<?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-8671324</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:38:26.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smokers Lounge</title><subtitle type='html'>Shut up Jay, just shut the fuck up!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-116668630523847672</id><published>2006-12-20T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:37:17.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals.....</title><content type='html'>Well as some of you do, and do not know. For the last 3 years of my life I have been writeing a book on crazy people, and crazy stuff that happens in the hotels I have worked in. An update on thst, its only about 35% finnished. My goal is to have it ready to submit to a publisher by feb. 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my flight classes? , (get this shit) I will have a private pilot certificate for "airplane, single-engine, land", or ASEL pilots lisence. Mom gave me the all clear. So I have been doing this for the last few months before work. The woman has even started refering to me as her "Fly-Boy" boyfriend. Just call me Mavrick. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-116668630523847672?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/116668630523847672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=116668630523847672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/116668630523847672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/116668630523847672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/goals.html' title='Goals.....'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-116660971608225479</id><published>2006-12-20T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:15:16.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday...</title><content type='html'>Welp another year is added... the big 29. One year to 30. My girl was the only one to get it right this year. (Yet again... the family never lisitens!!!!!) She got me a WW2 style fighter pilot jacket and a butt load of games for my Wii, PS3, and 360. (good job babe) Its good to finaly be with a gamer! Well everything is set for our trip to the Caribian. Mom and Rich are takeing my sister and her husband, and Jamie and I on a cruse. Yes 2 weeks in the fun and sun. Life is good guys. I made $1,200 cash in cards, I think I will take Jamie shoping. Gotta go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-116660971608225479?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/116660971608225479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=116660971608225479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/116660971608225479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/116660971608225479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/birthday.html' title='Birthday...'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-116652183944285723</id><published>2006-12-19T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:27:38.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah!</title><content type='html'>Wow... havent been on in awhile! (dusts off the blogger). Ok so updates. Jamie and I are still together. 24 hours left, and I turn 29. Holy crap I'm old! In 3 months I make the move to the house. (thanks again mom!) Jamie is just as excited as I am. Speeking of mom. She got engagued to Rich finaly. I'm happy for her. I like Rich alot too. He is no replacement for my Dad, and never will be. But he is still a good guy. The wedding will be in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this house thing. I finaly paid off my car... I wont be paying rent (mom bought me the house and is paying for utilties) so I basicly will just have money to mess around with because I have NO BILLS!!!! Since she is the woman I love. We sat down and had a talk over dinner. Basicly she has agreed to stop working and will basicly be liveing at the house with me. (come on its a 5 bed room house... what the hell am I gona do with all the space?) In return she has agreed to be my slave, cook, clean, and cater to my every whim! (damn life is good!) Wow my girl the house wife. I may let Josh stay in the house temperarly, it has a finished basement with bar, and one of the bed rooms is down there. (Comeing soon a pool table) My girl has her work cut out for her though. I'm giveing her the credit cards to decorate. She also know there are rules to follow with that. Things like... I DO NOT WANT TO COME HOME TO ANY PINK STUFFED POODLES!!!!! Speeking of comeing home to stuff. We even picked out a cat. It's a Japaneese Bobtail that I have named "Zero". Now before you P.E.T.A. people jump on me for calling my cat a "zero". I don't mean Zero as in the number. I mean Zero as in "zeke" or Mitsubishi A6M-Zero. I figured he is a japaneese cat, and is black and white like most of the Imperial Japaneese Navy planes (he has the same color scheme, his head is black and body is white, with a black tail). So his name is Zero. He is just missing the large red "meat ball" on his side. LOL. Maybe I should get him a cat bed that has the riseing sun on it and some Buhidist shrine gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats preaty much it. I may have to update again sometime. I have to go... Jamie is giveing me the "come to bed" look. Take care, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-116652183944285723?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/116652183944285723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=116652183944285723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/116652183944285723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/116652183944285723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/woah.html' title='Woah!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-114949132545575079</id><published>2006-06-04T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:08:45.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie your turn</title><content type='html'>For the love of my life. She made up a song about me... so one turn deserves another. Babe, this is for you.  Enjoy (some of this is inside jokes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to the tune of Jenny Says by Cowboy Mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie says that she loves me she swairs&lt;br /&gt;Even better she says that she cares&lt;br /&gt;Playing X-box she the one&lt;br /&gt;I tried to beat her, but she just won&lt;br /&gt;1313 Wacker drive &lt;br /&gt;Jay drunk and cant servive&lt;br /&gt;Hotel roofs, and squiral ran by&lt;br /&gt;we had to laugh till we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie says turn off the radio&lt;br /&gt;Jamie says turn off the light&lt;br /&gt;Jamie says turn off the video&lt;br /&gt;A playstation is no sub for a girl&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, let it go, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, let it go, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Jay put the controller down, and just&lt;br /&gt;Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. That night I drank so much I swore I saw God!!! Scairy shes turning into quite the little gamer herself. She still cant beat me at Ace Combat. Yes we know Grandma's Boy was written about me, HUSH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-114949132545575079?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/114949132545575079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=114949132545575079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114949132545575079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114949132545575079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/06/jamie-your-turn.html' title='Jamie your turn'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-114897318873051362</id><published>2006-05-30T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:13:08.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA HA!</title><content type='html'>Its amazeing how I just fall into shit. It the old saying I have servived this long just because of dumb fucking luck! Yes, the man you love to hate is moveing. Mom has found me a House is Des Peres that I will be moveing into starting next year. Yes, mom bought me a house. LOL thanks mom. Jamie has already made plans to decorate it. I think I'll just hand over the credit cards and leave her be with that. Joe I will need you and your van to help. I'm so excited I think I'm going to spray my pants. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-114897318873051362?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/114897318873051362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=114897318873051362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114897318873051362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114897318873051362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/05/ha-ha.html' title='HA HA!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-114861013460218611</id><published>2006-05-25T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:05:39.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For melonie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="video_play_500" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.bolt.com/video/flv_player_branded.swf?contentId=" width="365" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="white" quality="high" loop="false" contenttype="2"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here is your proof. Pirates are not as cool as Ninjas! Ask a ninja is way cooler. I have yet to see ask a pirate! BTW I did submit the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation for some of you... Jamie, Melonie, and I were sitting in the back office eating sushi. (Look Melonie's Korean... her idea ok?) We some how got on the subject of pirates of the net. You know people who steal stuff. (pleading the 5th) I said Pirates are not as cool as ninjas. She begged to differ seeing how Chuck Noris wastes compounds of them whole sale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a bandit filled day guys....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-114861013460218611?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/114861013460218611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=114861013460218611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114861013460218611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114861013460218611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-melonie.html' title='For melonie...'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-114843232939937310</id><published>2006-05-23T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:58:49.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Ok, were back... miss me I bet you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SQUIRL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ride home Jamie fell asleep. So the two devils poped out on my sholders. I had an idea. So I screamed Squirl and slamed on the breaks. The look on her face was priceless! I did make it up to her though. I made dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-114843232939937310?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/114843232939937310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=114843232939937310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114843232939937310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114843232939937310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/05/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-114831358797040308</id><published>2006-05-22T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T09:18:04.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be home wed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/DSC00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/DSC00019.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still got a few more days left up here. Mom and Rich have already headed back to St. Louis. So Jamie and I will be exploreing the city. Our hotel is 1 block from the Sears tower. I think we may check out the sky deck today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/jamie.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt she cute!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="400" src="http://content.bolt.com/uploads/photo/6/8/5/2/2/4/685224/medium/1148303762177.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-114831358797040308?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/114831358797040308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=114831358797040308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114831358797040308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114831358797040308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/05/be-home-wed.html' title='be home wed.'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-114810372067349656</id><published>2006-05-19T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:42:00.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1 away</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh amore. I wonder how a girl can be so perfect. Well, we arived in our hotel. You two H.I. employees can do mighty fine by one another. My mom found out about our little excurson and came along with Rich. First thing was first. We got a limo and headed downtown. Dinner was great. The hotel romm looks just like the ones at my hotel when you turn the lights off. I got some business to attend to. Joe... get the car ready!!!! (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a bandit filled day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-114810372067349656?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/114810372067349656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=114810372067349656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114810372067349656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114810372067349656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-1-away.html' title='day 1 away'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-114801405743397623</id><published>2006-05-18T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:25:23.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the intrest of fairness</title><content type='html'>So in the intrest of all fairness. I showed Jame the post and the comments from the other day. (ya'll are funny!)We laughed our butts off for a few hours. She actualy would like anyone who really wishes to warn her about what a horrable person I am to e-mail her. So have at it kids. Ok we gotta go play some playstation. (God love her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaysgirl469@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she great... Did you know:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jamie once saved an entire village in Holland from being set ablaze by the nine-legged dragon there? Yep. She's a hero alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jamie single-handedly kept the buffalo from going extinct? That took a lot of mustard seeds, lemme tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jamie proved the existance of Big Foot (or Sam, as he likes to be called), and conquered various countries in Central America and changed the official language to Jamieneese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jamie is only 1 of 3 people who are allowed to divide by zero! (Chuck Norris and Vin Diesal are the other two.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jamie once beat up an entire compound full of ninjas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Movie "Unbreakable" was originally about Jamie's Tetris Hi-Score. The script was lost somewhere and gamers to this day are still trying to beat her score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Angered by the fact that Hurricane Katrina was not named Hurricane Jamie, she went on a killing spree. It is been rumored that she mutilated 7 meterologists, 15 journalists, and 3 unrelated civilians. Jamie was seen later on TV screaming "Who's a CAT 5 now bi*ch?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jamie single-handedly built the Great Wall of China after losing a bet with Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Jamie fought the law, and Jamie won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Jamie can speek in Wingdings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well were off for the weekend, see ya next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-114801405743397623?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/114801405743397623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=114801405743397623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114801405743397623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114801405743397623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-intrest-of-fairness.html' title='In the intrest of fairness'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-114776380421564270</id><published>2006-05-15T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:16:44.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok fine Josh sheesh!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so my roommate has ordered me to post a new blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update... well Lissan is no more. I dont really want to go into it. Nothing really to say. So the money I saved up for an engaguement ring will be used to fund me and the new girls trip. Yes the new girl... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try-outs were held last week on sunday. Our three contestants were:&lt;br /&gt;Sandy - long time friend, bouncy, and gigaly&lt;br /&gt;Mei - We've knowen each other since the old days on Nation States, and shes a gamer!!&lt;br /&gt;Jamie - co-worker and party girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compatetion was tough. Sandys, sexy little dance. Was beyond compaire. The trick Mei did with the beer bottle was outstanding. Jamie made up a song about me and how great I am on the spot. It was a tough choice on the talent end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had Q&amp;A... It was at this point I realised something Josh told me. "Jay, you need a girl who will actualy apreacate you. You know the fine dineing, the new experences, maybe has a car." So Jamie really stuck out in my head. So after tryouts I told all three of them they would know by Friday. Well I let Jamie know personaly. I showed up at her apartment. Doz roses in hand and we went out to dinner at "The Melting Pot" I asked her to go and she said yes. Later back at my apartment she notaced all of the videogames, and asked if I wanted to go a few rounds on Ace Combat. I jumped at it! So a trip it is for Jamie and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-114776380421564270?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/114776380421564270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=114776380421564270' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114776380421564270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114776380421564270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-fine-josh-sheesh.html' title='Ok fine Josh sheesh!!!!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-114453206421014035</id><published>2006-04-08T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:34:24.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smokers Lounge</title><content type='html'>That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-114453206421014035?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/114453206421014035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=114453206421014035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114453206421014035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114453206421014035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/04/smokers-lounge.html' title='The Smokers Lounge'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-114216419323087349</id><published>2006-03-12T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T03:50:24.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src='http://www.bolt.com/video/flv_player_branded.swf?contentId=375279' loop='false' quality='high' bgcolor='white' width='365' height='340' name='video_play_500' allowScriptAccess='sameDomain' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*salutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-114216419323087349?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/114216419323087349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=114216419323087349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114216419323087349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/114216419323087349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-will-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-113940658735064070</id><published>2006-02-08T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T05:49:47.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I have seen the worlds greatist video. Now before I talk about it. All the girls who are reading this go eat some ice cream, watch WE, and go cry while your doing it. (Thats all most of you are good for anyway! I swair to God all girls know how to do now days is use the guys credit card and order in a resturant! OK, end rant!) Now that they left, I was messing around on Yahoo music. I then discovered &lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/ar-24543055-videos--DONS"&gt;The D.O.N.S.&lt;/a&gt; The music video they made as a remake of "Pump up the jam" by Technotronic, grabbed my attention. I have been an advocate of "The Man Show" since day one. (I remember the pilot Jimmy and Addam were standing on the Hoover dam. Sadly Dug Stanho and Joe Rogan had to fuck it all up.)This video did the same thing as the ending. Its girls (hot girls at that!) jumping around and shakeing there T&amp;amp;A. I could watch this for hours on end. Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-113940658735064070?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113940658735064070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=113940658735064070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/113940658735064070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/113940658735064070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2006/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-113459051916196646</id><published>2005-12-14T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:17:30.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture pages...</title><content type='html'>Ok its been awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Shark, has final heard the "Michael Savage Show". Shark welcome to the brotherhood! He much like myself is now a "Savage" and I am also happy to anounce Lissan is also a member of the Savage nation! Congrats guys. Now Democrats I want you all to look at my new posters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.protestwarrior.com/nimages/store/free_israel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.protestwarrior.com/nimages/store/free_israel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.protestwarrior.com/nimages/signs/thumb/pw_sign_02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.protestwarrior.com/nimages/signs/thumb/pw_sign_02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.protestwarrior.com/nimages/signs/thumb/pw_sign_12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.protestwarrior.com/nimages/signs/thumb/pw_sign_12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.protestwarrior.com/nimages/signs/thumb/pw_sign_19.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.protestwarrior.com/nimages/signs/thumb/pw_sign_19.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.protestwarrior.com/nimages/signs/thumb/pw_sign_45.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.protestwarrior.com/nimages/signs/thumb/pw_sign_45.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-113459051916196646?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113459051916196646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=113459051916196646' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/113459051916196646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/113459051916196646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/12/picture-pages.html' title='Picture pages...'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-113258658260867873</id><published>2005-11-21T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T07:23:02.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Wi-Fi </title><content type='html'>So... last year I had a tax return of $5,000 plus change. Here is how I spent some of&lt;br /&gt; the money:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charter Pipeline: $35&lt;br /&gt;NetGear wireless router: $80&lt;br /&gt;Sony PSP: $250&lt;br /&gt;1st months rent: $350&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wait for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to write on your blog with your PSP while useing the &lt;br /&gt;bathroom: PRICELESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-113258658260867873?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113258658260867873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=113258658260867873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/113258658260867873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/113258658260867873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-wi-fi_113258658260867873.html' title='I Love Wi-Fi '/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-113196343515909618</id><published>2005-11-14T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T02:17:15.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Call off the hounds!!!!!! Yes I am still alive. Yes Lissan and I are still together. Yes, I am still joining our beloved Air Force. (air dominance!) Yes its true what I said about the Indaglow Girls. Yes my mom has a date sunday and I'm not thrilled about it. Yes its true about the F/A - 22 Raptor that I saw at Scott. Yes Lissan was happy that I saw it. Yes Josh and I have been given full reign at the wedding to cause chaous. (My mom gave me her blessing) No I am not engagued to Lissan, Yet! Yes the AF dress uniforms will always look better then USMC dress blues (HA HA Tivo). No I did not blame my exwife for the downfall of Westren civelazation. Yes I am still roommates with Josh. Yes I now spend the majority of my time on Acecombat.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-113196343515909618?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/113196343515909618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=113196343515909618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/113196343515909618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/113196343515909618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112927019594088724</id><published>2005-10-13T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:09:55.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>Its been a rough day! First off, I have something to say and this will upset all the Sean Connery Fan Boys. I'm not to thrilled about the new James Bond. Pierce Brosnan was the best James Bond by far! Goldeneye, was the best Bond movies by far. Sadly Daniel Craig will be the new Bond, according to &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/people/2005-10-12-new-bond_x.htm"&gt;USA today&lt;/a&gt;.  Anyone else upset by this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverse discrimanation sucks. Its bad to be male, middle class, and white nowdays. I heard a story from an inside sorce of mine that some dude got off on a strike 2 on his drug test in the U.S. Army because he was black. Silly me, I thought we had a zero tollerence policy for that type of stuff! What do I know, I'm only Air Force and thats the corprate sector. (Air Dominance! Sir!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now. Have a bandet filled day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112927019594088724?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112927019594088724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112927019594088724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112927019594088724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112927019594088724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112857923389782733</id><published>2005-10-05T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:13:53.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sign sign everywhere a sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/sig2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/sig2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did it I made my first sig for ac.net what do you all think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112857923389782733?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112857923389782733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112857923389782733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112857923389782733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112857923389782733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/10/sign-sign-everywhere-sign.html' title='sign sign everywhere a sign'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112797935243236279</id><published>2005-09-29T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:35:53.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Eagles</title><content type='html'>I've been spending ALOT of time at &lt;a href="http://www.acecombat.net"&gt;acecombat.net&lt;/a&gt;. I've met some amazeing peeps their. I did happen to join a squad. &lt;a href="http://sinsandsaints.cjb.net/"&gt;Sins &amp; Saints&lt;/a&gt;. I know we are looking for a few good pilots to earn their wings. Tell them AWACS sent you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the recruteing video here&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/5412490/24-7.wmv.html"&gt;24-7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note: after clicking scroll down click on "free" then scrool down then after it loads click on "24-7"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112797935243236279?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112797935243236279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112797935243236279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112797935243236279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112797935243236279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/iron-eagles.html' title='Iron Eagles'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112771336557102647</id><published>2005-09-25T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:42:45.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well I'm off</title><content type='html'>going to be off the next few days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112771336557102647?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112771336557102647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112771336557102647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112771336557102647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112771336557102647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-im-off_25.html' title='well I&apos;m off'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112763855591478214</id><published>2005-09-25T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T01:55:55.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one else comes close...</title><content type='html'>I hope my soon to be D.I. is takeing the time to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chairforce.com/easy-chair/files/AFI-36-106-Wall-to-Wall.pdf"&gt;Wall to Wall&lt;/a&gt; - USAF counceling for "fuck ups" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112763855591478214?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112763855591478214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112763855591478214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112763855591478214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112763855591478214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-one-else-comes-close.html' title='No one else comes close...'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112742455200588040</id><published>2005-09-22T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T14:29:12.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air power, sir!</title><content type='html'>Ok so we all know that Jay's favorite game is any of the "Ace Combat" saga. Well I just saw the &lt;a href="http://www.acecombat.net/videos/ac_zero.wmv"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt; for the new one. Its a must have! I have been spening alot of time on Acecombat.net lately. I am soooo wanting to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112742455200588040?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112742455200588040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112742455200588040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112742455200588040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112742455200588040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/air-power-sir.html' title='Air power, sir!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112719689938510485</id><published>2005-09-19T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:14:59.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frag Dolls, KD, and Blood Wake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fragdolls.com/us/images/fd_hd_couch.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="96" alt="" src="http://www.fragdolls.com/us/images/fd_hd_couch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time to add yet another buzz term, or word in the Jay Dub dictionary. The term for today is &lt;em&gt;Frag Doll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frag Doll &lt;/em&gt;: n. A girl gamer who kicks much ass in first person shooters. Its a combo of the word frag /frag/ n. &amp; v. · n. 1 number of kills. 