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/inanimate-objects.html' title='Inanimate Objects'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111022687342496065</id><published>2005-03-07T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:26:55.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever words I say I will always Love you</title><summary type='text'>I realize now, by stumbling upon a poem (I believe by divine providence), that I was going about this situation all wrong. Of course I was hurt, and dont blame myself for that. But I guess I needed to stop feeling like a victim. I was hurting, but I guess I need to stop making her feel sorry for me, I need to help my baby deal with this, even if it doesnt turn out that I am the one. I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111022687342496065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111022687342496065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111022687342496065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111022687342496065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/whatever-words-i-say-i-will-always.html' title='Whatever words I say I will always Love you'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111022549950448233</id><published>2005-03-07T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T11:58:19.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drag Racing isnt only for that track!</title><summary type='text'>Well my friends friend who is now my friend, has a Turbo Charged Mazda MX-6, and he wanted to race my 94 Z28 camaro, becuz he hadnt ever raced anyone before so. So We decide to go out on town onto the two lane. Turns out we hit two stoplights and raced then. I won both times. We then turn, onto the two lane, well technically it was two lanes in town, so we got out of town. We both punched it at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111022549950448233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111022549950448233' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111022549950448233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111022549950448233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/drag-racing-isnt-only-for-that-track.html' title='Drag Racing isnt only for that track!'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-111022482175389572</id><published>2005-03-07T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T11:47:01.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fun</title><summary type='text'>So Tammy has this jeep cherokee, and I was following her home from school, and she hasnt really seen my new Z28 Camaro drive yet, so I decide to have a little fun. My car rides like a sports car (duh it is!), and the ride is bumpy.  So I take it easy and let her be infront of me. Just waiting till we turn on the new smooth road. Then She turns, and I decide to show her what I can do. I commence </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/111022482175389572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=111022482175389572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111022482175389572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/111022482175389572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/fun-fun.html' title='Fun Fun'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-110979555513620361</id><published>2005-03-02T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:32:35.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floundering</title><summary type='text'>Today I had to takes a PEPS inventory for my one class. Basically I had to answer questions about my study habits. It was 100 questions but basically it was the same 10 questions almost exactly the same reapeated over and over, with barely different phrasing. I think thats what a lot of things in life are, but we don't relize it. We just make the same mistakes over and over with slightly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/110979555513620361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=110979555513620361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110979555513620361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110979555513620361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/03/floundering.html' title='Floundering'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-110961966151447981</id><published>2005-02-28T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T02:05:22.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/110961966151447981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=110961966151447981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110961966151447981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110961966151447981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-so-selfish.html' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-110961373694199903</id><published>2005-02-28T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T02:05:41.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/110961373694199903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=110961373694199903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110961373694199903'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=110961205681690831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110961205681690831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110961205681690831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-110957262332176127</id><published>2005-02-27T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:37:03.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It coulda been me</title><summary type='text'>I hear you just got marriedHad a month long honeymoonAnd you were all smiles at the weddingAnd you cried when you kissed the groomI got no invitationI guess the mailman didn't bring it to meBut I see the whole thing in slow motionEvery night as I try to sleepMy buddy John said you looked real prettyAnd you acted like you were in loveHe said the preacher asked for objectionsAnd he thought about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/110957262332176127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=110957262332176127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110957262332176127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110957262332176127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-coulda-been-me.html' title='It coulda been me'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-110931729955341902</id><published>2005-02-24T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:41:39.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You might have to much Horsepower IF...</title><summary type='text'>1. The emissions test guy starts laughing as soon as you pull onto the rollers.2. You can't drive your car in the rain.3. Your 'significant other' is afraid to drive your car.4. You are afraid to drive your car.5. You spend more on tires than on food.6. You spend more on car insurance than on house payments.7. You look in a state police car and see a picture of your car taped to the dash.8. You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/110931729955341902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=110931729955341902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110931729955341902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110931729955341902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-might-have-to-much-horsepower-if.html' title='You might have to much Horsepower IF...'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-110931676578064835</id><published>2005-02-24T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:32:45.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Gates's changes to the Auto Industry</title><summary type='text'>At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated, "If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving $25.00 cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon".In response to Bill Gate's comments, General Motors issued a press release stating: If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/110931676578064835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=110931676578064835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110931676578064835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110931676578064835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/02/bill-gatess-changes-to-auto-industry.html' title='Bill Gates&apos;s changes to the Auto Industry'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-110931209536753017</id><published>2005-02-24T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:14:55.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are the Aliens?</title><summary type='text'>If there are 100 billion stars in our galaxy alone, then there are probably twice or three times as many planets. That is a staggering number and it makes you think, with that many planets possibly out there, it makes sense that there must be other civilizations, the numbers are just too greatSo you think, with all those “Billions and Billions” of planets, there has to be life right? More than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/110931209536753017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=110931209536753017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110931209536753017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110931209536753017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/02/where-are-aliens_24.html' title='Where are the Aliens?'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-110875584277613929</id><published>2005-02-18T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T11:44:02.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Z28 VS a Neon SRT4</title><summary type='text'>Dodge Neon SRT4 Stats: 2.4-liter turbocharged 16-valve double overhead camshaft (DOHC) engine  230 horsepower  250 lb-ft of torque  Zero to 60 in around 5.8 seconds from http://www.dodge.com/srt-4/So anyway I am driving around with my friend from Zkota, (we just got done looking at a 74 Firebird Formula that he might buy and restore) and on the way back there is this red Neon SRT4, and he is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/110875584277613929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=110875584277613929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110875584277613929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110875584277613929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-z28-vs-neon-srt4.html' title='My Z28 VS a Neon SRT4'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-110875480247196845</id><published>2005-02-18T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T11:26:42.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mighty Muscle Car</title><summary type='text'>About a week ago I got rid of my slow-@$$ cavalier for a less practical, but more fun, 1994 Camaro Z28. It is my dream car. Red with T-tops. People notice you when you go buy with this baby, and all of your friends want a ride. Its crazy. Especially when you nail the gas to the floor, its fun to see their reactions, they grin and say holy shit that was awesome! Lets do it again! I havent tested </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/110875480247196845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=110875480247196845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110875480247196845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110875480247196845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/02/mighty-muscle-car.html' title='The Mighty Muscle Car'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-110874333688173902</id><published>2005-02-18T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:25:03.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasa Officials- CURRENT Life on Mars</title><summary type='text'>http://www.space.com/scienceastronomy/mars_life_050216.htmlFascinating! Straight from the horses mouth! Aliens are probably real, and spread throughout our solar system. At least in bacterial form, but if life can develop on two planets in one solar system, then the likely hood of actualy intelligent extraterestrials is very probably. Scarry huh?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/110874333688173902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=110874333688173902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110874333688173902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110874333688173902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/02/nasa-officials-current-life-on-mars.html' title='Nasa Officials- CURRENT Life on Mars'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212109.post-110866379591994210</id><published>2005-02-17T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T10:09:55.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immortality?...</title><summary type='text'>Ray Kurzweil Aims to Live ForeverBy Jay LindsayAssociated Pressposted: 14 February 200509:25 am ET  WELLESLEY, Mass. (AP) -- Ray Kurzweil doesn't tailgate. A man who plans to live forever doesn't take chances with his health on the highway, or anywhere else. As part of his daily routine, Kurzweil ingests 250 supplements, eight to 10 glasses of alkaline water and 10 cups of green tea. He also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/feeds/110866379591994210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6212109&amp;postID=110866379591994210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110866379591994210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212109/posts/default/110866379591994210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com/2005/02/immortality.html' title='Immortality?...'/><author><name>Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03377399512054449310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