2 a fragmentation grenade. · v. 1 to eliminate other players in multiplayer shooters (fragging). and rag·doll physics {buzzword} /ragdol fiziks/ n. 1 a program allowing videogame characters to react with realistic body and skeletal physics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gotta give it up to these &lt;a href="http://www.fragdolls.com"&gt;chicks&lt;/a&gt;. I lost my ass off in Halo agenst them. But they do have some skills. To the Frag Dolls, You won fair and squair. My hats off to you. I'm trying to get Lissan to &lt;a href="http://www.fragdolls.com/us/nowhiring.php"&gt;join&lt;/a&gt;. I think she would be good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pcworld.com/news/graphics/118965-n_121704_katamari2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="281" alt="" src="http://www.pcworld.com/news/graphics/118965-n_121704_katamari2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katamari Damacy is one of &lt;a href="http://www.g4tv.com/host/46/Morgan_Webb/index.html"&gt;Morgan Webb's&lt;/a&gt; favorite games. (BTW Josh she is soooo much hotter then &lt;a href="http://www.g4tv.com/host/24/Diane_Mizota/index.html"&gt;Diane&lt;/a&gt;! She has so much more "tude"! This is one of the constant arguements in our apartment) I kinda have to agree with her. Its like tetris or smokeing a crack pipe or Lay's chips! You can't have just one! This is also a game for cheep bastards. (ie you can get it used for under $20) If you like weird games like Mr Mosquieto, XX/XY, or Nintendogs. This game is a must have! The one issue I have with it is with all the J-pop music in the game where is Puffy Ami Yumi? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgmaniacs.com/vgm/downloads/screenshots/Blood%20Wake/Bloodwake14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="114" alt="" src="http://www.vgmaniacs.com/vgm/downloads/screenshots/Blood%20Wake/Bloodwake14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blood Wake is another game for cheep bastards. Considering it was a launch title with the X-Box. (I got it for $6.00 :} ) If you like Crimson Skys, then you need to check out Blood Wake. Same idea, just your in a boat. Plus you can't beat the price. The graphis on the game are out of this world. The water splashing on the screen is a nice effect. You might need a towel. Towlie says: "If your gona play Blood Wake, dont forget to bring a towel. You wanna get high?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow morning is the kidnapping of Lissan. She refuses to go to the zoo with me. I love the zoo. Especialy the big cats. Thats ok I'll get her dinner on "The hill" and all will be forgiven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112719689938510485?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112719689938510485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112719689938510485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112719689938510485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112719689938510485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/frag-dolls-kd-and-blood-wake.html' title='Frag Dolls, KD, and Blood Wake'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112681185784397217</id><published>2005-09-15T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:17:37.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo all you wonderfull people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bungie.net/Stats/PlayerStats.aspx?player=JFlingsPoo"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a request to show my halo profile link on here. Because people want to know what I do all day for some reason. (You can click on the pic of my Emblem or click &lt;a href="http://www.bungie.net/Stats/PlayerStats.aspx?player=JFlingsPoo"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) I had to take the skull and cross bones, I'm a big beleaver in the polacy of "No Quarter" I'm takeing a break at the moment. I still say Rainbow 6 is wayyyy more fun. I perfer blowing a door with a breach charge and then bum-rushing someone to run around and shoot anyday. Plus RB6 is a little more realalistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/small-posterdt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/small-posterdt.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailor for &lt;a href="http://www.deathtunnel.com/trailer.htm"&gt;Death Tunnel&lt;/a&gt; was finaly released. Go see this movie baised on true events in &lt;a href="http://www.prairieghosts.com/waverly_tb.html"&gt;Waverly Hills Sanatorum&lt;/a&gt;. I will so be their!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112681185784397217?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112681185784397217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112681185784397217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112681185784397217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112681185784397217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/halo-all-you-wonderfull-people.html' title='Halo all you wonderfull people'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112680249810059643</id><published>2005-09-15T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:43:03.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff part 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="COLOR: black" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a "Don't Tread On Me" Libertarian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/libertarian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You distrust the government, are fiercely independent, and don't belong in either party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion and politics should never mix, in your opinion... and you feel opressed by both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want the government to cramp your self made style. Or anyone else's for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proud to say that you're pro-choice on absolutely everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/political-persuasion.html"&gt;What political persuasion are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Scored 100% Correct&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/perfect-80s.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an 80s expert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never confuse New Order with the Pet Shop Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know which classical musician Falco rocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to 80s music, you Just Can't Get Enough!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/knowabout80smusicquiz/"&gt;How Much Do You Know About 80s Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112680249810059643?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112680249810059643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112680249810059643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112680249810059643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112680249810059643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/stuff-part-9.html' title='stuff part 9'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112669083324740710</id><published>2005-09-14T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T02:40:33.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well I'm off</title><content type='html'>Going to be off the next few days. It will be 48 hours worth of passed out naked co-ed's, peeps regurgatateing on the floor, stale soggy chips, downing huge amounts of warm meister chow, and virgin sacrafice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... to the scientology people, go fuck yourself for that crap you made me lisiten to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientology person 1: Jason what do you want in life?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: A car.&lt;br /&gt;SP1: No what do you really want in life?&lt;br /&gt;Jay: a car.&lt;br /&gt;Scientology Person 2: Well a car is fine and dandy, but what are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Corn fields, and maybe bears.&lt;br /&gt;SP2: Well do you have any money?&lt;br /&gt;Jay: No&lt;br /&gt;SP1: Well do you have any friends that can lend it to you?&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Wow you would lend it to me, cause man if you could spot me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*they walk away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112669083324740710?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112669083324740710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112669083324740710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112669083324740710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112669083324740710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-im-off.html' title='well I&apos;m off'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112659527950409999</id><published>2005-09-12T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:49:39.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A terrorist letter home (my most offenceave blog yet)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.correctional-patches.com/foreigndoc/Guantanamo_Camp_X-Ray.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.correctional-patches.com/foreigndoc/Guantanamo_Camp_X-Ray.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frontlineonnet.com/fl1904/19040611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="247" alt="" src="http://www.frontlineonnet.com/fl1904/19040611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been our first full week here at camp "X-ray". We are haveing so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;My camp councler made sure I knew were to go. He walked me to my cabbin on the first day so I woulden't get lost. He's such a nice guy. He calls himself a Staff Sargent, I think that means he is head of a groop called the U.S.M.C. or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/crime/prison/camp-x-ray/campxray6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="210" alt="" src="http://www.rotten.com/library/crime/prison/camp-x-ray/campxray6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every day they make sure I get fed pleanty of Pork, Ham, Baccon, Italian Sausage and other pig dirivative products. I have to remind them that Allah forbids it and that I would love to have some Keahma if they could find it. Funny thing is they keep saying the cook is all out of food and that this is all they have left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2004/04/30/01TORTURE,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="310" alt="" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2004/04/30/01TORTURE,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morning exorcises are really a pain in the ass around here. Litteraly! This is a picture of me and my friends doing our exercises. (I'm on the left with the black hood) I also found out that all these people here called Marines must be confused. They keep calling me a cammel jockey, and I have never raced a cammel in my life. Though I do miss my pet goat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://intelwire.egoplex.com/abughraibsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="242" alt="" src="http://intelwire.egoplex.com/abughraibsuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am makeing alot of friends here mom and dad. One of them named Achmed, his counceler has a pet dog named Satan. I wish my counceler had a pet dog. All I know is that dog really likes Achmed. He barks at him all the time and even gets to play hide and seek with the dog. Also my friend Hakeehm gets his own dog. They put him in a room for hours on end by himself with the dog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faz.net/imagecache/{5AED1D46-EF03-4748-9BC2-29221F8963A8}file2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="470" alt="" src="http://www.faz.net/imagecache/%7B5AED1D46-EF03-4748-9BC2-29221F8963A8%7Dfile2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well mom and dad, I have to go. Its time for lunch. The Staff Sargent says were haveing Pork Steaks :) Just remember to keep telling the democrats about all the fun I'm haveing here. That way when I get out I can go build another bomb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Your Son, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Ragahaba &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112659527950409999?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112659527950409999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112659527950409999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112659527950409999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112659527950409999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/terrorist-letter-home-my-most.html' title='A terrorist letter home (my most offenceave blog yet)'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112651629384725357</id><published>2005-09-12T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T02:11:33.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny!</title><content type='html'>Sandy:Hey, Jay, what's the difference between a liberal and puppy? &lt;br /&gt;Jay: I dunno&lt;br /&gt;Sandy:A puppy stops whining when it grows up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112651629384725357?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112651629384725357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112651629384725357' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112651629384725357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112651629384725357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/funny.html' title='funny!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112643240486837702</id><published>2005-09-11T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:53:24.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where were you?</title><content type='html'>I can remember alot of historical events in my life. I remeber where I was when Reagen was shot. I remember watching the "Chalenger" explode. I remeber David Hasselhofs dumb ass standing on the berlin wall as the germans were tearing it down. On 9-11 I have to admit I was asleep at the switch. At the time I was still a newly wed. My wife came running into the house. It went down like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty: Honey wake up we are at war.&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Patty: We were just atacked!&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Yeah right who would be dumb enough to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I just rolled over and went back to sleep.  I woke up a few hours later it was around noon. Did the usual routeen. (you know I get up, I scratch, smoke a cigeret, get a cup of joe, ect.) I walked into the family room and fired up my playstation. My wife then came in from walking the dog, and said turn on the news. I fliped the TV on, and stood their for a few moments in absolute silence. I couldent beleave it! Those fucking cammel jockeys atacked us! Then I remembered. My father goes to New York every 2 weeks on business. I called my mom, no answer. I started to panic, and called my sister at college and asked if she knew if our dad was in NY. She didnt know. I then started assumeing the worst, finaly my mom called and informed me that my dad was not in NY. He had it worse. (I dont know how much truth their is to the next part, its just what my dad told me) He was in Florida. Staying at a hotel that was located next to where Vice Presadent Dick Chaney was staying. He said choppers and a large aircraft carrier was in the ochen across from the hotel. He also told me he was checked every time he passed through the loby of the hotel by MP's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:00 PM I started my shift at the Hotel. I was working at the Viking at the time. It was mass hysteria! The first thing I did when I walked through the door was find Joe Modgulan. He was studying to become a pastor at the time. I asked him to start preying for everyone in New York. I figured God lisitens to him. I looked over in the lobby of the hotel, every guest was huddled around the TV. It was as if no one went to their rooms. One of the guests that was staying at the hotel at the time was named Marie, and she was from france. I remember her crying and saying she wants to go home but couldent due to all the flights being cancled. In the back office we had the radio on. I remember Lisa a reservationist at the time talking about retalatory strikes going on in Afganistan. The guy on the raidio said there were explosions going on, but we knew better. It was retalatory strikes. At 4:30 I went to go smoke. I saw the gas station attendent changeing the signs from $1.10 to $5.25 a galon. I then remember the govener getting on the radio and telling everyone we are in a state of emergency, and the price of gas, and food stufs will not be changed and will be put back at $1.10. That was probably the slowest night I ever worked at the hotel. With all the flights cancled we had only about 20 people check in out of the 75 that were schedualed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home that night angry. I wanted someone to pay for what had happened. Since I was liveing downtown at the time. All the federal building were evacuated.  St. Louis looked like a ghost town. I remeber it being quiet and not the good quiet, but the earie quiet you see in post apocoliptic films. I just sat in the liveing room the rest of the night with my cat on my lap watching TV. I think that was the day I saw the enemy. I didnt just want to kill the mother fuckers on the plane, I wanted all the hodgies rounded up and shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112643240486837702?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112643240486837702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112643240486837702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112643240486837702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112643240486837702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/where-were-you.html' title='where were you?'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112640367205138900</id><published>2005-09-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T18:54:32.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1774/649/320/Never%20Forget%20Never%20Surrender2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1774/649/320/Never%20Forget%20Never%20Surrender2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;We will not tire, we will not falter, and we will not fail.&lt;br /&gt;George W. Bush, Speech after 9/11 attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112640367205138900?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112640367205138900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112640367205138900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112640367205138900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112640367205138900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/black-out.html' title='Black out'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112634634030164706</id><published>2005-09-10T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T03:14:29.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Quick</title><content type='html'>CALL OFF THE HOUNDS!!!!! I'm still alive. I've just been extreamly busy. First thing is first. Lissan and I hit the 1 year mark. I dont remember the exact date. (I'm a guy damn it, and being one means I am prone to forgetting such things) Now lets answer a letter. I got an e-mail (asside from the usual hate mail) frome some one wanting to know how it was I lost all the weight. Well, thats simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: stop eatting so damn much!!!!!! You would be amazed at how much you can lose by just not drinking so damn much soda. (or pop if your from the east, or Coke if your in Texas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Get motovated. My roommate bless his heart, was my primary sorce of motovation. I could be eating the most healty food in the world. Yet it would be wrong. Example would be the time I was eating an apple, and he just looked at me and said: "God damn it Jason! I can hear you getting fatter!" I just set the apple down and imeaditly did push ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Sometimes you have to fight dirty. Just excuse yourself after dinner, and go throw up. Cramming your fingers down your throat might seam bad, but hey it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their we go the Jay dub diet plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do something now that I normaly dont. I heard the funniest explanation for Katrina. Someone told me that God wanted that city destroyed. I may sound like a Libral hippie dusch saying this but I totaly disagree with the fact that God sent the hurracane to destroy New Orleans because the city was currupt. Yes they had hookers everywhere, yes outside of the french quarter looked like and was about as safe as East St. Louis, yes the goverment of LA was currupt. All things asside I dont think God sent the hurracane. Now I am a little bit pissed. Oprah needs her ass beat! She kept showing people blameing volentears for their problems. I'm sorry but if I volenteared for releaf efforts, and anyone who was a refugee told me I was "Not moveing fast enough" I would walk. I'm not talking about the supervisors of the releaf operations, I am talking about the refugees saying it to the people helping them. Ungratefull little shits I hope they drop dead! Fuck em'! Also one more time for Al Sharpton... White people are not the reason that the aid wasn't fast enough. Also before you cry-baby libs even think about playing the race card agenst me, just remember my roommate is black, two of my favorite co-workers are latino, and my girlfriend is asian. If a person is a peace of shit I'm going to call them that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112634634030164706?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112634634030164706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112634634030164706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112634634030164706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112634634030164706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/real-quick.html' title='Real Quick'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112568796822634778</id><published>2005-09-02T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:14:12.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spin, spin, sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/games/coverg/17/671017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="240" alt="" src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/games/coverg/17/671017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.take2.co.za/covers/ss/big/advance_wars_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had that damn song in my head all day. I think a better song would have been "April 29th 1992" by Sublime. I did want to inform you all that anyone who owns a Nintendo DS needs to go out and get "Advance Wars: Dual Strike". This games makes any Police Action look so fucking cute. Yet its still compleet with long range bombers, tactical fighters, mobel infentry, AEGIS class weapontry, and even W.M.D.'s! (God this gave me a hard on!) Still the game uses fun little Japaneese anime people as the main charicters. So its not all bloody gory like. The still remains for lack of a better term "cute" Its almost like strapping bombs to puppies, and twice as fun! I just got the game a few hours ago and I still cant put it down. Speeking of animal cruelity. Last night while smokeing I got to watch a raccoon chew threw a power cord. There is just something about desacration of life, that amuses me. Well its Friday, I probably will not be posting untill after the holiday weekend. In the words of Jerry Springer, till next time, take care of yourself and eachother. Oh yeah and LT. Patterson have fun while your in LA shooting looters. Stay safe bro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112568796822634778?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112568796822634778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112568796822634778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112568796822634778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112568796822634778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/09/spin-spin-sugar.html' title='spin, spin, sugar'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112539388938316924</id><published>2005-08-30T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T02:24:49.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 2 *ding</title><content type='html'>Due to popular demand, the next low life scavenger hunt will be thursday. E-mail me if you want in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game starts at 8pm and ends at midnight. That's 4 hours people to get-er-done. Cheating is not only condoned but also encouraged. At the end of the 4 hours the team with the most points wins. Should all teams finish before midnight, the first team to complete the list wins. Any team who turns in their list later then midnight will receive a 1 point deduction for each minuet late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team leaders:&lt;br /&gt;Blue team:&lt;br /&gt;Jay (yours truly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Team:&lt;br /&gt;Rider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Team:&lt;br /&gt;Jay Lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judges:&lt;br /&gt;The Judges will have final say on all point values. They do accept bribes and will award bonus points for creativity and for things that are not on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;* 1 digital video camera&lt;br /&gt;* 1 digital camera&lt;br /&gt;* 3 large paper bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be given to each team along with the list of stuff to find. With all of that said please have fun and please DON'T GET ARRESTED!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Picture of girl deep throating a bananna &lt;5pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Jenna Jameson movie &lt;5pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Hotel Key &lt;10 pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Roadkill &lt;15pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Let a kid (age 10 and under) kick you in the nuts &lt;10 pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.French kiss a strainger &lt;20 pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Car hood ornament &lt;15 pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.an XXL thong &lt;10 pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Shave someones head &lt;20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Girls Bra &lt;5 pts, 10 if they flash&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Picture of a "natural" blonde &lt;30pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Capture a live animal (No insects!)&lt;50 pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Matches from a strip club &lt;10pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Picture taken with a hooker &lt;10pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Picture taken with a homeless person &lt;10pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.French kiss a member of the same sex &lt;50pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Picture of someone naked by the "arch" &lt;30pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.A male speedo &lt;10pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Give a cop a piggy back ride &lt;30pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Smoke an entire pack of smokes at one time &lt;25pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Eat 7 raw eggs &lt;10 pts, 20 if they puke&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Get kicked out of a store &lt;30pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.A magnum condom &lt;15pts, 30 if you find someone who fits it&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Get a straingers cell phone number &lt;15pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.A road sign &lt;20pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Mardi Gras beeds &lt;10pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Picture of an "odd" tatoo &lt;10pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.A sex toy &lt;15pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.A drink list from a bar &lt;10pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.A Wal-Mart name tag &lt;15pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Ask 15 people if they "Will have sex with you" &lt;15pts, 20 if someone says yes!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.A bush (from the ground you dirty fu-ks!)&lt;10pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Pitch a baseball at the statue of Stan Musial infrot of Bush stadium.&lt;10pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Give the finger to a cubs fan &lt;50pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Find an old person (someone over 65) to give you the finger &lt;10pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what do we get if we finish? Last time it was a case of Beer as the mystery prize. This time the mystery prize is valued at $100. Good luck to all teams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112539388938316924?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112539388938316924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112539388938316924' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112539388938316924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112539388938316924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/round-2-ding.html' title='Round 2 *ding'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112538070772274227</id><published>2005-08-29T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T23:14:56.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more stuff</title><content type='html'>First off Happy Birthday Lissan. (it was sunday, we spent the night in the presadentual suite) GOOD TIMES! I am happy to see Gorillaz "Feel good inc." beat out Emanims, or how ever the hell you spell its song "Mosh" Speeking of Emenim. I got a phone call from one of my political contacts. I will not mention his name but he is someone in the St. Louis government. He was reading my blog and asked "Jay hows it feal to be the Republican verson of emenim?" All I could say was it feals so empty with out me. Now on to business. I borrowed this from someones &lt;a href="http://leftfieldperspectives.blogspot.com/2005/08/begatting-of-dissension_29.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. (You happy now hizzy?) But it is a must read. I give you all the holy gospal according to Bush chapters 1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1774/649/320/Red%20States%20v%20Blue%20States.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, Bush created a Republican administration.. And darkness was upon the face of the Democrats.&lt;br /&gt;And Bush looked, and saw that it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, a false prophet, a son of Ishmael, rose up, and fell upon the people of US, and slew three thousand of them, and brought down their towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were wailings and lamentations in the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lo, Bush was sore aggrieved. And he called upon the people to gird up their loins, and fall upon the people of al-Qaida, and slay them. And the armies of US rose up, and fell upon the people of al-Qaida and plundered their caves, and SAC’d their cities, and drove them out before themselves with fire from the sky, and from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the evil one rose up, and hid them from Bush, saying, “Thou usurper king in the house of Clinton, Thou hast invaded our lands and defiled our sacrifices. Thou shalt be accursed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people in the land of US, who were called the Democrats, and they were dissenters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Democrats were afraid, and revolted against Bush, and called him all manner of vile things, and accused him of atrocities, and cried out for vengeance against him, saying, “Where are the Weapons of Mass Destruction. of which you speak? Thou hast broken the covenant that we have made with the children of Ishmael and brought judgment down upon us!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there arose between the followers of Teddy and the followers of Bush, a chasm which was called the Credibility Gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still Bush did not relent and did not hearken to the cries of the dissenters. And the children of Ishmael ran to the hills and called for the rocks to fall upon them, to shield them from the wrath of Bush, and from his army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the evil one defied Bush, and Bush was wroth, and girded up his loins and drew his sword, and searched through the land for the evil one, and found him hiding in a spider hole, in fear of Bush’s terrible vengeance. And the evil one’s idols were destroyed, yea, even unto the tenth cubit. And the evil one was brought unto Baghdad, to stand before the court of judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the followers of Teddy and Durbin and Chuck and of all the leaders of the tribes from the left, and the Clintonites decried the triumph of Bush and rent their garments and gnashed their teeth, saying, ”What evil hast this man done, that thou hath defiled him and his sons? Thou hath angered the son’s of Ishmael, so that thou canst play Texas Ranger to the world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But their words were of sounding brass and a tinkling cymbal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus did Bush conquer the evil one, but there remained unrest in the lands of the sons of Ishmael. And it was as dust and ashes in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherefore I sayeth unto thee, my brethern, let us pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by Mark Maness @ 7:10 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112538070772274227?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112538070772274227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112538070772274227' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112538070772274227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112538070772274227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-stuff.html' title='more stuff'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112498184574591581</id><published>2005-08-25T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T08:25:27.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>war stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chairforce.com/easy-chair/funny-photos/pages/dukes-of-fallujah.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a few funny things that need to be showen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off is the new hummer for shark. Dude the next time you go you need to request this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.chairforce.com/easy-chair/funny-photos/hires/dukes-humvee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chairforce.com/easy-chair/videos-music/thumbs/kosovo-song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="227" alt="" src="http://www.chairforce.com/easy-chair/videos-music/thumbs/kosovo-song.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I have always had a soft spot for former Comunist block chicks. Lets look at Jay's track record:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1993-1994 dated Becca Gonzalez (cuban)&lt;br /&gt;1997 dated Valorie Steteiona (Lithwanian)&lt;br /&gt;1998 dated then broke up with Lissan Ko (chinese)&lt;br /&gt;1999-2002 maried then devorced Anna Armatova (Russian)&lt;br /&gt;2003 made Anita Dejanovic say Good morning Mr. Bond to me every morning when I got to work. (Bosnian)&lt;br /&gt;2005 back with Lissan (still Chinese, I'm just like every other republican... gotta maintain good relations with China!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now you are probably saying, Jay what the fuck is the point of this? Well St. Louis has the highest Bosnian population in the United States. They are a great bunch of people! The video that I want you all to see is titled Kosovo. Its a parady done by some Air Force Special Ops guys to Kokomo. Just remember I love you all!!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.chairforce.com/easy-chair/videos-music/kosovo-song.wmv"&gt;click here for video&lt;/a&gt; I am so going to be singing this song the rest of the day. But like I said I love the Bosnian people! The Croatioans arnt half bad also! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chairforce.com/easy-chair/funny-photos/hires/EOD-go-boom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="243" alt="" src="http://www.chairforce.com/easy-chair/funny-photos/hires/EOD-go-boom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speeking special ops people. I had a real treat the last few days. My roommates cousin was in town who is a member of (get this shit) Delta Force! He was one of the coolest people I have ever met! I was talking to him about Iraq. They really need EOD people in Iraq because of all the IED's. I may need to change my MOS. well thats all for now. Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112498184574591581?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112498184574591581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112498184574591581' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112498184574591581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112498184574591581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/war-stuff.html' title='war stuff'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112441427197111055</id><published>2005-08-18T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:17:52.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did you miss me?</title><content type='html'>I dont really have anything political to say this time, due to the fact that I have have been out of town for the last few days in memphis. (GOD I LOVE THAT CITY!) I did want to share a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2003/pc/vietcong/0402/v_screen004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="240" alt="" src="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2003/pc/vietcong/0402/v_screen004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If their is one thing I know about Charlie, it's that Charlie don't serf! Thats right it time for another edition of "Jay plays wayyy to many war games!". Today we are going to review &lt;em&gt;Vietkong &lt;/em&gt;for X-box. Single player has its ups and downs. The pluses are excelent story line, the camoflodge actualy works, and air strikes! :) but all these plusses defenatly do not out weigh the cons. The game's environments look best from medium distance--up close, the vegetation gets blocky and ugly. The biggest problem early adopters of Vietcong are experiencing is the game's proprietary 3D engine runs at a suboptimal and inordinately slow frame rate. The game has some really rough edges. The greatis part is the Audio of the game. The voice acting in the game is ham-fisted--overenthusiastic Steve sounds like a superhero's sidekick rather than a hardened soldier--though the game deserves credit for having the Vietnamese characters speak either in their native language or in English with an authentic accent. Audio is also used to further create the impression that you're actually in a jungle, with realistic footstep sounds and ambient noise. And the report of each of the game's firearms is distinctly different. Bullets can be heard whizzing right past you or thudding hard into nearby objects, which adds a lot to the sense that you're in serious danger during a firefight. When you do get shot, you actually hear your heart begin to race for a while, which is a good idea in principle but becomes somewhat repetitive in practice. Also, explosives that go off near you will cause a realistic ringing in your ears that mutes all other sound around you, a great audio effect that's rightfully becoming more common in these types of games. I give the game a 7 out of 10. If your going to get a vietnam game for X-box go get Conflict: Vietnam and pass this one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/IMG003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/IMG003.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok so I have to say hello to one of my readers Kevin (hes on the left). This is a pic of the two of us at World War II weekend at Jefferson Bericks. Yes that morning I was hanging out with the Third Reich all day. If you have never been to a reenacment. I sugust you all go. I'm big on people learning history.  I do have a complaint about the reenactment. Due to things being Politicaly Correct now days the 353 Infentry (Kevins unit) was not allowed to fly the Nazi flag. The new Nazi's (ie the ACLU) said it would offend people. Now I could understand if it was a clan rally or something like that. But these people are potraying German soldgers and should make it as real as possable. In short you cant have a Nazi flag, but it is ok for a SS member to go walking around reminding everyone that "Der Jude ist Verboten!" I did have some fun with it though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Hey Kevin I notaced something.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Oh? Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;J: How come all the chicks are doing the cooking, do you not beleave in equal rights?&lt;br /&gt;Nurse 1: YEAH! WHAT THE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;Nurse 2: Yeah, how come I have to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised that he didn't have the Guestapo come and arrest me and throw me in Aushwitz for enciteing riots! You know me I always have to fuck with people. Till next time stay classy world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112441427197111055?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112441427197111055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112441427197111055' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112441427197111055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112441427197111055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/did-you-miss-me.html' title='did you miss me?'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112382021875523950</id><published>2005-08-11T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:42:08.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why fight the war</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/A030808_KOT_NAPALM-S_G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/A030808_KOT_NAPALM-S_G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lew of the posts, I submit the following... Air Power!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;clears throat... this must be sung to "Jeasus loves the little children."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napalm sticks to little children&lt;br /&gt;All the children of the world&lt;br /&gt;Red and Yellow, Black and White&lt;br /&gt;They are in the target site&lt;br /&gt;Napalm sticks to children of the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIR POWER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of liberals come to this blog, why I have no idea, but they seem to be pissed that I am suporting the war effort. So I submit the following pics of things the Iraqi people did to our men and women in the armed forces... dont worry soon I will be fighting along side you great bunch of people. If you can look at the following and not get pissed off, and want to kill the people "of the religion of peace" then there is something wrong with you. (pics curtacy of michalesavage.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.homestead.com/prosites-prs/files/bodysmall4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.homestead.com/prosites-prs/files/bodysmall5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.homestead.com/prosites-prs/files/bodysmall3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.homestead.com/prosites-prs/files/bodysmall2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.homestead.com/prosites-prs/files/bodysmall1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112382021875523950?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112382021875523950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112382021875523950' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112382021875523950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112382021875523950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-fight-war.html' title='why fight the war'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112329769927971384</id><published>2005-08-05T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:40:09.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets make fun of people...</title><content type='html'>First off I dig my little tower of power I have going on over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look over here &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I made a few of those myself. Feel free to steal them if you like. I'm probably going to make more later tonight if not tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/979766535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/979766535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only thing I hate more then Democrats are poor Democrats, that are always asking for hand outs. I had some stupid bitch come into the hotel tonight. Who gave me some sob story that her kid is dieing and in the hospital here in St. Louis. I looked out the window and saw her car had a bunch of Kerry stickers on it still. She asked what our prices were I told her $104.00 plus tax. (I dont discount rooms to liberals) She then told me that she had been to several other hotels and their are sold out. (what that had to do with anything I have no clue) She then began to cry. She began to cry and ask me how she was going to afford the room? Hey I'm all for charity but, this isnt charity this is business. It's not my falt her money isnt long enough. I get paid a shitty $13.00 an hour to deal with hotel guests. Yet I still make enough to pay the bills. So in my eyes she has no excuse! Since it was my last night at this hotel I gave her the only advice I could... Medical insurence works wonders, dont leave home without it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/ifotfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/ifotfd.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now usualy I have no problem with fat people. But after loseing alot of weight, I have notaced something. Their are some FAT FUCKING PEOPLE in this place. Seariously put the fork down! We are going to have a nation of sumo wrestlers if people dont. The worst place though is the casinos. The fat asses on the slots just sit their and have food delivered to them and just munch away while gambleing. I swair to god the stool is shoved so far up their wide ass that if they fart the thing will fly across the room. Skinny people piss me off too but, its only at buffiet's. They move so slow through the line, and have to ask questions. They ask things like "Is that grilled chicken or fish?" GOD DAMMIT IT'S A BUFFET! GRAB AND FUCKING GO! I can't beleave I have to get angry at this shit. Maybe I should open a weight loss clinic. These are your choices, you have me or Richard Simmions. I will sit there and yell and scream, and tell you things like "When you eat I can hear you getting fatter." Richard Simmions will just cry and shave his legs. I really think you want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/old%20black%20guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/old%20black%20guy.jpg" width="68" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wont waste the readers time on what I have to say about old people. Wait, strike that, yes I will. The coolist thing in the world is an old black guy. They may be 60, but they act like they are 35. Their always zipping around, and much like me they will tell you the truth, no bull shit. They also have got to be some of the funnist people I know. Must be all the jazz music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/bushCountry04map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/bushCountry04map.gif" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Party time in '08 my fellow Republicans. The polls are in. You can see what I'm talking about &lt;a href="http://www.newsmax.com/archives/ic/2005/8/4/154838.shtml"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; Seems the Dem's still dont get it. They arnt even awair of what the left is doing wrong. I'm wanting a repeat of the Kerry campaign from last year so I can laugh my ass off as they spin totaly out of controll. For the democrats I can only offer this, Zell Miller is one of you, maybe you should lisiten to him!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Ive talked long enough... thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112329769927971384?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112329769927971384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112329769927971384' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112329769927971384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112329769927971384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/lets-make-fun-of-people.html' title='lets make fun of people...'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112321697847850831</id><published>2005-08-04T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:50:06.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/040811_tuna_hmed_7a.hmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/040811_tuna_hmed_7a.hmedium.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok first I have to get this out of the way due to a conversation about "cold feet" that I had with Lissan. Honey, is it chicken or fish? You win the tuna can award for that one. Click &lt;a href="http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/woah.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to understand what the hell it is that I'm talking about. Just a side note, no I am not getting married... we were just discussing some chick that she knew left the groom at the alter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their was almost a terrable accadent in the home today. My cigerets almost went through the spin cycle in the washing machine. Luckaly I pulled them out just in time. I was almost going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/B00006FWTX.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 48px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/B00006FWTX.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a break today from the usual blood, guts, and violence that is X-Box Live. I decided to dust off the old game cube. I poped in my copy of Animal Crossing. It's alot like Harvest Moon. The game is still playing even if you arnt. It's actualy kinda fun. You have to run errands, clean your house, help the neighbors, go fishing, hut for lost fossels, set traps to piss off people you dont like. Good clean fun for the whole family. Plus you can get a copy of the game for under $20.00 now. You can probably get it even cheeper used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/ac5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="106" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/ac5.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had an intresting question asked to me today. I was sitting on my deck and one of the neighbors asked me, what makes me think I would be any good in the Air Force? Simple I have beaten the entire Ace Combat searies on Ace mode. That may not sound impressave or anything. But think about this. Just remember that predator aircraft are unmaned, and work like a video game. Ok maybe thats not entirely true. But I will do a hell of a job on the simulators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ta ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112321697847850831?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112321697847850831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112321697847850831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112321697847850831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112321697847850831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-news.html' title='all the news...'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112313367257287090</id><published>2005-08-03T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:48:49.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some may call this propaganda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/1153000149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/1153000149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I want you all to take a look at the following &lt;a href="http://stoprepublicans.blogspot.com/2005/04/history-of-republican-evil.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; titled the history of the Evil Republican. Now I really thought that the public school system was libral. I always thought it just depended on the teacher. (Dr. Stiner at Oakville was a total conservative.) Turns out I was wrong. I dont remember covering any of this in high school. I always wondered why that report I did for Mrs. Applebee on Rush Limbaugh as a famous Missourian, my freshman year was given an "F". I know alot of people that have left comments on this blog have accused the Republican party of being raceist. But its totaly not true. I wonder why more Blacks, Jews, Asians, and more minority's arnt Republican. So one more time from the top (repeate after me) Democrats and Librals &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and Republicans &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOOD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/savage_book_cover_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/savage_book_cover_3.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those of you who know me Dr. Michael Savage is one of my favorite people. Last night on the way to work I heard a poem by him called: "Before Pasta was Spaghetti". Its basicly about how Everything now days is fake. I'm starting to agree with him. I can remember when I was little and going to my grand parents house. They lived only a few blocks from the Wonderbread factory in south St. Louis and you could smell fresh baked bread. Now days if I want fresh bread I have to go to "The Hill" to get it. Even when I stand out front of St. Louis Bread Co. (Panera's for those of you out west) I don't smell bread. The mom and pop style resturants are getting few and far between. Everything is chains now. I've decided I am going to start supporting more small businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/R_LEE_ERMY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/R_LEE_ERMY.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A valueable lession was learned today. Never interupt a Marine while they are singing jodies. Josh was doing the Bob-a-loo-ba jodie around the apartment. I had to interupt his Marie Corp stuff with the Air Force lyerics. Here is how it went.&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Hey bob-ah-loo-ba&lt;br /&gt;Me: Air Force baby&lt;br /&gt;J: Just stop right their!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Went down to Lackland Air Base, because I'm so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;J: NO! NO! NO!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I didn't come to San Antonio for the sun.&lt;br /&gt;J: OH HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;ME: I'm gona run all day till the runnings done.&lt;br /&gt;J: Dear GOD!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I gotta keep my head shaved make me preaty for the laidies&lt;br /&gt;J: *&lt;em&gt;Look of anger and gives me the finger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey Bob-ah-loo-ba Air Force baby&lt;br /&gt;J: That was fucking disgusting! Dont EVER insult the Corp like that or I will defenatly fuck you up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he ment it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I got today. More tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112313367257287090?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112313367257287090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112313367257287090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112313367257287090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112313367257287090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-may-call-this-propaganda.html' title='some may call this propaganda...'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112304559472093022</id><published>2005-08-02T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:31:44.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shizzel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/possom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/possom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/possom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning at 8:00 am I went to my room. The sun was shineing, the birds singing, children were laughing and playing games. This peacefull scean was interupted by a gunshot. Bongo is dead. The nation morns his loss. Bongo was a rather large opossum that lived in a bush outside of my apartment. (atleast I think he lived in it.) Every night Bong would greet me when I went to smoke. Sadly one of my neighbors shot him... or her... I don't know I respected its privacy. So here is a pic of Bongo that I was able to snag with my digital cam. Enjoy... RIP Bongo welcome to that big trash heep in the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/bongo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/bongo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/the_fast_and_the_furious.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 53px" height="45" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/the_fast_and_the_furious.gif" width="71" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer usualy means only one thing. Thats right, time for illeagle street racing. Rider in his infenate wisdom decided to take Steve to hall street. Guess who crashed and totaled his 2000 Chevy Comero SS? Thats right Steve fliped his car. Dont worry he is ok, but the Comero is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/all_your_base.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/all_your_base.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Ive been useing that game creator. I've decided that I will make an RPG. But it will take place in present day America. Sorry kids no anime people with huge eyes, blue hair that defi's gravity, or little creatures named moogels. I'll post more about this after I finish the first level. (ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all for now... more tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112304559472093022?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112304559472093022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112304559472093022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112304559472093022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112304559472093022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/shizzel.html' title='shizzel!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112296177702764878</id><published>2005-08-01T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:56:48.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK this is gona be long!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/910140367.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll I'm back from D.C. All I can say is wow! I flew from here in St. Louis to Baltimore / Washington internashnal. All I can say about the people of MD is... well your all fucking brain dead! This trip ranks number 4 on the crappy places to go in America. Its right under Iowa. I had been awake almost 28 hours and wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/9101403671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/9101403671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day was the wedding. I awoke to noise outside my window. A chinese wedding was takeing place. I didnt think anything of it at the time but then my day got really wieard. After breakfast I fliped on the TV to see Anchorman (I LOVE LAMP!) come on. Ok chinese wedding, the move Lissan and I saw on our first date. I get to the wedding and the 2 best men are named Joe, and Vince... Ok chinese wedding, first date, 2 best men with the same first names of my most trusted friends... It was almost like an eppasode of the twiglight zone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/Bin%20Laden%20Spotted!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/Bin%20Laden%20Spotted%21%21.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plane ride home was also intresting. One row up and across was a freeking hodgie. I kept stareing at him and makeing the universal sign for "I'm watching you" at him. Hey el presadente Bush gave me a terrorist license to kill these fucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/Terrorist%20Season%20Hunting%20License.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/Terrorist%20Season%20Hunting%20License.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/liss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/liss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (this is not her, but she looks like her) I do have to admit I totaly missed my girl while I was away. She did give me a wonderfull welcome home party. She also bought me this really good looking watch. I'm almost freeked out to have it on at work. ITS THAT NICE! Sheesh I sound like a retard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/hizzyshoulddothis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/hizzyshoulddothis.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now enough about my exploits in MD. An aquaitance of mine keeps getting punked on by a friend of hers. (I wont mention her name and she sometimes will read my blog, I'll explane later Lissan!) I personaly think that she should smack the shit outa him. HE NEEDS IT! I think he has gone way over the line more then a few times. This time is no exception. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/halo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/halo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent ALOT of time today playing Halo 2 online. I finaly got my xbox live name hooked into my account on bungie.net, just look for my live tag &lt;strong&gt;JFLINGSPOO. &lt;/strong&gt;I will admit I suck ass at Halo. I'll link the site over on the right collom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/s_Suite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/s_Suite.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hair is gone! I had my roomate give me a airforce hair cut. White walls, and only a 1/4 inch on top. It looks preaty high speed. Thats an old pic of me when I had hair. I'll post one of me after I get my weight down to 200. (click the pic to enlarge)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well thats preaty much all I got... stay classy world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112296177702764878?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112296177702764878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112296177702764878' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112296177702764878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112296177702764878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok-this-is-gona-be-long.html' title='OK this is gona be long!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112262036873057007</id><published>2005-07-28T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:47:57.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks and stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/strong%20bad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/strong%20bad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never got a reply to the e-mail I sent Strong Bad at Homestarrunner.com. If you havent ever checked out the site you really should. It totaly apeals to the evil side of me. I will be off tomorrow to head out to D.C. for a few days. So if their is nothing new, we all know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to take moment and thank everyone. I looked at my blogs site stats. Guess what. Over 1.5 MILLION of you have loged on and looked at what I had to say. You like me! You really like me! I just hope I can live up to everyones expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more ehen I return. Oh yeah and one last thing. Check out the footer at the bottem of my page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112262036873057007?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112262036873057007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112262036873057007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112262036873057007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112262036873057007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/thanks-and-stuff.html' title='thanks and stuff.'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112253007541751082</id><published>2005-07-27T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T03:02:15.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woah</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.electronicspecialtyproducts.com/Images/animated_lightning.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you missed the electrical storm we had last night you missed a good one!I totaly forgot to blog about it yesterday. I guess the old joke is true. Only in the midwest will people sit outside and watch the weather. I forgot what comedeian siad that. But it was most unrulely relevent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/jandn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/jandn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now speeking of thing most unruley relevent. I was talking to Lissan. I try and always call her after work. The zen of the T.V. show Newlywed's made its self clear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: So you want me to make Italian food.&lt;br /&gt;Lissan: Yes honey I love your cooking.&lt;br /&gt;J: Ok do you want me to make a cream sauce type pasta?&lt;br /&gt;L: Yes, make spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;J: OK I was going to make a cream sauce but I can do spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;L:Well make a cream sauce then.&lt;br /&gt;J: You dont put cream sauce on spaghetti!&lt;br /&gt;L:Well I just want you to make a type of pasta with a white one.&lt;br /&gt;J: *&lt;em&gt;pauses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:What?&lt;br /&gt;J: Babe what color of sauce is on spaghetti?&lt;br /&gt;L: Red why?&lt;br /&gt;J: And you want a white one?&lt;br /&gt;L: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;J: Well then what color is cream?&lt;br /&gt;L: its like an off white color.&lt;br /&gt;J: do you not see where this is going?&lt;br /&gt;L: OHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I put this up is because at that moment I felt like I was in the eppasode where Nick and Jessica share a can of tuna. Jessica looks at the can and says: "Is this chicken or fish?" Nick asks what do you mean? Jessica replys with "well it says Tuna Fish on the side of the can, but it also says Chicken of the Sea. So is it chicken or fish?" Lissan if your reading this, from now on your delta tao ki name is Jessica! I love my girlfriend even if she is the asian verson of Kelly Bundy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/xbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/xbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got an e-mail from X-Box. So I called them today and spoke to "Chad" who was either gay or.... well really gay! Turned out my credit card was about to expire on my account. So I changed it. I also got a new power courd. Should be shipped to my apartment in 5-10 business days. Most people complain about help lines but I can't I give them a 10. Good job Micro Soft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/moab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/moab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the picture on the left is of a MOAB or Massive Ordnance Air Blast Bomb (MOAB). The US Air Force has developed this 21,000-lb. [9,500 kilogram], satellite-guided bomb. They are used as a successor to the the 15,000-lb. "Daisy Cutters". It's basicly the largest bomb we have with out going nuculer on enemy. Tonight on FX was the premear of "Over Their". Its a searies about the Iraq war. I'm kind of upset that they didnt start the searies with the "Shock and Awe" campaign. That was probably the coolest thing I ever saw. They droped thousands of "Daisey Cutters" on Iraq during this operation. Yet they started the searies with the troops already on the ground. I say they should have used this instead of the "Daisey Cutters". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something to ponder untill the next blog: Could General Tao's Chicken beat the crap out of Colonel Harland Sanders Kentucky Fried Chicken? If not would General Tao's Chicken out rank his?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/kfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/kfc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vs &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/gtc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px" height="54" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/gtc.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112253007541751082?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112253007541751082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112253007541751082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112253007541751082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112253007541751082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/woah.html' title='woah'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112243963342006687</id><published>2005-07-26T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:10:35.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok gamers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/1366007051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/1366007051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I was playing X-Box Live today. I finaly did get a challenge from someone. &lt;strong&gt;IKICKBITCHES&lt;/strong&gt; issued me a challenge in "Rainbow 6". I went undefeadted. I found out I am preaty good with a PSG-1. However my usual weapon of choice is the M60 or the M16A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/9024509681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/9024509681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we started playing Mortal Kombat: Deception. Guess what I beat his ass again! I'm unstopable! So in order to make this event a lasting one. I now have a "You Got Owned Award". So &lt;strong&gt;IKICKBITCHES&lt;/strong&gt; here is you award:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/owned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/owned.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;If anyone else wants a shot at me, just send a message on X-Box Live to &lt;strong&gt;JFLINGSPOO&lt;/strong&gt;. Or you can just eMail me at &lt;strong&gt;teckgamer77@aol.com&lt;/strong&gt; Now I have to bitch about one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow gamers, lisiten up. Please when ever you decide to emerge from your basement dwelling or that cess pool you call a room. Please use the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lifestylebeat.com/images/thumbs/062303a5.gif" /&gt;and use this &lt;img src="http://www.designerplumbing.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/B100020_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this is that today I got a call from Cheryl who works at the EB Games that I visit frequently. She had just gotten engagued, (what is it with everyone doing that lately?) and wanted me to come and see the ring. Sooooo I jumped in the car and went to the store. She had a fucking rock of a diamond on that thing. While we were talking this fucking hippie looking kid with dread locks walks in. The dude smelled like rotting ass on a hot day! I could smell this guy from 10 feet away, no joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/airforce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/airforce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did manage to get to the recruteing office before work. I'm down to 220 lbs. woo hoo! I celebrated with a cigeret. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112243963342006687?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112243963342006687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112243963342006687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112243963342006687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112243963342006687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok-gamers.html' title='Ok gamers'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112235698381668324</id><published>2005-07-25T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:49:43.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The job</title><content type='html'>Although I am in a supervisory position at my job, I still work for corporate America. Sadly this means I don’t have the power to say what I really want to the dipshits I’m supposed to be supervising. It’s a shame too, because I could really have a good time ripping in to these morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I heard one of the employees consoling some friend of hers on the phone. I don’t know what her stupid friend’s problem was, but it sounded like she was contemplating suicide. Now here was an employee wasting time on the clock with a personal matter for nearly an hour. If I could have handled the situation the way I really wanted to, I would have ripped the headset right off that bitch’s head and told the worthless sack of shit on the other end of the line to make sure and cut vertically across the wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noooo, I have to worry about stupid shit like lawsuits, and keeping my job, and crap like that. This country is full of a bunch of whiney little bitches that run to a lawyer the way a little kid runs to his mommy when he falls off his bike and scrapes his knees. I don’t know what sort of sad pathetic wretch was on the other end of that phone, but I do know that anyone who has no one else to call for advice but this white trash, lice infested, ignoramus must be the biggest mistake a little sperm has ever made in the history of the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of it all was that my simple-minded employee was telling her would-be worm food friend to call upon the government for help. Yeah, that’s just great. Call the government and tell them to come write you a big fat check for being a complete fuck up. If you threaten suicide, they’ll give you anything you want. If some useless sack of pond scum wants to climb into a bathtub full of ammonia with bleach and end it all I don’t want to stop them. I especially don’t want to PAY the government to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s a word of heartfelt advice to anyone out there contemplating suicide. Just do it. Do it, and do it right. Don’t give me this “cry for help” bullshit. If you really need someone to talk you out of killing yourself, then you’re too stupid to live anyway. So don’t fuck it up in the hopes that everyone will pay attention to you make you happy. In the immortal words of Yoda “Do, or do not. There is no try.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112235698381668324?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112235698381668324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112235698381668324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112235698381668324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112235698381668324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/job.html' title='The job'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112235639277231312</id><published>2005-07-25T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:39:52.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what josh did!</title><content type='html'>I really can't take my roommate anywhere. SEARIOUSLY! Don't get me wrong Josh is almost like a brother to me. I value his friendship the same as Joe, or Vince. His family has been firends with mine since high school. His sisters were in Band with my sister, and Josh and I were on the football team together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all starts at 5:00 pm when he gets home from work. I'm usualy passed out on the floor of the liveing room. We decided we were hungery so we go to this chinese joint up the road from our apartment. Now Josh is one of the few people who has to be evil to my girlfriend. Not evil like he hates her, but evil like he has to fuck with her on stuff. Its kinda like watching a lion sitting at a stream. Then an old, retarted, antilope walks infront of that lion wanting a drink of watter. Thats what its like when ever Josh and Lissan are in the same room. But thats just Josh if he's not messing with you, it means he hates you! So after getting our food, we have a conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh: "So I figured it out."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Whats that?"&lt;br /&gt;J: "Diane on tech TV."&lt;br /&gt;M:"What about her?"&lt;br /&gt;J: "I'm really not into asian chicks, but I would so bend her over."&lt;br /&gt;M: "Well you like Lissans friend Peggy right?"&lt;br /&gt;J: "Yeah so?"&lt;br /&gt;M: "You know shes Korean right?"&lt;br /&gt;J: "No way! Are your searious?"&lt;br /&gt;M: "Sure as shit."&lt;br /&gt;J: "Your on drugs dude!"&lt;br /&gt;M: "really shes Korean"&lt;br /&gt;J: *&lt;i&gt; pulls waitress asside&lt;/i&gt; "Did you know that this kid is on drugs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at check out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh: "This retard needs to pay"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "He's off his meds at the moment"&lt;br /&gt;Host (who is an atractave asian girl) : "Do you two come here alot?"&lt;br /&gt;J: Yeah were in here once every 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;H: I'm new here so I will see you next time&lt;br /&gt;J: My name is Josh, not "Hey G.I. or anything like that"&lt;br /&gt;M:*&lt;i&gt; makes that I don't know you look&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then seeing as how its summer, and in the summer Ice cream is the thing to get. We stoped at this place next to O'Charlies on Lindburgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl at the counter: I have a a large choclate with sprinkels&lt;br /&gt;Josh: *&lt;i&gt;busts out laughing&lt;/i&gt; thats my raver name!&lt;br /&gt;Me: DJ Choclate Sprinkels&lt;br /&gt;J: It's still better then Tweek&lt;br /&gt;M: Yeah nothing says pussy like ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Tivo (Teresia) is getting married. Congrats kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112235639277231312?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112235639277231312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112235639277231312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112235639277231312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112235639277231312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-josh-did.html' title='what josh did!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112227632265990086</id><published>2005-07-25T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T05:11:43.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh but wait it gets worse!</title><content type='html'>I abandoned my post at the hotel just now to go to Walmart. Yes I know it’s a horrendous offense against taste and it’s unethical business practices approach Orwellian status. You can buy a week’s worth of groceries there for just under 50 cents, so fuck you. Sure their never ending march toward the destruction of all competition may have a negative impact on my financial status in the long run, but this is America so I’ll go ahead and live for instant gratification like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thing that bothers me about Wal-mart isn’t the fact that they are the single biggest importer of goods from China (a country notorious for human rights atrocities), or that they are an all around evil corporation with a frightening amount of power. Those little Chineese brats would be out of work completely if it wasn’t for those sweat shop jobs, and the idea of an evil corporation is one that I totally support. We’ll never get rid of all the morons in this world as long as we are hampered by all this foolish democracy, and freedom, and human rights nonsense. So I say let Wal-mart take over the planet, and then it can use its power to crush all the deadbeats and losers who put it into power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those deadbeats and losers are what really bother me about the W. Every time I go in there I feel like I’m in a third world country that was attacked by an unholy blue and white demon of tackiness. One thing the idiot patrons of Wal-mart have in common is that they all need to get the fuck out of my way. I swear these people are totally clueless about their surroundings. People in Wal-mart love to stand in a narrow isle way with their fat ass blocking all the foot traffic as they try to determine the best deal on Crisco, completely oblivious to the fact that the paramedics are trying to rush by with some lawsuit happy old bastard on a gurney who just slipped on some recently leaked dish soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should round up all these freaks and put them in a camp, where they would only to be allowed to leave for work at their menial fast food jobs. Work camps have really been given a bad name in the past 50 years. I think it’s high time we bring them back.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you’re thinking. “But Jay, you hot sexy genius, if you also shop at Wal-mart, doesn’t that mean you yourself are one of the scum sucking retards you are ranting against?” Short answer: No. Medium answer: No. Ever heard of a little thing called an observer asshole? Long answer: I reserve the right to deem myself better than those around me, even if our choice of retail outlets happens to be the same. So yes I am smarter, better looking, better smelling, and more intelligent than everyone else shopping at Wal-mart. Not to mention more modest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112227632265990086?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112227632265990086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112227632265990086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112227632265990086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112227632265990086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-but-wait-it-gets-worse.html' title='Oh but wait it gets worse!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112226995352317395</id><published>2005-07-24T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:41:06.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day...</title><content type='html'>Ok first off I have got to plug this place Bellachino's. Josh and I discovered it on accadent today while out shoping. They have the best damn sandwitches in St. Louis. Forget Amaghetti's, forget St. Louis Bread Co., forget Ruma's. They all pale in compairason. Today I got a phone call from some dude selling magazines. This was the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Hi can I speek to Mr. Stanton? (obvisouly this is not anyone I know, thats not my last name.)&lt;br /&gt;J:Speeking.&lt;br /&gt;D:Mr. Stanton this is Dan with&lt;br /&gt;J:Please call me Hans&lt;br /&gt;D:I'm sorry sir, I represent (company name taken out) and I have a wonderfull offer for you today. I can save you 30% to 50% off of magazines you may already subscribe to.&lt;br /&gt;J:Rick, do you sell cammels?&lt;br /&gt;D:My name is Dan and no sir we have never sold any live animals.&lt;br /&gt;J:Because I ordered one from your company. All it dose is eat and shit.&lt;br /&gt;D:Sir at no time have we ever sold live animals. I am going to terminate this call now because I feal you are not takeing the subject matter seariously.&lt;br /&gt;J:Well I am going hunting do you have any books on hunting?&lt;br /&gt;D: *&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Well we do have magazines available.&lt;br /&gt;J:Well Rick tell me what you got.&lt;br /&gt;D: &lt;i&gt;starts listing magazines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: &lt;i&gt;runs to his bed room to get one of his many porn DVD's. Puts it in the player, and turns up the volume&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: &lt;i&gt;is still listing magazines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: &lt;i&gt;lets out a soft moan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:I'm sorry sir did I call at a bad time?&lt;br /&gt;J:Oh no! Keep talking. You have a wonderfull voice.&lt;br /&gt;D:Sir I'm terminateing this call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't these people know not to call me? Maybe I should get a job on crank yankers. I did go shoping today. I got a new game and movie for my PSP. Now on my trip to D.C. this weekend I have something to do. The movie is "House of Flying Daggers". Ziyi Zhang is Number 3 on the list of Hollywood stars I wanna bang and stars in the film. (shes the chick in rush hour 2) You know with a little make-up my girlfriend could totaly look like her. I did watch it in the original Chineese today. With subtitles. Its basicly a chineese verson of Robbin Hood. For the game I got Hot Shots golf. MUCH BETTER THEN TIGER WOODS!!!! Oh well more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112226995352317395?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112226995352317395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112226995352317395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112226995352317395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112226995352317395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-day.html' title='what a day...'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112218507249923991</id><published>2005-07-23T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:04:32.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/T/theparcel/1106539192_battered.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112218507249923991?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112218507249923991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112218507249923991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112218507249923991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112218507249923991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/funny.html' title='funny'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112211402087019847</id><published>2005-07-23T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:20:21.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff from your favorite Neo-Con.</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHH life is good. Today was pay day. That means money in the bank and another monthly trust-fund check. :) Wendsday Kevin came over and brought me presents. (Thanks Guy!) He bought me a new X-box controller that has neon built into it so it glows green. HEY IT APPEALS TO THE RAVER INSIDE ME! Also a copy of Tony Hawk: Underground 2 for ps2. He found out that I was a huge Bam Margera fan. He also saw the shrine that I have erected in Bam's honnor. Yes the picture of me with Don Vito, Bam, Rabb himself, and Dunn is still fraimed and has candles next to it. Dont worry I still have yet to start sacraficeing virgins and danceing around it like a heatheon. Lissan came over thursday, chineese food and a quiet evening at home it was. I found out something about her. NEVER, and I mean NEVER PLAY MY GIRLFRIEND IN FIGHTING GAMES!!!!!! She beat my ass in Mortal Kombat: Deception. (Yah Yah Yah keep saying it Jay got his ass kicked by a girl! Thats ok when we went old skool Mortal Kombat, I turned the tide.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a more searious note. There have been alot of atacks in london lately. London police cought a suspected terrorist and empited five shots into his head. I have already heard what the left is saying. "POLICE BRUTALTITY!!!!!" You know what that is just how they do shit over their in Europe. Ask Shark about the times with the polizi in Germany. Hell when I was in Russia the Politiburo beat the shit out of this guy with wooden sticks in the middle of St. Peters squair! I think they did right with the whole thing! I realize that the guy they cought was not one of the ones putting bombs on the train, but HE WAS A SUSPECT!!!! They said freeze, and he ran. Its his own damn falt. Britten my hats off to you and the entire police force. Or as you guys say "Cheers. Bob's your uncle, no worries!" (Thanks Nattalie my soccer hooligan friend). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now return you to our regular jackassitry already in progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to my moms house today. She needed me to figure out how to set the clock on the TIVO and fix the answering machine. So I showed up bright and early at 7:00 am. I got the CD player from the family room and moved it upstairs to her bed room and made her wake up to the soothing sounds of Ministry's: New Word Order at the volume cranked all the way up. She made a vallid point after words. She said that she hopes I never get kidnapped. for 2 reasons. Number 1, She would send no ransome money. Number 2, the kidnappers would probably pay her to take me back like in the book "The Ransome of Red Chief". Oh well I must get going. Till next time stay classy world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112211402087019847?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112211402087019847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112211402087019847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112211402087019847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112211402087019847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/stuff-from-your-favorite-neo-con.html' title='stuff from your favorite Neo-Con.'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112176614425627656</id><published>2005-07-19T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T02:43:00.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another movie for people who like movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/4920000/4924192.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first "real" book I ever decided to read (meaning it was not required reading.) Was a book by Tom Clancy called "Rainbow Six". Now the videogames are in my top ten (I have all of them). It just seemed like the first videogame I ever played that had somewhat of a beleaveable storyline that could actualy happen. (If anyone on X-Box live has Rainbow six 3 or Rainbow Six 3: Raven Shield. Hit me up and I'd love to play a game. The Live tag is &lt;i&gt;JFLINGSPOO&lt;/i&gt;) So I picked up a coppy of the book. Rummor for the last few years is that they are makeing a movie on it. Some of the stuff I have found out is John Woo is directing and Matt Dameian is to play John Clark. (I always did like Clark better then Jack Ryan. Clark is ALOT DARKER!) If you liked the movie S.W.A.T. its alot like it. The movie is due for release in 2007. Check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112176614425627656?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112176614425627656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112176614425627656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112176614425627656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112176614425627656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-movie-for-people-who-like.html' title='Another movie for people who like movies'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112175471855625769</id><published>2005-07-18T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:31:58.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being evil and haveing fun at the same time.</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I met up with an old fling of mine named Lauren. Some of you might remember her. She was sitting at home and the kids were at day care, husband was at work. So we met up at our old haunt "The U-City Loope". I figured the post she left on my tag board needs an explanation. Well we had lunch at Fitz's then just walked around and chit chatted. While we were walking around she notaced that I was getting "that gleam" in my eyes. (we all know the one) She then notaced that I was fixed on some person across the street outside "Vintage Vynal". That person was a peddler that kept asking for handouts. Now before I continue with the story. Let me inform everyone that Lauren is also a conservative and thinks alot like myself. I asked her if she had a scanner at her house, and if I could borrow it to pull a prank.  Her house is only a few min. away from the loope going down delmar. (You should see it! ITS HUGE!!!!) when we got their I used her scanner and photo shop to scan a $100 bill. I printed it out. and made 7 of them. You could tell they were fake because I used a peace of tape to hold the two sides together. We drove back to the loope and parked over by fitz's. We walked over across the street. We stood over by where the begger was. I started talking to lauren about the usual shit. We were maybe 38 secconds in our conversation when suddenly I heard: "Sir do you have any money you can spare me I have no food, no home, blah, blah, blah, blah.... It was at this point that I looked at Lauren and asked her for a light. Out came her lighter and I lit one of the fake $100 bills on fire then lit my cigeret.  Wow I have never seen a growen man burst into tears like that. (except that one time I saw a guy get kicked in the nuts... HARD!) then I dropped it and he went running after it. Man he was pissed when he found out it was a fake.  I love being me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112175471855625769?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112175471855625769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112175471855625769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112175471855625769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112175471855625769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/being-evil-and-haveing-fun-at-same.html' title='being evil and haveing fun at the same time.'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112166116977855751</id><published>2005-07-17T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T03:15:06.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You all need to see this when it comes out.</title><content type='html'>For the last few years I have been involved with Underground Explorers. (or UE as us peeps in the biz call it) If you dont know what UE is, its where you break into abandon buildings, or go behind those doors that say "do not open". You look around, take a few pics, and then leave. Some of the places I have been to are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hunter Packageing Plant&lt;br /&gt;2. City Hospital (prior to the fences going up)&lt;br /&gt;3. The abandon train station off of christopher rd. (now demolished)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing this has lead me to do go look at other abandon places on the web. The most intresting of these is abandon insane asslyams. There is something about them all the drama that went on, the history, the archatecture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two movies are comeing out about one of these abandon asslyams. They are actualy about one of the more famous ones Waverly Hills. It was a Tuberculosis hospital and insane asslyam. Fox's Most Haunted Places In America did a show there. Some of the stories they talked about were room 502. The Nurse’s stations 502 and 506 looked over these two rooms in 18 hour shifts. The patients had to go to a half door at these stations to get their food and medicine or to use the restroom, which was adjacent to the nurse’s station. In 1928, the head nurse in room 502 was found dead in this room. She had hanged herself from the light fixture in an apparent fit of depression. According to further research, she was 29 years-old at the time, unmarried and pregnant. It is unknown just how long she may have been left hanging in this room before her body was finally discovered. Her death was ruled a suicide by the county coroner’s office. And this was not the final tragedy to occur here. Shadow people being seen, and even Nurses and Doctors walking the halls that have long since left the hospital. One of the most disturbing things, was a guard seeing an old woman running from the front door with her wrists bleeding screaming “help me, somebody save me!” The "death chute" is anouther intresting thing. During the peak years of tuberculosis there were alot of deaths at the sanatorium, and the staff realized that it would be very discouraging for patients to look out the windows and see hearses pulling up and taking away people who had died. Try to imagine yourself being administered to the sanatorium with a diagnosis of having TB. It is the late 1920's, and antibiotics have not been invented yet. So, you realize that you have a chance to get cured and live, but...you could die too if the treatments they gave you didn't work well enough. Now, imagine how discouraged you would feel if you looked out from your assigned room, and when you pull the curtains back...you see people who have died being picked up with a hearse. And to make matters worse...you see that perhaps many times throughout a day. It would be so emotionally depressing to you that you might give up the fight to live. Then ....your bodies defenses dwindle. It is a known fact that if a person gets very depressed emotionally....it can affect their bodies defense system to the point that it may not fight off a disease as well as if the person is in good spirits. So, that is the reason why the staff at Waverly would sneak the bodies down through this tunnel to the hurse at the bottem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two moves are being made about this place. They are due for release in October of '05. (right around Halloween I assume.) Links to the movie pages are below. Just click on the poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(click here for info on &lt;a href="http://www.prairieghosts.com/waverly_tb.html"&gt;Waverly Hills Info&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spooked.org"&gt;&lt;img src="http://whsron46.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/.pond/mergespooktxt.jpg.w300h370.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deathtunnel.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://whsron46.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/.pond/death_tunnel_lg.jpg.w300h381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112166116977855751?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112166116977855751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112166116977855751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112166116977855751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112166116977855751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-all-need-to-see-this-when-it-comes.html' title='You all need to see this when it comes out.'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112149340171037478</id><published>2005-07-15T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:56:41.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the left and a glass of kool-aid</title><content type='html'>I have always had a hard time understanding libral logic. At my Young Republican's (or "Bush youth" as my mom calls it) meeting, &lt;a href="http://www.971talk.com/weekdays/glover_dave.aspx"&gt;Dave Glover&lt;/a&gt; bless his heart finaly explaned it to me. The librals get their way in the world by crying, moaning, bitching, and over analizeing every move the Bush administration makes. It works like this... The Republicans have a HUGE majority in congress right now. They all vote for Soda to drink. Then the loudest, angriest, most annoying democrat has to say something. (Its usualy Boxster, Kennedy, or Clinton who will do this) They stand up and say: "We cant drink soda! It has to much sugar! It makes people fat, and has cafeene in it wich has been knowen to cause heart atacks! Also the red dye number 5 will give you cancer! Don't drink the soda you'll die!!!!" So they start running around the room in circles screaming "KOOL-AID, KOOL-AID, KOOL-AID, KOOL-AID, KOOL-AID, KOOL-AID!" So to get them to shut the hell up, we try to meet them half way and offer them Diet Soda. But thats no good because the democrat is still saying "No we want Kool-aid!" So just as an apeasement we give them a bag of sugar. This quiets them for about 3 days. (an example of this is with the "Ten comandments case" They wanted the cross not to be displayed in public places, so the republicans said ok. A cupple of years later they then tried to get rid of the ten comandments infront of a {I think it was in Arkansas, but I could be wrong}court house.)So they are then back to screaming: "KOOL-AID, KOOL-AID, KOOL-AID, KOOL-AID, KOOL-AID, KOOL-AID!" The problem is that they are not realizeing that we as a people voted for the representaves in congress right now. We as a people also voted for Republicans in congress. So by that logic its the same as 954 people voteing for Soda and 28 voteing for Kool-aid and 1 wanting watter. (We do have one independedt congress member) The point of all of this is that certin people (I know of atleast 1 person) keep yelling about how bad the republicans are. Keep yelling for your kool-aid! Do it keep yelling! Your outnumbered. You might get us to bend a little but we sure as shit arnt going to break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112149340171037478?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112149340171037478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112149340171037478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112149340171037478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112149340171037478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/left-and-glass-of-kool-aid.html' title='the left and a glass of kool-aid'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112106003682116023</id><published>2005-07-10T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T22:33:56.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>On my other blog I had some interesting replies to this. (Lissan if your reading this the two chicks were ex-gf's of mine) Lets see what makes Jay tick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;02. I will then tell what song/movie/icon reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;03. if I were to apply an o'clock to you, I'll tell you what it would be.&lt;br /&gt;04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.&lt;br /&gt;05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.&lt;br /&gt;06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;08. Put this in your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. how big of an enigma you are&lt;br /&gt;02. Vince Vaughn&lt;br /&gt;03. 4:00 am the time that the OZ is closing&lt;br /&gt;04. Trouble&lt;br /&gt;05. The night at Brads apartment&lt;br /&gt;06. A house cat&lt;br /&gt;07. How many girls have you gone on a "date" with besides me?&lt;br /&gt;08. Put this in your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just to let you know jenny last count was 43 (per Jan 2003 estament).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Your ability to be charismatic&lt;br /&gt;02. Bam Margera - What are you going to do now Jay?&lt;br /&gt;03. 2:15 pm the time you would pick me up after school.&lt;br /&gt;04. Brat!!!!&lt;br /&gt;05. The night we sat outside Ted Drews in your Tempo and right when you said you loved me, a telephone pole got hit by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;06. Lets see if you can remember this, a tiger that screws and winks. :P&lt;br /&gt;07. How one person can have so much dumb luck in life.&lt;br /&gt;08. Put this in your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lauren, its not so much dumb luck as it is my ability to bull-shit. Those were some good times we had. I never did fix that bed post. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112106003682116023?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112106003682116023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112106003682116023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112106003682116023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112106003682116023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-112087670726636973</id><published>2005-07-08T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T19:38:27.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting in my car today rocking out to my iPod. The song B.Y.O.B. came on by System of a down. I never really lisitened to what the words of the song were. But something stuck out at me. It was this vurse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do they always send the poor? [X3]&lt;br /&gt;Why, do, they always send the poor [X3]&lt;br /&gt;They only send the poor [x2]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase you didnt know this song is an anti-Iraq war song. Case in point are these vurses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!&lt;br /&gt;My god is of spiteful blood with morbid eels.&lt;br /&gt;Victorious, victorious, steel,&lt;br /&gt;Can you stand and kneel?&lt;br /&gt;Marching forward hypocritic&lt;br /&gt;and hypnotic computers.&lt;br /&gt;You depend on our protection,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.&lt;br /&gt;la la la la la la la la la,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kneeling roses disappearing,&lt;br /&gt;into Moses’ dry mouth,&lt;br /&gt;breaking into Fort Knox,&lt;br /&gt;stealing our intentions,&lt;br /&gt;every city gripped in oil,&lt;br /&gt;Crying FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I myself don't get it. This song is not as offenceave to me as "Mosh" by Emenem. (i was calling for blood after seeing that video) System of the down gets their point across and it is somewhat intelegent. I signed up with the Air Force. I was by no means brought up in a poor household. I always got everything I wanted when ever I wanted. (I still do! HA HA HA!) So I get to go off to war, I'm not poor. So who the hell wrote that demographic to that song? Also its a totaly volentter milatery over there. We havent conscripted anyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-112087670726636973?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112087670726636973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=112087670726636973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112087670726636973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/112087670726636973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-111976651446702023</id><published>2005-06-25T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:15:14.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an update and a few laughs</title><content type='html'>So I am down to 235 lbs. I was pushing 260. (I cant beleave what a lard ass I use to be. ) I cant wait! I am soooo ready for this. So I wanted to share some of the Air Force humor I have heard in the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard in the recruteing office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The press will always write it's bombing, bombing, bombing. It's not bombing, it's air support." - Tech Sargent Jason Andrews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chicks like Air Force pilots because we do it at mach 1!" - Airmen 1st class Andrew Dansel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny pics &amp;amp; movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/movies/52/Air+Force+Fun/stream"&gt;The Marshaling Dance &lt;/a&gt;- Good job Airmen! Those look like standard signals to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chairforce.com/easy-chair/funny-photos/pages/usaf-bobafett.htm"&gt;U.S. Air Force or Boba Fet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chairforce.com/easy-chair/funny-photos/pages/truck-missiles.htm"&gt;Baloon missle?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Force Enlisted Intelligence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the Services, the Air Force has the most intelligent enlisted people. This is not just theory; it's provable fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Army. When the shit hits the fan, the young Army private wakes up to the bellowing of his First Sergeant. He grabs his BDUs out of his foot locker, dresses, runs to the chow-hall for breakfast on the fly, then jumps in his tank. Pretty soon, the company commander, a captain, arrives, gives him a big salute, and says, "Give 'em Hell, soldier!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take the Navy. When the shit hits the fan, the young Sailor is eating breakfast in the mess. He hustles the 20 feet to his battle station, stuffing extra pastries in his pocket as he goes. There he sits, in the middle of a big, steel target, with nowhere to run, when the Captain comes on the 1MC and says, "Give 'em Hell, Sailors! I salute you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take the Marines. When the shit hits the fan, the young Marine is kicked out of bed by his First Sergeant and puts on the muddy set of BDUs he was wearing on the field exercise he was part of three hours earlier. He gets no breakfast, but is told to feel free to chew on his boots. He runs out and forms up with his rifle. Pretty soon, his company commander, a captain, comes out, gives the Marine a sharp salute, and says, "Give 'em Hell, Marine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the Air Force. When the shit hits the fan, the Airman receives a phone call at his off-base quarters. He gets up, showers, shaves, and puts on the fresh uniform he picked up from the BX cleaners the day before. On his drive to work, he cruises through the local fastfood drive-thru for an Egg McMuffin and a Coke. Once at work, he signs in on the duty roster. He proceeds to his F-15, spends 30 minutes pre-flighting it, and signs off the forms. Pretty soon the pilot, a young captain, arrives, straps into the jet, and starts the engines. Our young Airman stands at attention, gives the aviator a sharp salute, and says, "Give 'em Hell, Captain!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-111976651446702023?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111976651446702023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=111976651446702023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/111976651446702023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/111976651446702023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/06/update-and-few-laughs.html' title='an update and a few laughs'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-111554192009587728</id><published>2005-05-08T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:45:20.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fond adue</title><content type='html'>This will be my last ever blog... (atleast on this site). To update you all, I have moved into an apartment in Oakville. I never really had a plan in life. I never really needed one or ever felt the need for one. But as a great 80's rocker once said "The times, they are a changeing!" I have receave alot of critacism on this site for supporting Presadent Bush, the war in Iraq, and just being a down right jack ass. There comes a time in all of this that you have to put up or shut up. So friday I went to a recruteing center. I just signed up with the United States Air Force. I ship out to boot in 9 months at Lackland AB in Texas. Now I know what your saying... YEAH RIGHT JAY! But I have my reasons for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Presadent Bush said "Our numbers are down" in the Milatery (air force its down 3 to 1). So I guess I ought to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have no direction in life, this might give me some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm NOT a trigger puller, so the Navy, USMC, and Army are out! (disclaimer, I may not pull a trigger, but I will drop a bomb on someone if it means our country is safer. Even if they are 4 years old and holding a teddy bear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Its just something I feal I need to do. My family has always gotten involved in any world conflict. A Winkelmann has not gotten involved since Vietnam, we are about due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a cupple of last things I want to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Lissan: Baby I know you don't want me to do this. Dont worry I love you we arnt breaking up over this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@my mom: Even though your a war protester and a left wing nut who voted for Nader. I still respect you, Like I said were about due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Wendy: sis, dont worry I'm not gona get killed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Joe D: Thanks for the advice. Josh said during these next months while I'm PTing your invited to give me a "red face wake up" any day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Josh Z: Thank you for all your help durring these months. Good luck in the USMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those of you who think I cant do this... Go fuck yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now a song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go into the wild blue yonder, &lt;br /&gt;Climbing high into the sun;&lt;br /&gt;Here they come zooming to meet our thunder, &lt;br /&gt;At 'em boys, Give 'er the gun! (Give 'er the gun now!) &lt;br /&gt;Down we dive, spouting our flame from under,&lt;br /&gt;Off with one helluva roar! &lt;br /&gt;We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey! &lt;br /&gt;Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-111554192009587728?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111554192009587728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=111554192009587728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/111554192009587728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/111554192009587728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/05/fond-adue.html' title='A fond adue'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110811942826553323</id><published>2005-02-11T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T02:57:08.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff I hate and stuff I love</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention. That someone I know is acting like a rat. I refuse to name names. But he knows who he is. Last night at around 12:30 am my girlfriend called me up at work crying her eyes out. Now it pains me to see someone I love crying. I usually am a cold crewel person. But when it comes to Lissan, all bets are fucking off! He informed her brother of my past and everything in it. About how I cheated on Francheska (That’s old news dude, get over it!), did some dealings with a few shady people (It was NOT drugs, just a few white collar people), and supposedly cheated on her the first time we were together. All of this is true except for the last one. I never cheated on her. That was a fictional dream that all of you created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event happened 5 years ago. What had happened was I was at lunch at “Hooters” with a few of the guys. Our waitress was a girl by the name of Mindy Adams. She was a very nice girl who brought us our beer quickly. Long story short,  my friends and I paid our bill and left. We were goofing around in the parking lot like most 19 year olds (yes I know I was drinking under age, sue me!), when Mindy came out. Her Boyfriend was their to pick her up. My friend at the time Chris Newpert  waved to her. It was at that point I turned around. The guy then said something to her and raised his hand and smacked her. Now I was always taught you NEVER HIT A WOMAN! Even if she deserves it, you just don’t. So off I went to my car. Got out a tire iron… I walked over and tapped him in the shoulder. When he turned around I swung the tire iron as hard as I could and hit him square in the jaw. The dude fell on the ground and was out cold. I then looked at Mindy and asked if she was ok. She said she was fine gave me her phone number and said she wanted to buy me dinner to say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets flash forward to when I got home. I called Mindy, and asked if the guy was going to press any charges. She said no because if he would have she would have went to the cops and said he was lieing and that he was beating her. We set a date for dinner, and I got off the phone. I then log on to the net and start chatting with a friend of mine at the time named Dan Campeasi (sorry Dan if I miss spelled your last name, no hard feelings dude). I tell him the whole story. Dan then tells Jess. Jess then tells Lissan. Jess makes it sound like I was going on a date with her, Lissan spins that around into I am cheating on her.  We then break up. Because I was being framed, and she didn’t trust me. I didn’t cheat on her. I really didn’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mr. Rat knows what really went down. Good try at breaking us up. You need to realize the bond that Lissan and I have is much stronger than anything you could do. She’s my girlfriend, for life.  So have a nice life and when I get to hell, I’ll see you there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lissan, baby I love you. You know I love you. We know what really happed in our relationship. I love you for not only what you are. But for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you have made of me. I love you for the part of me you bring out. Trust me this will not go unpunished.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110811942826553323?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110811942826553323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110811942826553323' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110811942826553323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110811942826553323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/stuff-i-hate-and-stuff-i-love.html' title='stuff I hate and stuff I love'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110804761268566937</id><published>2005-02-10T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T07:03:34.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Might be a street racer if....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.automotive.com/photo_select/lm_volkswagen.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.automotive.com/photo_select/lm_mitsubishi.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.automotive.com/photo_select/lm_honda.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.automotive.com/photo_select/lm_mazda.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.automotive.com/photo_select/lm_audi.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.automotive.com/photo_select/lm_mercedes-benz.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.automotive.com/photo_select/lm_toyota.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.automotive.com/photo_select/lm_scion.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a racer if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The requirements you give your real estate agent are (in order of importance):&lt;br /&gt;8 car climate controlled garage with an attached shop.&lt;br /&gt;Outside parking for 6 cars, a motorhome, a crew cab duelly, a 28' enclosed trailer and a 34' 5th wheel.&lt;br /&gt;3 phase 220V outlets in the garage for your welder.&lt;br /&gt;A grease pit.&lt;br /&gt;Convenient to a hazardous waste disposal site.&lt;br /&gt;Deaf neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;Across the street from a paint and body shop.&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of house with a working toilet on the property somewhere -or- hookups for the motorhome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something falls off of the car, you wonder how much weight you just saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call home from Montreal, instead of saying "Hi Daddy," your 3 year old son asks who has the pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some hesitation, you still get depressed on the first of May. (Jay Lay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always do a toe &amp; heel down shift while whoever might be your passenger gives you a real funny look. (Guilty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always late apex the intersection and try to pass a few cars coming out. (Joe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always try to find the fastest line through the turn (not necessarily going fast). (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always want to change something in your street car to make it handle better. (Steve!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your spouse met at a race track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are happiest when your street car's tires are worn to racing depth. ( wear bars showing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one to get scared to see a wreck while watching a race on TV with 10 other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only person in your office who doesn't mind wearing a multilayer suit in 100+ degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You astound the clerk at Sears by bringing in a snapped breaker bar every other week or so. (Steve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bought a race car before buying a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bought a race car before buying furniture for the new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You buy Gatorade by the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You buy new parts because you don't know where you put the spares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You buy real cheap tires for your street car, so you can save $$$ for the real (race) tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came back early from your honeymoon in order to attend driver's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can change *hot* differentials in less than 20 min. (Steve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can look the hotel clerk straight in the eye and say "One adult, and could I have some extra towels?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lose five pounds on a July afternoon while eating chili dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can set the valve lash in less than 10 min. (Jay Lay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't remember when you last worked on weekdays and rested on weekends. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't stand anyone telling others how to drive. Of course, you are the best. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't stand understeer. (guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't understand why Jeff Foxworthy finds anything wrong with owning a car or two that doesn't run (at the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You change engine oil every other week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain about how long it takes AAA to dispatch a wrecker/tilt-bed to your disabled car (you know, more than 1 minute or so...). (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain about how the police officer could use better body language, more exaggerated motions, etc. when directing traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain the seatbelts in the family car aren't tight enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain when cars in front of you on highway off-ramps don't stay on the line, causing your exit speed to drop. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider a test drive successful if you get the salesguy to whimper. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You created a huge fire in your back yard when you used left over Pure Firebird racing gasoline to light your charcoal grill. (STEVE! He almost burned the house down too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You critique the way people wave the flags at a parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You disappear into the bathroom for hours when a new racing catalog arrives in the mail. (The reading material in your bathroom consists of auto parts and racing supply catalogs, several books written by famous drivers, every book Carroll Smith has ever written and 400 car magazines, none of which have centerfolds.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You discover that the only thing you record on TV is racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do more catalog shopping than your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind working on hot parts. (Well, you do *mind* but still do it.). (Jay Lay, steve!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see anything unusual in cording a set of tires in just a few hours' driving. (Steve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drill out your street car's pedals so you can go "faster." (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy driving in the rain on the way to work (or school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You evaluate on-coming traffic as to their "parts" value.&lt;br /&gt;You explain to a brand new teenage driver in training that her dad doesn't know what he's talking about when he wants her hand position at 10 &amp;amp; 2 o'clock on the steering. (But dad said...). (Guilty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel compelled, on a road trip, to beat your previous best time. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel naked in your street car without a roll cage and a five point harness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find that you need a new house because you've outgrown your garage and the neighbors are threatening violence if you park one more vehicle on the street or in the front yard. (Joe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fix the race car before you fix your daily driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fix things around the house (kid's bikes, etc.) with grade 8 bolts and nylock nuts from your parts bins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a parts cleaner as a wedding gift and both bride and groom are thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get ticked off when drivers don't wave at you when you are standing on a street corner waving at them. (Ruma!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get upset if you don't hear the rumble of Bots-Dots at the entrance, apex and exit of every corner on your drive to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your first car manufactuer tee shirt and you are really excited. (Guilty as hell!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give out [your favorite racing catalog here]'s number when a friend asks for the best hardware store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to play golf, and call the caddies "workers"; you also finish playing "at the beer" instead of the 19th hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to the races so you can see your son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to stop at an apple orchard to pick dinner while towing back from Elkhart Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your "Glamour Shots" pictures taken in your racing suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hang on for dear life when you drive with non racing friends in their souped up, turbo charged or V8 street cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate long distance driving, but you will gladly drive 800 miles to the race track. (Steve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a "home" toolbox and an "away" toolbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a large piece of piston mounted on a wall plaque in your living room. (Steve!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a separate drawer for 'garage clothes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a solvent tank *and* a pressure washer in your shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a solvent tank in your shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an immaculate car which you drive one day a week, and the vehicle that gets you around the other 6 days is rusted, covered with duct tape, and has a pair of Vise Grips(r) holding the clutch cable together. You promise yourself you'll fix it right after this season, or when you need your Vise Grips for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have car parts in your cubicle at work. (Guilty, still have the Tac I busted the needel on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have enough spare parts to build another car. (Steve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have more pictures of race cars on you desk than one of your wife or kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have more than one roll of duct tape around the house (the handyman's secret weapon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have never critiqued the driving skills of Daisy Duke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no problem adding 45 mph (or more) to the real answer of...How fast do you go? (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have really unique ashtrays to use when your friends who smoke come over (made by J&amp;E and ROSS) . (Jay Lay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the "Shift-O-Matic" sitting on your desk. (The "Shift-O-Matic" happens to be a toilet plunger with a shifter attached with Porsche crest) And while meeting with your staff you run through the gears making rude noises and an occasional squealing sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have tried to figure out how to put air conditioning and a toilet in your garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear "727" and think of "Chrysler" instead of "Boeing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear "Darlington" and think of "asphalt" and "NASCAR circuit" instead of "silicon" and "compound circuit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear "overcooked it" and think "off the track" instead of "Denny's." (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the police just arrested some hooker down the street and wonder what the tow truck driver did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep replaying the last race weekend over and over in your mind while quasi-listening to relatives' last fishing trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep thinking you can squeeze in just one more session of track time as the sun sets over turn 2 at Willow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know dear that orthodontic work is the equivalent of three sets of tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to hit the apex on every corner between your house and your job. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to properly pronounce "Ligier." (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know more than one racer supply house that recognizes your voice and greets you by name when you call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know people who know you by your class letter, car number, and car color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know people who know you by your deviations: "Oh, you are the one stuck in the mud at Lime Rock last weekend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that a "bird cage" is not for holding birds and a "Jacobs ladder" is not for climbing. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at the fire hydrant at that corner and see an apex marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at the purchase of tools as a long term investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look longingly at shopping mall parking lots as alternatives to street courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make turbocharger noises while walking down the street. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You measure all family acquisitions in terms of the number of race car parts that could have been purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You memorized the menu at Denny's. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a politically correct racer if instead of complaining about the slow driver that swerved in front of you and scared the crap out of you, you stated; "The driver, who was velocity-challenged, changed lanes in front of me, since he was not a slave to the linear thought process of Western civilization, and I experienced a fecal matter deficit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick up the phone and say, "Race Control, this is...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan all your vacations around racing and your wife says,"not this year again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan your social life around the racing schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan your wedding around the race schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to drive yourself when going someplace in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put a Flowmaster muffler on a car that doesn't need it, just so you can enjoy the sounds of gear changes. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put all the race car receipts you can under "Auto Repair Expense" on your annual budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You quietly ignore the question...How fast do you go? (Joe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really believe that waxing your car causes either bodywork damage or sudden, torrential downpours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You refer to the corner down the street from your house as "Turn One."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the dates and details of every race you've ever been in, but can't remember your phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reply "Synthetic or organic?" to a neighbor's query "Do you have any oil?" (to which they reply, "Vegetable or corn."). (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You save broken car parts as "mementos." (Joe, Jay Lay... How many clutch plates are you guys up to?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a "Flagger Ahead" sign and check to see if you know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You select pets based on their ability to survive a weekend alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You send your parents a gift certificate for their 50th Wedding anniversary dinner out, because its a race weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes hear little noises from your passengers when you get on the throttle right after turning in. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You "soup up" everything you come in contact with. (Steve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend all week explaining to your wife or girlfriend that when you said there was a new hooker at the track, it wasn't what she thought. (Mark!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend lunch hour reading the latest racing magazines instead of eating with the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to work the races so you can talk to your son in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stick your arm out the window and raise it straight up before turning into your driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take notes about reckless driving and rude hand gestures of other drivers towards you or other drivers. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take your helmet along when you go to buy new eyeglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell a friend you need to clean up the head this weekend and they think you mean the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell your neighbor you need them brushes for a generator/alternator and they give you a funny look when they've asked to borrow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think a used Goodyear F1 qualifier and a slab of glass constitutes a coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Robert Mitchum can sing (see the movie "Thunder Road").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that traction control and ABS are for those who can't drive. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the last line of the Star Spangled Banner is: "Racers, start your engines!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the primary purpose for wings is to PREVENT flight. (Steve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thoroughly enjoy showing the tailgater behind how to drive around a highway off-ramp. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to explain to non racers that they don't have to be going over 100 mph to loose control of their car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to get home in time for RPM tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to impress new acquaintances with your heel and toe skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to justify your hobby as continuing education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to have money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk around the paddock area with white pants, racing tee shirt, racing hat and you feel like you really belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk proper lines through the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear a Turner Belt in your daily driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear long underwear in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will gladly pay up to $6 for a bottle of engine oil. (Guilty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will spend months evaluating replacement tire performance, but not once think of tire wear as a factor. (Steve!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will spend the rainy day crewing/working on someone else car, of course outside in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;You will spend the rainy day working a corner at the race track in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder why the hotel air-conditioning can't keep up with 12 people sleeping in the same room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore Nomex socks to your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 75 year old parents watch ESPN and TNN's "Raceday" to see if you're on it as you haven't called them in 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for a tow vehicle and still haven't bought furniture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're registered for wedding gifts at Pegasus and Racer Wholesale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're tired of people asking how fast your car is and expecting to hear the top speed in MPH, not a lap time at some local track. (Steve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too ill to go to work, but the same illness doesn't keep you from going racing. (Jay Lay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've actually heard of the Clark Gable movie "To Please a Lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been known to yell "It means 'check your mirrors' dammit!" at your television. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been to driver's school and didn't even have a ticket! (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ever had to explain the term "pucker factor." (Mark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ever repaired your lawn mower with AN hardware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ever spent $100 for a battery that was three pounds lighter, when you were twenty pounds over weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ever tried to convince your wife you needed that flow bench to fix the air filter on her station wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ever wondered how much a u-joint weighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've found that the guys at the local tire store laugh when you come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've found your lawnmower runs pretty good on 108 octane gas (but doesn't particularly care for alcohol). (Steve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got 3 immaculate race cars always race ready, but your wife has to nag you for 2 months before you fix the headlight in her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've noticed that the UPS truck stops at your house more than any other house on the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've paid $4.00 a gallon for gas without complaining... (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "daily driver" is continuously being mistaken for an abandoned car as you haven't taken the time to wash it in over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 2 1/2 year old daughter and 4 year old son fight over who is going to be Jimmy Vassar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 2 year old son knows the meanings of all the flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your answer to "How was your weekend?" is always: "And you do this for fun? Right?" (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your back yard is three inches higher than your front yard due to all the mud you've blasted out from the undercarriage (also for your hobby stock types). (Joe!, Steve!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best suit has a zipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your children are named after famous race car drivers (and one or more of them were&lt;br /&gt;conceived at a race track).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Christmas list begins with a Webster gearbox and Carrillo rods (and your 'significant other' knows what these are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your criteria for selecting a significant other include auto repair skills. Air tools optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter was an SCCA member when she was 1 day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your doctor checks your reflexes by hitting your knee and your foot goes to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dogs' favorite toys are old race tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your e-mail address refers to your race car rather than to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your family brings the couch into the garage so they can spend some time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your family remembers your hair color as "grease."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first date involves asking her to crew for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends don't recognize you without a helmet and driver's suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your garage holds more cars than your house has bedrooms. (joe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your granddaughter's reply to "We're going to Willow this weekend" is: "I don't have any white jeans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your grandmother is shocked to find you have a pair of jammies that cost $400 and the seat doesn't even drop down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your idea of an evening's entertainment involves multiple multi-car collisions - with yourself as the pachinko ball (for you hobby stock types).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last several freeway forays included just brushing the curbs as you apexed the on-ramps perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lawn mower has a fuel cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your minivan was ordered with a rear sway bar, heavy duty shocks and you are contemplating putting stickies on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your racing budget is one of the big 3 - mortgage, car payments, day care, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your socks in the drawer are all nomex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your street car has last season's race rubber mounted on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your street car's tires are uni-directional and Z rated. (Guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wife can never find enough hangers in the house 'cause you've used all the wire ones as welding rod. (Steve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wife decides to become a race official so she'll see more of you during the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wife says, "If you buy another set of tires, I'm getting a new mink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110804761268566937?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110804761268566937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110804761268566937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110804761268566937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110804761268566937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-might-be-street-racer-if.html' title='You Might be a street racer if....'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110803640949006133</id><published>2005-02-10T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T03:53:29.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Today Kennedy claims the US military is mired in a tactical 'quagmire' just as loudly and illegitimately as he did in the 1960's when he was protesting his brother's war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is doing it for the same reasons as well, not because it is the truth but for political gain. His tired and unfounded conspiracy theories about how we came to be in Iraq established, Kennedy is now demanding that President Bush expose an 'exit strategy' for disengaging our troops from Iraq. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two obvious eyebrow-raisers here are: 1) we all know our 'exit strategy' -- a stable, self-sufficient, democratic Iraq, and 2) publicizing our military strategies is definitely not a product of 'enlightened' thinking. Instead it is incredibly stupid. It gives our enemy information on just how long they have to hold out until they can be victorious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an award for incompetence in military strategy were created, Kennedy would be honored for lifetime achievement. He has never been on the winning side of any US conflict and has demonstrated a desire to aid the enemy with his rhetoric and obstructionism. Why in God's name should we ever listen to this man in matters of conflict?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emphasis mine. Bravo. The Churchill Salvato speaks of in his title is the traitor Ward Churchill from the University of Colorado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110803640949006133?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110803640949006133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110803640949006133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110803640949006133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110803640949006133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-kennedy-claims-us-military-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110802439918246995</id><published>2005-02-10T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T00:33:19.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syntax</title><content type='html'>This is for the beaver. Alot of shit has been flying around lately. It's as if I'm in for a repeet of 2003. For me 2003 was a shitty year. My dad had passed away. I was devorced. I had to actualy grow up a little bit and assume head of my family. My mom went into a downward spiral of depression. So your probably asking Jay WTF is the point of this? The point is that One of my friends parents is getting a devorce. Its never a good thing when cupples split. (except in my case, my ex-wife was a whore) I really dont have anything profound to say. Its that the next month to month and a half is going to be some rough water. Just remember what wont kill you can only make you stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110802439918246995?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110802439918246995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110802439918246995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110802439918246995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110802439918246995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/syntax.html' title='Syntax'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110781069644700354</id><published>2005-02-07T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T13:11:36.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunes for Racing</title><content type='html'>Ok the CD is done. Here is the Track list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Born too slow - The Crystal Method&lt;br /&gt;2. Rock is dead - Meralyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;3. Feaver fo tha flava - Hot action cop&lt;br /&gt;4. Rollin (Urban Assault Vehical mix) - Limp Bizket&lt;br /&gt;5. It's not enough - gravity kills&lt;br /&gt;6. Act a fool - Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;7. Pump it up - Joe Budden&lt;br /&gt;8. Name of the game - the crystal method&lt;br /&gt;9. Get Back - ludacris&lt;br /&gt;10. Leave you far behind - lunatic Calm&lt;br /&gt;11. Race wars - BT&lt;br /&gt;12. click click boom - Saliva&lt;br /&gt;13. Super Star - Saliva&lt;br /&gt;14. Dominic's story - BT (one of my personal favs for racing!)&lt;br /&gt;15. Crawling in the dark - hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110781069644700354?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110781069644700354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110781069644700354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110781069644700354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110781069644700354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/tunes-for-racing.html' title='Tunes for Racing'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110778906995991951</id><published>2005-02-07T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T07:11:09.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobies, G-tecing, and more street racing</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh mardi gras. The only time it is ok to be French. Well the crew and I went down to Soulard. Thanks to camera phones we got a bunch of good pics of chicks showing off their tits. My girlfriend didnt seem to care as long as she was present. After all the clubs, beer, and boobs Saturday night. Sunday night we decided its time to get the cars ready for Spring. So the old roomies and our girlfriends, along with a few other peeps. Started G-tecing our cars. For those of us who dont speek racer. G-tec is where you find out what you car will do in a quarter mile. Joe and Jay-Lay raced their cavie's in a quarter mile race. We had Lissan drop the flag. Jay-Lay lost by .522 secconds. It was funny because I think we clocked them doing 128. The civic is doing 13.8 (dear God thank you for direct port nitrus) in the quarter, then just for laughs and grins. I found out my Element will do it in 15.7 (Thats after dumping the clutch at 6,500 RPM's) Steves slowmarro (I call it that, its actualy a 2002 comarro with a LS1 in it with a ungodly amount of things done to the car.) ran a 10.2 Ruma's Dodge Dart clocked in at 11.5 and Mark's Dodge Neon came in at 14.7 Then we did the St. Louis Circut. hwy 270 / 255 start at Joe's house then take the highway around the entire city. It looked like the scramble from 2 fast 2 furious. when we all came flying out onto the entrence ramp.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110778906995991951?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110778906995991951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110778906995991951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110778906995991951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110778906995991951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/boobies-g-tecing-and-more-street.html' title='Boobies, G-tecing, and more street racing'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110763792758731527</id><published>2005-02-05T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T13:12:07.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nation States...</title><content type='html'>A legislative session is called to debate euthanasia as different bills are proposed. Heated debates fill the halls of Parliament; each position will have a different effect on Lindim. Some will raise the economy to unprecedented heights, some will turn the government into a large, Orwellian machine of observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tense diplomatic meeting is arranged; all countries represented wait for the word. Will the alliances, international juggernauts of that elusive quality, power, settle their differences, if only temporarily? Or will the giants throw their weight at each other, willing to bring down entire civilizations in their quest for dominance in the name of what they think is right? No matter, armadas are being readied and special forces have been deployed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows, a terrorist group waits. Long have their people been oppressed, and now they will strike back through a car bomb. Willingly or not, the international community will pay them attention. And perhaps, in the attack, justice may be achieved, a nation in waiting liberated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armies are mobilized against a backdrop of cruise missile strikes, entire cities are ripped apart and the sounds of machine guns echo in the distance. The generals pay this no mind in their dark rooms lit only by the glows of computer screens. They see only chess pieces and units to move, armies to outflank, bandits to engage. And the generals themselves are but pawns in larger international games, perhaps set up only to fail, serving a hidden power's interest and a nation's plot for power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I blink, my computer screen flickering in the wake of a gust of wind from the outside. My windows rattle, and rain beats softly against the roof. My tea has gone cold, and the house remains quiet in a low hour. My alarm is set to go off in a few hours, ushering me to a day of school and homework, studying the rise and fall of empires, real leaders and real battles fought over real love, real betrayal, and real power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I sit here in my pajamas in the youngest hour of the day, my parents and siblings sleeping on the floor below me, pencil and paper on my desk filled with the schemes and betrayals of dozen of humans, the soft hum of my computer a comforting sound, I wonder. I wonder why. I wonder why a fifteen-year old may play at ruling the world, at ruling a nation, at controlling the fates of billions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the people of Lindim are torn apart in a civil war, salvos of missiles and thousands of lives are hanging in the balance off the coast of Avios, and the Prime Minister has been kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles to go before I sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/target=display_nation/nation=dante_c"&gt; My nation state&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey UN I'm Backkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110763792758731527?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110763792758731527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110763792758731527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110763792758731527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110763792758731527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nation-states.html' title='Nation States...'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110759900257704543</id><published>2005-02-05T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T02:23:22.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more fun type shit</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh good times!&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/lushrushparty/carparty.html"&gt; Steve's Car Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110759900257704543?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110759900257704543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110759900257704543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110759900257704543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110759900257704543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-fun-type-shit.html' title='more fun type shit'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110753387248602288</id><published>2005-02-04T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T08:17:52.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One person out of millions!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com/output/brown/cst-nws-brown01.html"&gt;Mark Brown "Gets it"!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110753387248602288?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110753387248602288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110753387248602288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110753387248602288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110753387248602288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/one-person-out-of-millions.html' title='One person out of millions!!!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110752784685203046</id><published>2005-02-04T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T06:37:26.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asshole awards...</title><content type='html'>Now for a new segment in my blog. I hope to do this once a month, on the first friday of the month. The Asshole awards. We have two this month. I sair to God if I see any of these people in St. Louis crossing a road I'm not stopping! Hell I might even down shift!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In first Place:Ward Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.foxnews.com/images/152758/0_42_50_Churchill_Ward.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;Campus officials discovered an essay and follow-up book by Churchill in which he said the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks were a response to a history of American abuses abroad, particularly against indigenous peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other things, he said those killed in the trade center were "little Eichmanns," a reference to Adolf Eichmann, who organized Nazi plans to exterminate Jews. The college canceled Churchill's appearance, citing death threats and concerns about security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said the following:  It's been said that I've justified and advocated what happened on 9/11. I considered it an inevitability.You do not justify inevitability. It is its own justification. You don't advocate it either. Advocate the inevitable? Pointless. Utterly misrepresenting what it was I was engaged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll grant you this was a harsh piece. It was intended to be because the reality that's being imposed on the people who responded is extraordinarily harsh, far beyond anything that's been experienced by Americans on 9/11 or in the entire course of American history so far as I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush, at least in symbolic terms, is the world's leading terrorist. He absolutely thumbs his nose at the rule of law. He's the head of a rogue state by definition, and it's a rogue state that dispenses carnage on people presumed to be inferior in some set of terms, whether they be racial or national or religious or otherwise, on the one hand, and of no particular utility to the empire, on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to have a little empathy and respect for other people and that will carry a long way, just in and of itself, towards alleviating the dynamic that produces 9/11, and, if things continue, undoubtedly and inevitably, we'll produce another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2nd place: Richard Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Cohen writes this in "&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/"&gt;The Washington Post&lt;/a&gt;": "Then Bill O'Reilly struck. The FOX TV commentator went to town on the [Churchill] controversy, finding the usual liberal idiocy at the usual liberal college perpetuated by the usual liberal morons. O'Reilly ended a segment about Hamilton College by providing the name of the college's president, Joan Hinde Stewart, her e-mail address and the school's phone number. Then, with blood dripping from his evil heart, he asked his deranged viewers to 'keep your comments respectable'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's more from Cohen:&lt;br /&gt;"Because O'Reilly had, in effect, organized an Internet lynch mob, a collection of cyber-goons — one of whom threatened to bring a gun — the school simply junked the program. It chickened out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Cohen must be self-destructive to write this kind of a loopy column. A committed progressive who rarely strays from the liberal template, he has to know that Churchill's story was reported all over the place. It's huge news on talk radio and on the Net. Millions of Americans are angry about the situation and they all aren't watching “The Factor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Churchill and Hamilton got threats. I get them every day, along with defamation, slander and libel. And who drives that kind of hate? Richard Cohen and his pals, that's who.&lt;br /&gt;But, this isn't about Ward Churchill or freedom of speech. This is about a power shift in the media. Cohen's a phony. He couldn't care less about Churchill or Hamilton, but he does care about his declining position and the fact that FOX News can now influence what happens in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen hates that. His progressive cabal no longer sets the media agenda. They no longer can ram their views down the throats of Americans without challenge. They no longer have a stranglehold on the national discourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill invited Richard Cohen to come on “The Factor” this evening. Guess what? He chickened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110752784685203046?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110752784685203046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110752784685203046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110752784685203046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110752784685203046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/asshole-awards.html' title='Asshole awards...'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110750562339427747</id><published>2005-02-04T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T00:27:03.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had to post the picture at the bottom after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canadiandriver.com/articles/ly/streetracing.htm"&gt;Police target sub-compact cars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110750562339427747?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110750562339427747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110750562339427747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110750562339427747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110750562339427747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-had-to-post-picture-at-bottom-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110750522295930572</id><published>2005-02-04T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T00:20:22.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.4xmo.com/part_images/street_racing_is_not_a_crime.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110750522295930572?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110750522295930572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110750522295930572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110750522295930572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110750522295930572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110742975395837403</id><published>2005-02-03T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T03:22:33.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malase</title><content type='html'>Pres. Bush told me in his "state of the union" addy. He looked at the cammera and said: "Dante you a balla yo, stay up!". So I answerd him back... "G-Dub you my hommie dawg!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this never happened, but it would be funny if it did!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110742975395837403?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110742975395837403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110742975395837403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110742975395837403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110742975395837403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/malase.html' title='Malase'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110735885487477972</id><published>2005-02-02T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T07:40:54.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>street raceing in rush hour traffic</title><content type='html'>Took the civic for a spin today after I got the fluids changed kept blairing this. BTW the dry kit that J-lay put on is tight as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Fast 2 furious &lt;br /&gt;im to fast for y'all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Fast 2 Furious&lt;br /&gt;2 Fast..aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just came home from doin' a bid &lt;br /&gt;Tell me what u gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib &lt;br /&gt;Boy, whatchya gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Tell me whatchya gunna do? act a fool&lt;br /&gt;now dem cops trying to throu u in da county blues &lt;br /&gt;boy, watchay gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' bout traps, cops, and robbers &lt;br /&gt;It's 911 please call a doctor!&lt;br /&gt;Evacuate the building and trick the pigs&lt;br /&gt;Since everybody wanna piece of me, we gonna split ya wigs&lt;br /&gt;See some fool slipped up and over stepped his boundaries&lt;br /&gt;You about to catch a cold?&lt;br /&gt;Stay the fuck around me&lt;br /&gt;Your peeps talkin' bout wat kinda shit he on&lt;br /&gt;You disappear like poof, &lt;br /&gt;Bitch be gone&lt;br /&gt;You think they gonna catch me?&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a break &lt;br /&gt;I'm supercharged with a hide-away license plate&lt;br /&gt;It seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years&lt;br /&gt;They'll only get one finger while I'm shiftin' gears&lt;br /&gt;I got suade on my roof, wood grain on the dash&lt;br /&gt;Sheep skin on the rug, only grainin' the stash&lt;br /&gt;Hydrolics all around me, so i shake the ride&lt;br /&gt;We go front, back, and side to side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some boy just tripped up and made ya spill your drink &lt;br /&gt;Tell me watchya gonna do- &lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;Now your car just stopped on an empty tank &lt;br /&gt;Boy, watchya gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;If you got late bills and you lost your job&lt;br /&gt;Tell me whatchyour gonna do-&lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;If your about to get drunk and you ready to mob &lt;br /&gt;Boy, watchya gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take it to the streets cause I'm ready to cruise &lt;br /&gt;Just bought me and my car all some brand new shoes&lt;br /&gt;And the people just stare, so I love to park it&lt;br /&gt;And I just put a computer in the glove compartment&lt;br /&gt;With my pedal to the floor, radar on the grill&lt;br /&gt;TV in the middle of my steerin' wheel&lt;br /&gt;It's my car's birthday so we blowin' them candles&lt;br /&gt;More speakers in the trunk then my ride can handle&lt;br /&gt;Got my name on the head rest- read it and weep&lt;br /&gt;NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat&lt;br /&gt;And when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the women love the paintin'- they can see their reflection&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to take off so fuck what you heard &lt;br /&gt;'Cause my side mirrors flap like a fuckin' bird&lt;br /&gt;And the fools, we gonna clock one and we'll pop one&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my folk ridin' hot with a shot gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just got hustled for a wad of cash &lt;br /&gt;Man, watchya gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash&lt;br /&gt;Say watchya gonna do-&lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;Now them girls up the block still running their mouth &lt;br /&gt;Boy, watchya gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;If anybody talk bad bout the dirty south&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I'm gonna do-&lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open &lt;br /&gt;I did donuts last week and the streets still smokin'&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm up on anti-freeze and my car is tipsy&lt;br /&gt;Im on the off ramp doin' bout a hundred and fifty&lt;br /&gt;Rollin' through East Bay, on my way to Ben Hill&lt;br /&gt;Slide a 5 to the junkie to clean my windshield&lt;br /&gt;Got the whole crew ridin' and we startin' some shit&lt;br /&gt;I even got a trailer hitched with the barbeque pit&lt;br /&gt;Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout&lt;br /&gt;Plus your new name is Fire 'cause we stomped you out&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, we blow trees and bees, that's fantastic&lt;br /&gt;So girls hold yo weaves while I'm weaving through traffic&lt;br /&gt;I kicked to fifth gear and tear the road apart&lt;br /&gt;You be like Lil' John Q and get a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;It's 1 mission, 2 clips, and some triple beams&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to blow this whole shit up to smithereens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pot holes in the street just bent ya rims&lt;br /&gt;Tell me whatcha gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;Man, that ain't sticky, that's just sticks and steams&lt;br /&gt;Boy, whatcha gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;Catch your man with another bitch up in your bed&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, whatcha gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;Act a fool&lt;br /&gt;If the bottles are all gone and your eyes are red&lt;br /&gt;Boy, whatcha gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;Act a fool!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 fast...2 furious&lt;br /&gt;2 fast&lt;br /&gt;Act a fool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 fast... 2 furious&lt;br /&gt;2 fast&lt;br /&gt;Act a fool!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110735885487477972?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110735885487477972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110735885487477972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110735885487477972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110735885487477972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/street-raceing-in-rush-hour-traffic.html' title='street raceing in rush hour traffic'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110725641919877610</id><published>2005-02-01T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T03:21:25.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people just dont get it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4222647.stm"&gt;John Kerry on why he lost.&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A49843-2005Jan30.html"&gt;Will he run again?&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/index.cfm?c_id=2&amp;ObjectID=10008837"&gt;Kerry bashes bush over elections in Iraq&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/ALLPOLITICS/01/31/clinton/"&gt;Hillory Clinton faints&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupple of things I want to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kerry, you lost admit you lost and the majority of people dont want you back. Also fucking give bush some credit for getting the Iraqi people to vote. He deserves it! Can you not support the current administration even a little? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hillory - 18th century housewife antics are not going to steal fire from Bush. I'm still not voteing for you in 2008! Stupid bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110725641919877610?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110725641919877610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110725641919877610' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110725641919877610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110725641919877610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-people-just-dont-get-it.html' title='some people just dont get it!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110712215998303867</id><published>2005-01-30T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T13:55:59.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People of Iraq</title><content type='html'>Thank you for voteing. Some people never got to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110712215998303867?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110712215998303867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110712215998303867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110712215998303867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110712215998303867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/people-of-iraq.html' title='People of Iraq'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110708762957550928</id><published>2005-01-30T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T04:20:29.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smokers Lounge</title><content type='html'>Cheese!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110708762957550928?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110708762957550928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110708762957550928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110708762957550928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110708762957550928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/smokers-lounge_30.html' title='The Smokers Lounge'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110708752270558763</id><published>2005-01-30T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T04:18:42.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smokers Lounge</title><content type='html'>I yanked this from Bond Girl's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first name; Jason&lt;br /&gt;birthday; 12/20&lt;br /&gt;age; 27&lt;br /&gt;current residence; St. Louis MO&lt;br /&gt;status; Single, with girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;current crush; Lissan&lt;br /&gt;piercings you have; left ear&lt;br /&gt;tattoos you have; none&lt;br /&gt;today's date; 01/30/05&lt;br /&gt;time; 5:20 am&lt;br /&gt;wearing; suit and tie&lt;br /&gt;Questions; not at this time&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had sex; yes &lt;br /&gt;how old were you when u lost ur virginity, if not, when u going to: 16&lt;br /&gt;have you ever loved somebody so much it made you cry; yeah i have you ever tried weed; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;what colour socks did you wear last year on your birthday: White&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you cried; dont remember&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you bled; about 10 min. ago when I got a paper cut&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you got bit, by a human; 2 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you got in a fight; about 3 weeks ago, back office messing around&lt;br /&gt;when did you last take a shower or bath; 9:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had lice; No&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person you kissed; Lissan&lt;br /&gt;describe yourself in three words; Assholeish, con-man, funny as hell&lt;br /&gt;do you hate stereotypes; No I think their funny!&lt;br /&gt;what is your favourite band; The crystal method&lt;br /&gt;what size shoes do you wear; 11&lt;br /&gt;boxers, thongs, g-strings, granny-panties, bikinis, briefs or boxer-briefs; Boxers&lt;br /&gt;what's the thing you regret most in your life; no regrets ever!&lt;br /&gt;what song is playing right now; Believer - BT&lt;br /&gt;do you like to swim; no&lt;br /&gt;have you ever talked in your sleep; ALL THE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;most embarrassing thing to happen to you; Got my ass kicked in baseball by Scott Terry&lt;br /&gt;last movie you saw in theatres and who did you see it with; Are we there yet, Lissan&lt;br /&gt;ever sleep with a shirt, stuffed animal, etc because it smelled like the person you got it from; Yes&lt;br /&gt;ever go to say something and completely forget what you were talking about; alot ever flip words around like 'i rather smoke beer than drink pot'; somtimes&lt;br /&gt;ever fall into the toilet 'cos some idiot didn't put the seat down; no&lt;br /&gt;can you touch your tongue to your nose; no&lt;br /&gt;can you roll your tongue; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;do the voices talk to you; yes and they tell me to surve my dark lord&lt;br /&gt;time now; 5:26am&lt;br /&gt;+ what do you think of cheerleading: thats hot!&lt;br /&gt;+ favorite Disney character: Donnald duck&lt;br /&gt;+ what brand of deodorant do you use: Armoni&lt;br /&gt;+ worst kiss: Emely K.&lt;br /&gt;+ anyone you think is homosexual: ummm maybe Lavel&lt;br /&gt;+ do you know anyone named LeRoy: no&lt;br /&gt;+ do you like Pickles: Yes&lt;br /&gt;+ do you have a website: yes&lt;br /&gt;+ do you watch PORN: All the time&lt;br /&gt;+ are you black: no&lt;br /&gt;+ do you wish you were black: LOL no&lt;br /&gt;+ who you gonna vote for: I voted for BUSH!&lt;br /&gt;+ do you have your own phone line: Yes and apartment&lt;br /&gt;+ your thoughts on abortion: pro-choice&lt;br /&gt;+ do you like brittney spears: I fuck the shit out of her&lt;br /&gt;+ do you want a brittney doll: no&lt;br /&gt;+ What do you want for christmas: to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;+ do you have your 2 front teeth: Yes&lt;br /&gt;+ what do you want to do with your life: no idea&lt;br /&gt;+ ever been butt naked bangin on the bathroom floor: nope&lt;br /&gt;+ would you ever get plastic surgery if so on what: no&lt;br /&gt;+ biggest redneck you know: Adam&lt;br /&gt;+ last time you went to skateland: um, never&lt;br /&gt;+ last time you went to the bowling alley: a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;+ last time you were in a hoopdy truck: never&lt;br /&gt;+ what perfume/cologne do you wear: Armoni Mania&lt;br /&gt;+ do you think forigen accents are sexy: sexy as hell, something to be said about russian ones&lt;br /&gt;+ do you like jell-o if so what flavor: cherry&lt;br /&gt;+ do you like hot dogs if so do you know whats in them: Yes,I dont care&lt;br /&gt;+ brand of toothpaste: Colgate &lt;br /&gt;+ last time you went to the doctor: holly crap 1998&lt;br /&gt;+ do you think ricki martin is gay: YES&lt;br /&gt;+ do you think my tractors sexy: No&lt;br /&gt;+ do you have a credit card...can i use it?: Yes but you cant use it!&lt;br /&gt;+ do you love your mom: no&lt;br /&gt;+ do you love your mom as much as norman bates did in PSYCHO?: i could&lt;br /&gt;+ ever taken ballet: no&lt;br /&gt;+ favoite juice: apple&lt;br /&gt;+ Last time you used the restroom: about an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;+ most attracitve person: Jessica Alba&lt;br /&gt;+ any diseases if so what are they: No&lt;br /&gt;+ last book you read...was it good: I dont read books&lt;br /&gt;+ white, dark, or milk choclate: Milk&lt;br /&gt;+ ever died your hair: Yep&lt;br /&gt;+ What brand shampoo: whatevers in there&lt;br /&gt;+ favorite holiday:none&lt;br /&gt;+ thing you hate most about your body: need to drop about 10 pounds&lt;br /&gt;+ do you still play with barbies: no&lt;br /&gt;+ last thing or person you rode in a car with: Lissan&lt;br /&gt;+ are men really from mars: YES!&lt;br /&gt;+ last time you smoked: smoking right now&lt;br /&gt;+ last thing you bought: PS2 games&lt;br /&gt;m0re rand0m..&lt;br /&gt;+ are you stressed out...if so from what: not really&lt;br /&gt;+ what do you wear to the beach: take a guess!&lt;br /&gt;+ do you belive in angels: yes&lt;br /&gt;+ would you ever join the army: if drafted yes&lt;br /&gt;+ do you want a puppy: NO! I HATE DOGS!&lt;br /&gt;+ ever had a kick me sign on you: yes&lt;br /&gt;+ how about a lick me sign: yes!&lt;br /&gt;+ Favorite icing: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;+ are u a flirt: depends on the person&lt;br /&gt;+ last time you were scared: 3 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;+ by what?: John Kerry talking&lt;br /&gt;+ last party you went to: Rave at "the spot" a week ago&lt;br /&gt;+ do you do your own laundry: if i need them&lt;br /&gt;+ what detergent do you use: shout&lt;br /&gt;+ what fabric softner do you use: Whatever is there&lt;br /&gt;+ do you get jiggy with it: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;+ do u live at the wild wild west: no the mid-west&lt;br /&gt;+ what do you wish you were named: I like my name&lt;br /&gt;+ favorite movie star: Joe Peschi&lt;br /&gt;+ are your parents divorced...if so for what reasons: No&lt;br /&gt;+ would you ever wear a waterbra: for money maybe :P&lt;br /&gt;+ do you work out: Not too much&lt;br /&gt;+ are u muscular: no&lt;br /&gt;+ are you flabby: I dont think so&lt;br /&gt;+ are you fat: yes&lt;br /&gt;+ do you take a lot of pictures: no&lt;br /&gt;+ favorite tv show: Crank Yankers (was kid Nortorus till they took it off the air... BASTARDS!)&lt;br /&gt;+ do you want a baby: No&lt;br /&gt;+ last time you were sick: few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;+ butter or margerine: doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;+ your feelings on mcdonald chicken nuggets: I once ate 75 of them on a bet&lt;br /&gt;+ do chinese people really cook cats and dogs: ask Lissan&lt;br /&gt;+ do you belilve in santa claus: No.&lt;br /&gt;+ do you go to a tanning bed: no&lt;br /&gt;+ are you in love...with anyone...with me???: Lissan&lt;br /&gt;+ do you have a car:yes 2&lt;br /&gt;+ do you have your licence?: yes&lt;br /&gt;+ how do you get around: I drive&lt;br /&gt;+ favorite rugrats character: hate that show&lt;br /&gt;+ got milk: no&lt;br /&gt;+ do you sniff markers: nope&lt;br /&gt;+ are you dissatisfied with your hair color: no&lt;br /&gt;+ what kind of jewlry do you wear: a watch maybe&lt;br /&gt;+ what do you think of *//\\//Sync??: Lance Bass ruined kingdom hearts&lt;br /&gt;+ do you shop in catalogs:no&lt;br /&gt;+ what do you like the opposite sex to wear: school girl outfits&lt;br /&gt;+ do you have a cellie: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;+what do you think of eminem: he was cool till he did "mosh"&lt;br /&gt;+ favorite kind of gum: big red&lt;br /&gt;+ would you ever get a tatoo: NO!&lt;br /&gt;+ do you think lil bow wow is cute: who?&lt;br /&gt;+ have you seen charlies angels: yes&lt;br /&gt;+ what magazines do you get: PSM&lt;br /&gt;+ do you belive your horoscope: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;+ do u like coffee...what kind...what in it: yes, black&lt;br /&gt;+ do you write in pen or pencil....or markers: pen&lt;br /&gt;+ are you getto:no&lt;br /&gt;+ do you wear a watch: yes, rollex&lt;br /&gt;+ sunglasses: yes&lt;br /&gt;+ ever been to the mall of america: No&lt;br /&gt;+ do you want a leather jacket: no, I got one thanks&lt;br /&gt;+ ever ridden a motorcycle: Yes&lt;br /&gt;+ do you think justin timberlake and brittney spears are really togther: shes a married lady&lt;br /&gt;+ what you think of bsb?: It's not for me&lt;br /&gt;+ do you read the chicken soup books: hell no&lt;br /&gt;+ have you seen the exorsist: YES&lt;br /&gt;+ are you online a lot: Too much&lt;br /&gt;+ do you have an old navy performance fleece: yes&lt;br /&gt;+ are you getting tired of doing this: no&lt;br /&gt;+ do you buckle up: Yep&lt;br /&gt;+ any siblings: 1 sister&lt;br /&gt;+ what are their names Wendy&lt;br /&gt;+ what are their ages: 24&lt;br /&gt;+ do they wanna fill out our great survey: nope&lt;br /&gt;+ do you know how to yo yo: yes&lt;br /&gt;+ ok we're done are you happy?: maybe&lt;br /&gt;m0re. &lt;br /&gt;+ number of times I have been in love: 4&lt;br /&gt;+ number of times I have had my heart broken: 3&lt;br /&gt;+ number of hearts I have broken: too many to count&lt;br /&gt;+ number of girls I have kissed: see above answer&lt;br /&gt;+ number of continents I have lived in: 1&lt;br /&gt;+ number of drugs taken illegally: 2 weed, and X (or E)&lt;br /&gt;+ number of people I would classify as true, could trust with my life type friends:4 &lt;br /&gt;+ number of people I consider my enemies: 15&lt;br /&gt;+ number of people from high school that I stayed in contact with: 5&lt;br /&gt;+ number of cd's that I own: lots&lt;br /&gt;+ number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: a few&lt;br /&gt;+ number of scars on my body: 1 left eye brow&lt;br /&gt;+ number of things in my past that I regret: nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...Fallen for your best friend?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Made out with JUST a friend?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Been rejected?: sure&lt;br /&gt;Been in love?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Been in lust?: YES!&lt;br /&gt;Used someone?: YES&lt;br /&gt;Been used?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on someone?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret?: No, &lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person....You touched?: Lissan&lt;br /&gt;you talked to?: Jason E.&lt;br /&gt;you hugged?: Lissan&lt;br /&gt;You instant messaged?:Annie&lt;br /&gt;You kissed?: Lissan&lt;br /&gt;The oneYou yelled at?: Josh!&lt;br /&gt;You laughed with?: Josh, and Jason E.&lt;br /&gt;Have you/are you/ do you....consider a life in crime?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;considered being a hooker?: no&lt;br /&gt;Considered being a pimp?: Hell yes&lt;br /&gt;Split personalities?: sometimes LOL&lt;br /&gt;Schizophrenic?: no&lt;br /&gt;obsessive?: not really&lt;br /&gt;panic?: Na&lt;br /&gt;anxiety?: no&lt;br /&gt;Depressed?: no&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal?: never&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed with hate?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Dream of mutilated bodies?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Dream of doing those things instead of just seeing them?: yes&lt;br /&gt;understanding?: I hope &lt;br /&gt;Pretty muchopen minded?: Not really&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant?: YES!&lt;br /&gt;insecure?: No&lt;br /&gt;Interesting?: I can be&lt;br /&gt;Hungry: YES! &lt;br /&gt;Moody?: Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;childish?: at times&lt;br /&gt;independent: no&lt;br /&gt;hardworking?: yes, my parents installed that German work ethic&lt;br /&gt;Organized: Nah&lt;br /&gt;healthy?: no&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally stable?: yes ...&lt;br /&gt;shy?: not so much anymore&lt;br /&gt;Difficult?: no&lt;br /&gt;Attractive?: hell yes!&lt;br /&gt;Bored easily?: depends who im with&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty?: well.....now&lt;br /&gt;talkative?: depends on who im talking to and what about&lt;br /&gt;Original?: i think so&lt;br /&gt;Different?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;unique?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;lonely?: no&lt;br /&gt;olor of you hair?: no&lt;br /&gt;Piercings?: ^^&lt;br /&gt;have girlfriend/boyfriend?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Floss daily?: pretty much &lt;br /&gt;Ever get off the damn computer?: only to sleep adn work&lt;br /&gt;habla espanol?: say what?&lt;br /&gt;Current:&lt;br /&gt;Current cloths: see above&lt;br /&gt;current mood: bord&lt;br /&gt;Current taste: nic-o-teeny&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyance: Hotel guests&lt;br /&gt;Current smell: cigeret smoke&lt;br /&gt;Current thing you ought to be doing: working&lt;br /&gt;Current desk top pic: HFP Cars (Honda Factory Proformance)&lt;br /&gt;Current favorite Group: The Crystal method&lt;br /&gt;Current Book: None&lt;br /&gt;Current refreshment: Coke&lt;br /&gt;Current worry: I miss my PS2!&lt;br /&gt;Current crush: Lissan&lt;br /&gt;Current favorite Celebrity: &lt;br /&gt;Favorite[s]...&lt;br /&gt;Food: Slurpies&lt;br /&gt;Drink: slurpies&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: wing tips baby!&lt;br /&gt;Candy: Nibs&lt;br /&gt;tv show: Pimp my ride&lt;br /&gt;Dance: &lt;br /&gt;Vegetale: what?&lt;br /&gt;Fruit: oranges&lt;br /&gt;On Dating...&lt;br /&gt;Long or short hair?: Long&lt;br /&gt;Dark or blond hair?: blond&lt;br /&gt;Tall or short?: short&lt;br /&gt;Mr sensitive Or Mr Funny?: funny &lt;br /&gt;Good girl or bad girl?: bad girl, your naughty, go to my room!&lt;br /&gt;Dark or light eyes?: light&lt;br /&gt;Hat or no hat?: pig tails :)&lt;br /&gt;Pierced or not?: none&lt;br /&gt;Freckles or none?: none&lt;br /&gt;Stubble or neatly shaved?: shaved&lt;br /&gt;On preferance...chocolate milk or hot chocolate?: chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds or burger King?: mc donalds&lt;br /&gt;Marry the perfect lover or friend?: friend&lt;br /&gt;Sweet or sour?: sweet&lt;br /&gt;Root beer or Dr. Pepper?: Dr. P&lt;br /&gt;Cats or dogs?: CATS!&lt;br /&gt;Ocean or pool?: pool &lt;br /&gt;Cool ranch or nacho cheese?: Cool Ranch&lt;br /&gt;Mud or jello wrestling?: mud&lt;br /&gt;with or without ice cubs?: with&lt;br /&gt;shine or rain?: shine&lt;br /&gt;Winter/Summer/Spring/Fall?: spring&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla or choclate?: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Gloves or mittens?: gloves&lt;br /&gt;Eyes open or closed?: depends.&lt;br /&gt;Fly or breath under water?: Fly&lt;br /&gt;Gum or candy?: candy&lt;br /&gt;motor boat or sail boat?: motor&lt;br /&gt;lights on or off?: either&lt;br /&gt;chicken or fish?: Chicken &lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite...Number: 187&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: Halloween&lt;br /&gt;Radio station: 105.7 the point, and 97.1 FM talk&lt;br /&gt;Scent: Oxygen perfume&lt;br /&gt;If you could be anywere where would you be?: the carabian&lt;br /&gt;What would you be doing?: Meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to: the droneing of the computer&lt;br /&gt;do you have a favorite animal?: Tiger (and a Liger)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110708752270558763?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110708752270558763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110708752270558763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110708752270558763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110708752270558763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/smokers-lounge.html' title='The Smokers Lounge'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110707376477824923</id><published>2005-01-30T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T01:47:41.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/G4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/G4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/fox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/red08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/red08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/savage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/savage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I LOVE LAMP!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also adding some buttons to my blog. check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/1600/GOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/587/320/GOP.jpg" 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href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110707376477824923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110707376477824923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110707376477824923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110707376477824923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/lamps.html' title='Lamps'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110705073605479497</id><published>2005-01-29T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:05:36.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats a Raver?</title><content type='html'>Ok I got a phone call on this so guess I must explane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A "raver" is one who goes to raves. Contrary to popular belief, there are many different types of ravers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there are Candy Ravers; these are the ones you see running around shouting things like "PLUR!" or "Want a hug/sucker/glowstick/massage?" They are identifiable by their brightly colored clothing (phat pants being a must...if they're made of fun fur, all the better), enough Candy (brightly colored bead bracelets)to sink the Titanic, oodles of children's toys, as well as a few glowsticks and pacifiers. Candy kids are known as the cutest/most annoying people you will ever meet. A lot of them are pretty fake - it's impossible to be that happy all the time. Candy Kids are also notorious for being users of the drug Ecstasy - this is not entirely accurate, but with the way they dress and act, its not hard to see why this is assumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have the "Goth" ravers. They're quite easy to spot - they will be dressed in all black, preferably incorperating some fishnet, spikes, and buckles into their outfits. The more there are the better. They will not socialize outside of the group they came with, and they will NEVER under any circumstances dance. They're too goth for that - dancing equates to happiness and celebration, and that's just not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginos and Ginas (also known as "hoochies"). These are those well-dressed, snooty people that really shouldn't even be at a rave. The only reason they're at the party is to pick up on some 15 year old e-tard. Well, maybe not, but they certainly are only at the party to get a piece of ass. They will be dressed in whatever is "trendy" and do not know how to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next are junglists. Junglists are often viewed as being "agro". They listen primarily to Jungle/DnB music, and are partial to camo, hoodies, and clothing in dark colors. Popular junglist hairstyles are dreads (m+f), short hair (m+f), or short with two long bits in the front (f). Quite a few junglists are ex-candy ravers. They may also be "old-skool" or "jaded".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old-skool and jaded pretty much fall into the same category. Old-skoolers are ravers who have been in the scene since "way back in the day". No matter how good the party is, the music/DJs/parties/drugs/people/anything else about the scene was WAY better when they first started raving. A jaded raver is not nessicarily old skool, but shares the same views as the old skooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even still there are many ravers that do not fall into any of these categories. So...perhaps a raver is simply one who goes to parties to dance the night away, and loves the music. Interesting concept, hey? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all thought it was about the drugs. *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;Rave is no longer a dirty 4-letter word. It's okay to be a raver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Raver &lt;br /&gt;ok i see alot of the norm here and Goth Ravers.. well the correct term for them is Gravers.... but anyway one thats missing that dissapointes me because i am one is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyber Kids - Generally considerd a hacker ect but in the rave scene they are a mix of a Candy Kid and a Graver they will wear the baggy pants with straps ect and a tight or loose fitting shirt and all that good stuff, unlike most Gravers they do not think themselves to good to dance but rather they indulge in it, they generally wont wear much candy but they will wear some, not as brightly colors or generally silver bead bracelets, some will have a stuffed toy or not but most do the candy kid thing of giving hugs/candy/toys all that to people for no aparent reason, there all around really cool people to chill with and are open, they dont secule themselves like a graver but are more open... there basicly what i said.. a Mix of the 2 candy kid+graver = Cyber Kid!&lt;br /&gt;look at that graver he has candy on him!&lt;br /&gt;duh it's because hes a cyber kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. raver &lt;br /&gt;essentially the hippies of the 90s, after the good stuff of the 60s (free sex, drugs {esp. E}, sense of community) but without good music or anything significant to rebel against, giving these people no substance or shadow of purpose in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see e-tard.&lt;br /&gt;That's funny that ravers use raves as a form of escapism ... considering that lots of them drive Lexuses, live in the OC, burn their lunch money on E, and are on their way to college. Don't you think that sounds like a life worthy of escape, moreso than, say, life in Mogadishu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. raver &lt;br /&gt;Children of the night. Originally reffered to an individual who participated in illegal all night gatherings as a form of rebellion to authority figures and authorities alike. Used as a form of escapism from the norm with the aid of mind altering drugs and repetitive beats, ravers would "peak" to a euphoric frenzy at rave parties. Raver fashion traditionally was very expressive and loud, utilising bright colours and a baggy look with "cute"/pop culture characters incorporated in the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;Always frowned upon by other urban cultures, being a raver came with a "drug addict" label. Depending on which musical style you were most into determined your "label" and "rave alias"... that's it 4 now. Things are different nowadays, with the age of "ravers" falling and the amount of drugs consumed rising, the original feeling of rebellion is somewhat lost, especially with all the media publicity over the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;check out that candy raver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. raver &lt;br /&gt;Many emo kids, goths, ravers, furry and anime fans, gays, and pretty much anyone else who is different are targeted fairly often for mockery by Something Awful and Portal Of Evil crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be funny if the emo kids, goths, ravers, furry and anime fans, gays and anyone else these guys targeted all joined forces and mocked them back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. That wouldn't be nice. It would be funny, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. raver &lt;br /&gt;can be a person who enjoys going to underground parties. often ravers like to put drugs into their systems because the high of life is not good enough. this also results in wearing the most hideous clothing such as huuuge pants, backwards/upside down visors, pacifiers, and skin tight shirts. ravers have an obsession with glowsticks and they resemble zombies.&lt;br /&gt;"did you see that lifeless, baggy-pant wearing, pacifier sucking drug addict?"&lt;br /&gt;"yea, jane is a raver"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. raver &lt;br /&gt;A term used to describe a person (mainly a Generation Xer) who took part in the underground electronic music scene of the early-to-mid 1990s that became extremely commercialized and eventually died out at the end of the last century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110705073605479497?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110705073605479497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110705073605479497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110705073605479497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110705073605479497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/whats-raver.html' title='Whats a Raver?'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110704772708868056</id><published>2005-01-29T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:49:34.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why a raver?</title><content type='html'>Ok this is for my girlfriend, and Teresia. One day I was talking to Teresia at work and I told her she needed to date a "Raver guy" because Ravers are the best peeps. So why do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. All they want is some candy!&lt;br /&gt;9. They know where the best toys are!&lt;br /&gt;8. Can allways bring you botteled water&lt;br /&gt;7. No TV only cartoons&lt;br /&gt;6. LOTS OF HUGS!&lt;br /&gt;5. "P.L.U.R." (Peace, love, unity, respect)&lt;br /&gt;4. They can dance to any beat going 900 miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;3. They value things in terms of vinyl, (ex: "that's an eight record pair of pants.")&lt;br /&gt;2. The only time they "battle" is when danceing&lt;br /&gt;1. Two words: "Glow Sticks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.urbandictionary.com/view/large/11628.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110704772708868056?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110704772708868056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110704772708868056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110704772708868056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110704772708868056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-raver.html' title='Why a raver?'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110698582613050240</id><published>2005-01-29T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:10:31.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those of you who know me, will know why this is funny! &lt;a href="http://lolabigcups.blogspot.com/2005/01/devil-can-be-anywhere.html#comments"&gt;The devil!&lt;/a&gt; I'm sorry I just had to laugh at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110698582613050240?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110698582613050240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110698582613050240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110698582613050240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110698582613050240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/those-of-you-who-know-me-will-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110695177088294679</id><published>2005-01-28T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T14:36:10.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Time magazine</title><content type='html'>Ok I figured it out! What my problem is. I was reading this artical in &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/covers/1101050124/"&gt;Time Magazine&lt;/a&gt; Its all about "Twixters". "The Generation That Won't Grow Up" and deals with what TIME Magazine, in their latest issue, is calling the "twixers."Lev Grossman, the author of the article, as saying, "In the past, people moved from childhood to adolescence and from adolescence to adulthood, but today there is a new, intermediate phase along the way. The years from 18 until 25 and even beyond have become a distinct and separate life stage, a strange transitional never-never land between adolescence and adulthood in which people stall for a few extra years, putting off the iron cage of adult responsibility that constantly threatens to crash down on them. They're betwixt and between." "Twixters," then, refers to those people betwixt and between being teenagers and adults.&lt;br /&gt;This is a phenomenon I have long been aware of, but had never formulated quite so thoroughly. Mohler has been aware of this for several years too. He writes, "For several years, I have been warning audiences that America now faces a generation of young people unwilling to grow up, assume adult responsibility, marry, and start raising families." When I think of these people, I think of the show Friends which showed five friends who refused to grow up. It was not until the final couple of seasons that they finally began to marry and mature. By that time they were well into their thirties. I am sure they serve as an subconscious inspiration for many.&lt;br /&gt;What is especially interesting are the long-term social consequences of these phenomenon. "Economists are concerned about the financial implications of young adults who return to live with their parents and put off major investments like the purchase of a home until well into their thirties. Social scientists are tracking the effects of delayed marriage and the social dislocation common to this age group. Like most demographic trends, this new pattern of life is not likely to be reversed anytime soon, at least in society at large."&lt;br /&gt;While TIME deals primarily with the social issues, Mohler writes about the impact on Christianity. "Looking at this from a biblical perspective, the most tragic aspect of this development is the fact that these young people are refusing to enter into the adult experience and adult responsibilities that is their Christian calling. The delay of marriage will exact an undeniable social toll in terms of delayed parenthood, even smaller families, and more self-centered parents. The experiences of marriage and raising children are important parts of learning the adult experience and finding one's way into the deep responsibilities and incalculable rewards of genuine adulthood...As TIME explains, many of these young people are so busy buying iPods, designer clothes, and new automobiles that they will find the necessary sacrifices of marital life and parenthood to be a rude shock. So long as they are living with parents, or grouping together in "emerging adult" enclaves, they continue to live like teenagers--only with even greater freedoms and privileges."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110695177088294679?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110695177088294679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110695177088294679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110695177088294679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110695177088294679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/thanks-time-magazine.html' title='Thanks Time magazine'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110675961624943263</id><published>2005-01-26T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T09:13:36.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante "Dub-ah-yah" Bush</title><content type='html'>Ok so for one split seccond I decided that maybe I should see the war from the libs point of view... I recently got a new game for my PS2 called Conflict Zone: Modern War Strategy. The back of the Box reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Enter the shocking world of real modren warfare, where manipulation of the media and civilians leads to militery victory. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;   As comanders of peacekeepers and liberators, you must build your campaign, useing stratigic brilliance and spin controol. Rescue Hostages with news cameras rolling and gain public support.  Harm innocents and your popularity and power will drop....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OK lets stop right there. Hmmmm Media watching everything you do, and They are there to watch Hostage rescue. So its a simple formula. Hostage rescue = win popular support... Well what about all the refugies in Iraq? What about Jessica Lynch or hell any other comrad in arms we rescued? Why is that not giveing popular support to the war? So as of that point the media no longer plays a factor in what I do in this game. Thats per modren day America. So lets start the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose a war campaign that actualy takes place in Iraq. I built these gynormus Army, Navy, Airforce, and Marine squads. With that being done I then made Reffuge cams, and defended the shit out of them.  Then I did the republican thing and quoted presadent Regan. "Help is on the way" (Yes Kerry stole that from him) First things first... knock out ALL power plants! With that here come the patriot missels. (I would like to remind you at this point I am still at zero casualties) Then call in air strikes to destroy all knowen enemy bases. (Yes I did my own "shock and awe" campaign) Now comes the messy part... The land war send in the Tanks, Hummers, mobile anti aircraft guns, moble artilery, APC's, ect.  (the list goes on) About 10 minets into that all the Reffugies started running tward my base screaming help. So I sent Med-evac to pick them up and bring them to the camps. It was at that time I decided lets go for a bonus objecteve. I secured ALL the oil wells. After the oil was secure, I saw that for every reffugee I take in I lose tax revanue. (someones gotta pay for it) This was giveing me less money to use to help topple the government. so after I had over 35,000 in the camps I ordered my guards to start shooting anyone that comes to us as a reffugee. It wasnt to much longer till I had the cash for a nuke. Well I dropped that puppy in the middle of Baghdad, guesss what? I WIN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110675961624943263?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110675961624943263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110675961624943263' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110675961624943263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110675961624943263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/dante-dub-ah-yah-bush.html' title='Dante &quot;Dub-ah-yah&quot; Bush'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110658292097224276</id><published>2005-01-24T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T00:11:44.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Funny Because It's True!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'600'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder&lt;/b&gt;. Congratulations! You have ASPD! You know that blatantly disregarding social norms and the rights of others isn't just illegal; it's FUN. Jail time? Eh, look at Gary Gilmore... was he really that bad of a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" width="'300'" cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Schizophrenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Eating Disorders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Unipolar Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Borderline Personality Disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'58'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id="826'"&gt;Which mental disorder do you have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com'"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'600'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="'http://images.quizfarm.com/1101683651the" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Luxurious Upper Class&lt;/b&gt;. As a member of the upper class, you will always have the satisfaction that there are many underneath you to slave for your every need and want. Live the high life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" width="'300'" cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Luxurious Upper Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;alternative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Upper middle Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Middle Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Lower Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id="266'"&gt;What Social Status are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com'"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1106043495Lidda.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Rogue&lt;/b&gt;. Rogues share little in common with each other. Some are stealthy thieves. Others are silver-tongued tricksters. Still others are scouts, infiltrators, spies, diplomats, or thugs. What they share is versatility, adaptability, and resourcefulness. In general rogues are skill at getting what others don't want them to get; entrance in to a locked treasure vault, safe passage past a deadly trap, secret battle plans, a guard's trust, or some random person's pocket money.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Rogue&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Barbarian&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Bard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Fighter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sorcerer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Monk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ranger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Wizard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='30' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;30%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cleric&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='30' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;30%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Paladin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='20' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Druid&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='10' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;10%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=2416'&gt;What DnD Class Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110658292097224276?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110658292097224276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110658292097224276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110658292097224276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110658292097224276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-funny-because-its-true.html' title='Its Funny Because It&apos;s True!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110657924694590892</id><published>2005-01-24T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T07:07:26.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal cruelity and the new roomie</title><content type='html'>Ok so the new roomie is comeing. He's a guy that I use to bum with back at Oakville High School. We were on the football team together. Hes a preaty cool guy all in all. So fist night that we move in is The first anual Beta wars! (Siamese Beta Fish) I must start training mine. In other news... pay day is today. I gotta figure out where Lissan and I want to go or do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110657924694590892?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110657924694590892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110657924694590892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110657924694590892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110657924694590892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/animal-cruelity-and-new-roomie.html' title='Animal cruelity and the new roomie'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110655726426947855</id><published>2005-01-24T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T01:01:04.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so going bumper to bumper at 125 mph isnt fast or crazy enough! I need more speed. So I have decided to get a bike. I'm not talking about a huffy, I mean a sport bike. Here is what the list is down to, let me know your opinions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://powersports.honda.com/motorcycles/sport/model.asp?ModelName=Interceptor+ABS&amp;ModelYear=2005&amp;amp;ModelId=VFR800A5"&gt;Interceptor ABS 2005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://powersports.honda.com/motorcycles/sport/model.asp?ModelName=Super+Hawk&amp;ModelYear=2005&amp;amp;ModelId=VTR1000F5"&gt;Super Hawk 2005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://powersports.honda.com/motorcycles/sport/model.asp?ModelName=RC51&amp;ModelYear=2005&amp;amp;ModelId=RVT1000R5"&gt;RC51&lt;/a&gt; (Ugly as hell but fast as all get out!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110655726426947855?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110655726426947855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110655726426947855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110655726426947855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110655726426947855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-so-going-bumper-to-bumper-at-125.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110653299421779951</id><published>2005-01-23T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T18:27:56.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kerry Coercion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blackfive.net/main/2005/01/kerry_coercion.html"&gt;Found this on the net&lt;/a&gt; Something that is a militery joke. I know this is kind of a moot point, but its still funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110653299421779951?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110653299421779951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110653299421779951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110653299421779951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110653299421779951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/kerry-coercion.html' title='The Kerry Coercion'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110653176957134666</id><published>2005-01-23T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:56:09.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnney Carson</title><content type='html'>Some of you who are reading this may not know who Johnny Carson is. Sadly the king of late night T.V. died today at the age of 75. He will be missed. Johnney you are gone but not forgotton. I can remember his fare well show back in 1992. Carson won a Presidential Medal of Freedom, the nation's highest civilian honor, in 1992, with the first President Bush saying, "With decency and style he's made America laugh and think." In 1993, he was celebrated by the prestigious Kennedy Center Honors for career achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His nephew said there will be no memorial service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110653176957134666?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110653176957134666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110653176957134666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110653176957134666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110653176957134666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/johnney-carson.html' title='Johnney Carson'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110648078705523169</id><published>2005-01-23T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T18:34:15.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its offical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a full fledged Republican: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wendsday: invested in OIL then went to apply for a gun lisence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday: Picked up my new H&amp;K .45&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a side note, I am also applying for a conceal/carry lisence, and that H&amp;amp;K stands for Hector and Kwebold. (Thats a columbine joke) Today I plan to go to the range and try it out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lifelibertyetc.com/Images/Products/ptsf_patches_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110648078705523169?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110648078705523169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110648078705523169' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110648078705523169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110648078705523169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-offical-i-am-now-full-fledged.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110643298462824560</id><published>2005-01-22T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T14:29:44.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>x the things that you have done before, and repost.&lt;br /&gt;( x) snuck out of the house&lt;br /&gt;( x) gotten lost in your city/state&lt;br /&gt;( x) saw a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;(x ) been to any other countries besides the unitedstates&lt;br /&gt;(x) had surgery&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone out in public in your pajamas&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x) done drugs&lt;br /&gt;(x) had alcohol&lt;br /&gt;( x) laughed and had milk/coke come out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br /&gt;( x) made out in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;( x) swore at your parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been close to love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to a casino&lt;br /&gt;(x ) been skydiving&lt;br /&gt;( x) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been high&lt;br /&gt;( x) skinny-dipped&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(x ) flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x ) saw a therapist&lt;br /&gt;( ) done the splits&lt;br /&gt;(x ) played spin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten stitches&lt;br /&gt;( ) had an IV&lt;br /&gt;( ) drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour&lt;br /&gt;( ) bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;(x ) been to Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x ) crashed into a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Japan&lt;br /&gt;(x) ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(x) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) ever had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;(x) stole something from your job&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;( x) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans&lt;br /&gt;( x) been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;(x ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(x ) been married&lt;br /&gt;(x ) gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;( ) had children&lt;br /&gt;(x) saw someone die&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Africa&lt;br /&gt;( x) Driven over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Purposely set a part of yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been moshing at a rock show&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to a moto cross show&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost a child&lt;br /&gt;( x) gone to college&lt;br /&gt;( ) graduated college&lt;br /&gt;( ) done hard drugs&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;( ) Threw up on a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bored?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I get for all the x's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110643298462824560?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110643298462824560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110643298462824560' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110643298462824560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110643298462824560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/x-things-that-you-have-done-before-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110641602512324326</id><published>2005-01-22T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T09:48:39.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those agenst the Iraq war</title><content type='html'>Some people say a picture is worth a 1,000 words. I agree very much with this. Alot of the RDDB's in the left want you to beleave that the people of the Muslum religion are a kind peace loveing people. Some of them are, but as a great man (my Dad) once told me. "Jason assholes live everywhere" I want you all to look at the true face of our enemy. If you can look at the following web site, and not agree with me 100% that we belong in Iraq, there is something wrong with you! I do want to warn you these pictures are very graphic. These are the pictures that all the press refused to show. One set is the pictures from Falluja of the American contractors, who were only trying to help the people of Iraq. It shows their chared bodies and people danceing, laughing and pokeing them with sticks! Another is of the Tusanmi releaf efforts going on in asia. Another is of the USS Cole. A ship that was atacked by terrorist in October of 2000. Bill Clinton just stood there and let these people do this. Anyway here is the link. Pictures curtacy of "The Savage Nation" and AP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homestead.com/prosites-prs/pictures033104.html"&gt;http://www.homestead.com/prosites-prs/pictures033104.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110641602512324326?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110641602512324326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110641602512324326' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110641602512324326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110641602512324326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-those-agenst-iraq-war.html' title='For those agenst the Iraq war'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110623188057951799</id><published>2005-01-20T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T06:38:00.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory for America....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.gifs.net/animate/flaga.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt; MORE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YEARS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img src="http://www.gifs.net/animate/flaga.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to welcome back, George W. Bush back into office. God bless America. I would like to thank those of us who banned together, and made sure that we (To use pres. Bush's terms) "stayed the corse". I want to thank everyone who lied to exit pollers. I would like to thank the supreme court of Ohio. I would like to thank Mr. Moore for his crappy documenterys. I would like to thank the ENTIRE "Savage Nation" for helping to tell the truth about the leftist assault, Bill O'Riley for makeing the spin stop here, Sean Hannity because we all "get it". and 97.1 for being younger; smarter; and better! (Rush your still a good guy but I just dont lisiten to your program. Laura Ingrum, your a hottie, but I just dont like your show.But thank you for helping! Smash and Glove, you guys were the only people able to drag me away from Howard in the morning, thank you!) I want to thank Fox News for being fair and balanced! I would like to thank the Hollywood left for opening their mouths! Along the same lines I would like to thank Teresia Heintz-Kerry for opening hers. (You cost sooooo many votes for you husband you dumb bitch LOL) I would like to thank John Edwards for sounding like Bubba from Forest Gump. I would like to thank all the bloggers who posted all their Libral dreck day after day, after day, after day; and turned off millions of people in droves who would have probably voted for John Kerry had you shut your fucking yappers! (that ones for you Quill!) I want to thank "Moveon.org" for makeing it sound like the sky is falling everytime you turn around. (see previous comment about being turned off by John Kerry) I want to thank jibjab.com for all the laughs. Last but not least... Zell Miller, for standing up at the RNC and haveing the currage to tell his own Democratic party to shut the hell up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short peeps.... *raises a glass of Champaige&lt;br /&gt;Heres to 4 more years, now lets party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110623188057951799?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110623188057951799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110623188057951799' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110623188057951799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110623188057951799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/victory-for-america.html' title='Victory for America....'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110622168401682658</id><published>2005-01-20T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T03:48:04.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038911106_rraverbear.jpg" border="0" alt="Raver Bear"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Raver Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110622168401682658?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110622168401682658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110622168401682658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110622168401682658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110622168401682658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/raver-bear-which-dysfunctional-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110615538780660901</id><published>2005-01-19T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T09:23:07.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more laughs at democrats</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://politicalhumor.about.com/library/graphics/democrats_jackass.jpg"&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost didnt put this one up because I found it insulting to Johnny Knoxville my idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://politicalhumor.about.com/library/graphics/dean_kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://politicalhumor.about.com/library/graphics/kerry_57positions.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110615538780660901?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110615538780660901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110615538780660901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110615538780660901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110615538780660901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/more-laughs-at-democrats.html' title='more laughs at democrats'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110606630174009014</id><published>2005-01-18T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T08:38:21.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A republican and a democrat.....</title><content type='html'>A Republican and a Democrat were walking down the street when they came to a homeless person. The Republican gave the homeless person his business card and told him to come to his business for a job. He then took twenty dollars out of his pocket and gave it to the homeless person.&lt;br /&gt;The Democrat was very impressed, and when they came to another homeless person, he decided to help.&lt;br /&gt;He walked over to the homeless person and gave him directions to the welfare office. He then reached into the Republican's pocket and got out twenty dollars. He kept 15 for administrative fees and gave the homeless person five. Now you understand the difference between Republicans and Democrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.conservativematch.com/galleries/articles/medium/90.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110606630174009014?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110606630174009014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110606630174009014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110606630174009014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110606630174009014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/republican-and-democrat.html' title='A republican and a democrat.....'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110604676959074150</id><published>2005-01-18T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T03:12:49.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still got it!</title><content type='html'>You know... some chicks still fawn over me and I dunno why. All I wanted was a pack of cigs from the gas station. Sounds easy right, wrong! Some girl named Abbie decided she wanted my phone number. She was some britney spears pop-princess wanna-be. Yes she had on the school girl outfit, pig tails, knee-high socks and platforms. (I'll admit yes she looked hot) alass I shot her down. I explaned to her several times over I had a girlfriend. When she asked for my number I gave her "321-2222" (thats time and temp in St. Louis). I dont think she quite got the hint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110604676959074150?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110604676959074150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110604676959074150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110604676959074150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110604676959074150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-still-got-it.html' title='I still got it!'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110598336718032129</id><published>2005-01-17T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T09:36:07.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;UGH! I need sleep! This redecorateing is killing me. Do chicks just get some hair up their ass and decide that the way something looks just isnt anygood any more? Or is that they do this just to piss me off? Lets see whats new... Sandy called last night. I havent heard outa her in a month. Shes doing fine she asked about the crew. I told her Shark was still in Iraq, and yes she is still his bitch! (Shark if your reading this she sends her best. I really did try for pics for ya.) We then got into a discussion of our signifagent others. I do feal kinda bad for her boyfriend. His pops got colon cancer. I know whats its like when your dad dies. So then Lissan called. (I love lamp!) I'm all excited its tax season. I get to see how much el presadente is giveing me back this year. Speeking of el presadente I am haveing a party thursday with YRC. Were all gona get drunk and make fun of the dems. It should be fun a few aldermen and a senator will be their. Told you all I'm gonna get to the white house come hell or high water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110598336718032129?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110598336718032129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110598336718032129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110598336718032129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110598336718032129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/ugh-i-need-sleep-this-redecorateing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110598091786164099</id><published>2005-01-17T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T08:55:17.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLK day.... or the zen of Ben Folds</title><content type='html'>let me tell ya'll what it's like&lt;br /&gt;being male, middle class and white&lt;br /&gt;it's a bitch, if you don't believe listen up to my new cd&lt;br /&gt;sham on i got shit running through my brain&lt;br /&gt;so intense that i can't explain&lt;br /&gt;all alone in my white boy pain&lt;br /&gt;shake your booty while the band complains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rocking the suburbs&lt;br /&gt; just like michael jackson did&lt;br /&gt;i'm rocking the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;except that he was talented&lt;br /&gt;i'm rocking the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;i take the checks and face the facts&lt;br /&gt;that some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed off but i'm too polite&lt;br /&gt;when people break in the mcdonalds line&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad you made me so uptight&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i don't know how much i can take&lt;br /&gt;girl give me something i can break&lt;br /&gt;i'm rocking the suburbs just like quiet riot did&lt;br /&gt;i'm rocking the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;except that they were talented&lt;br /&gt;i'm rocking the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;i take the checks and face the facts&lt;br /&gt;that some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a haze these days i pull up to the stoplight&lt;br /&gt;i can feel that something's not right&lt;br /&gt;i can feel that someone's blasting me with hate and bass&lt;br /&gt;sending dirty vibes my way&lt;br /&gt;cause my great great great great grandad&lt;br /&gt;made someone's great great great great grandaddy slaves&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't my idea it wasn't my idea&lt;br /&gt;it never was my idea&lt;br /&gt;i just drove to the store for some preparation h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya'll don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;being male, middle class and white&lt;br /&gt;it gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say fuck&lt;br /&gt;just like jon bon jovi did&lt;br /&gt;i'm rocking the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;except that he was talented&lt;br /&gt;i'm rocking the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;i take the checks and face the facts&lt;br /&gt;that some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks&lt;br /&gt;these days i'm rocking the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;you'd better look out because i'm gonna say fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Ben Folds - "Rockin the subburbs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110598091786164099?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110598091786164099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110598091786164099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110598091786164099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110598091786164099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/mlk-day-or-zen-of-ben-folds.html' title='MLK day.... or the zen of Ben Folds'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671324.post-110579168047156166</id><published>2005-01-15T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T04:21:20.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble pie, and street racing</title><content type='html'>So it finaly happened. Lissan beat me at my own game. The student has become the teacher. We did our usual trip to Dave and Busters. I had just gotten done doing the "ferrari 350" challange and she had run out of cash on her card. So being the nice guy I am, I let her use my card. We walked over to the "Need for speed: Hot Persuit" game, and we decided that its time to test her driveing skills. She chose her car, a black BMW Z7 (not a bad choice, german engineered, V-8, and bone stock runs a low 12 in the quarter.) roadster. I chose a red Mclauren F-1. (the fastest street legal car you can own) Well game started, and about 1/2 way through the first lap I was paceing her. Then I just pulled along side and "down shifted" then blew right by her. I started singing "Feaver fo tha Flava - by hot action cop" after that and I came in first with her comeing in seccond. She said it was hella fun and wanted to do it again. Fine, we picked same cars. This time I changed the song to "Down on it - hot action cop" and she beat me by 30 secconds. WHAT THE SHIT IS THAT! Two things. NO ONE I REPEAT NO ONE BEATS ME AT RACING GAMES! I SURE AS SHIT REFUSE TO BE BEATEN BY SOMEONE WHO CANT EVEN DRIVE STICK! So I siad ok honey your so smart what did I do wrong? She pointed out that I wasnt getting quick enough out of the hole (my RPM's were to high and I would just spin my tires), and that I wasnt shifting at the red line, I was over shifing.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671324-110579168047156166?l=smokersplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110579168047156166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671324&amp;postID=110579168047156166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110579168047156166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671324/posts/default/110579168047156166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokersplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/humble-pie-and-street-racing.html' title='Humble pie, and street racing'/><author><name>Jay Dub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099192542207681738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/law_chng/331086.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
