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  <title>Huggy Bear Says...</title>
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    <title>ha ha ha  - true</title>
    <published>2005-09-10T14:14:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-10T14:14:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/pacosmotorbike/1056345190_esClarissa.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8b9e664)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are CLARISSA EXPLAINS IT ALL.  She is a rad&lt;br&gt;chick with absolutely no fashion sense.  If you&lt;br&gt;are a guy and chose this... you are gay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/pacosmotorbike/quizzes/Which%20old%20school%20Nickelodeon%20show%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which old school Nickelodeon show 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;</content>
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    <title>jasonallynwrld @ 2005-08-06T14:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-06T18:26:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-06T18:26:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jason Phillip Allyn, Your ideal job is a Stripper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click for another prediction</content>
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    <title>weird huh</title>
    <published>2005-08-06T18:24:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-06T18:24:07Z</updated>
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&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Akira Kurosawa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your film will be 46% romantic, 50% comedy, 31% complex plot, and a $ 40 million budget. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;This is the guy who made the movie on which George Lucas' Star Wars is based (The Hidden Fortress). Rather than hire George, let's dig up Kurosawa to create the classic spectacle that is your life. A simple drama with light touches of comedy, but a big budget. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/110/596/11159777880591814326/mt1123096229.jpg"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;&lt;span&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;td width="149" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="1" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;action-romance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td width="149" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="1" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;humor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;complexity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td width="1" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;budget&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=11683900315001458180"&gt;The Director Who Films Your Life Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=11159777880591814326"&gt;bingomosquito&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>jasonallynwrld @ 2005-07-29T16:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-29T20:08:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-29T20:08:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074769185" method="POST"&gt;&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;What Icons are for you?(Thank you for #1!! 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    <title>this suits me fine</title>
    <published>2005-07-22T19:50:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-22T19:50:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/fgquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/stewie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/fgquiz.html"&gt;Which Family Guy character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>A sad sad day for me....</title>
    <published>2005-07-20T18:05:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-20T18:05:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">'Star Trek' Star James Doohan Dies&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;LOS ANGELES (July 20) - James Doohan, the burly chief engineer of the Starship Enterprise in the original "Star Trek" TV series and motion pictures who responded to the command "Beam me up, Scotty," died early Wednesday. He was 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doohan died at 5:30 a.m. at his Redmond, Wash., home with his wife of 28 years, Wende, at his side, Los Angeles agent and longtime friend Steve Stevens said. The cause of death was pneumonia and Alzheimer's disease, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Canadian-born Doohan was enjoying a busy career as a character actor when he auditioned for a role as an engineer in a new space adventure on NBC in 1966. A master of dialects from his early years in radio, he tried seven different accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The producers asked me which one I preferred," Doohan recalled 30 years later. "I believed the Scot voice was the most commanding. So I told them, 'If this character is going to be an engineer, you'd better make him a Scotsman."'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series, which starred William Shatner as Capt. James T. Kirk and Leonard Nimoy as the enigmatic Mr. Spock, attracted an enthusiastic following of science fiction fans, especially among teenagers and children, but not enough ratings power. NBC canceled it after three seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the series ended in 1969, Doohan found himself typecast as Montgomery Scott, the canny engineer with a burr in his voice. In 1973, he complained to his dentist, who advised him: "Jimmy, you're going to be Scotty long after you're dead. If I were you, I'd go with the flow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I took his advice," said Doohan, "and since then everything's been just lovely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Star Trek" continued in syndicated TV both in the United States and abroad, and its following grew larger and more dedicated. In his later years, Doohan attended 40 "Trekkie" gatherings around the country and lectured at colleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge success of George Lucas's "Star Wars" in 1977 prompted Paramount Pictures, which had produced "Star Trek" for TV, to plan a movie based on the series. The studio brought back the TV cast and hired a topflight director, Robert Wise. "Star Trek - The Motion Picture" was successful enough to spawn five sequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The powerfully built Doohan, a veteran of D-Day in Normandy, spoke frankly in 1998 about his employer, Paramount, and his TV commander:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I started out in the series at basic minimum- plus 10 percent for my agent. That was added a little bit in the second year. When we finally got to our third year, Paramount told us we'd get second-year pay! That's how much they loved us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; Scotty Remembered  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;He accused Shatner of hogging the camera, adding: "I like Captain Kirk, but I sure don't like Bill. He's so insecure that all he can think about is himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Montgomery Doohan was born March 3, 1920, in Vancouver, B.C., youngest of four children of William Doohan, a pharmacist, veterinarian and dentist, and his wife Sarah. As he wrote in his autobiography, "Beam Me Up, Scotty," his father was a drunk who made life miserable for his wife and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 19, James escaped the turmoil at home by joining the Canadian army, becoming a lieutenant in artillery. He was among the Canadian forces that landed on Juno Beach on D-Day. "The sea was rough," he recalled. "We were more afraid of drowning than the Germans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Canadians crossed a minefield laid for tanks; the soldiers weren't heavy enough to detonate the bombs. At 11:30 that night, he was machine-gunned, taking six hits: one that took off his middle right finger (he managed to hide the missing finger on the screen), four in his leg and one in the chest. Fortunately the chest bullet was stopped by his silver cigarette case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the war Doohan on a whim enrolled in a drama class in Toronto. He showed promise and won a two-year scholarship to New York's famed Neighborhood Playhouse, where fellow students included Leslie Nielsen, Tony Randall and Richard Boone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His commanding presence and booming voice brought him work as a character actor in films and television, both in Canada and the U.S. Oddly, his only other TV series besides "Star Trek" was another space adventure, "Space Command," in 1953.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doohan's first marriage to Judy Doohan produced four children. He had two children by his second marriage to Anita Yagel. Both marriages ended in divorce. In 1974 he married Wende Braunberger, and their children were Eric, Thomas and Sarah, who was born in 2000, when Doohan was 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a 1998 interview, Doohan was asked if he ever got tired of hearing the line "Beam me up, Scotty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not tired of it at all," he replied. "Good gracious, it's been said to me for just about 31 years. It's been said to me at 70 miles an hour across four lanes on the freeway. I hear it from just about everybody. It's been fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral arrangements were incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a persdonal note, I have actually met james Doohan numerouse times with my mother. He was fond of her. he used to let my mother sit on his lap. They would flirt. She would tell me how she melled alcohol on his breath...these are disturbing memories for a 12 yr old.</content>
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    <title>I can't believe it's not evil.....</title>
    <published>2005-07-18T13:46:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-18T13:46:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">written in my friend Dan's "my space."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's hero is Jason Allyn, for slamming the door in a preists face today...brava diva</content>
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    <title>Ahhhhhhh...this fits me better</title>
    <published>2005-07-08T17:51:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T17:51:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shemadethis.com/gg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shemadethis.com/gg/blanche.gif" width="238" height="196" alt="Blanche Devereaux" border="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shemadethis.com/gg" target="_blank"&gt;Which Golden Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jasonallynwrld:47991</id>
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    <title>wow - - this is kinda wrong.....</title>
    <published>2005-07-04T15:33:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-04T15:33:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1116634398ult WolverineQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Wolverine&lt;/b&gt;. Wolverine is a loner, and a skilled fighter.  He's got the hots for Jean Grey but a better fit for him would be Storm.  He doesn't like to follow orders which pisses Cyclops off.  He has terrible memories from the experimentation done on him at Weapon X.  Even though he doesn't show it, he loves the X-Men.  Powers: Fast healing and adamantium skeleton and claws.&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;Cyclops&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;Wolverine&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;Emma Frost&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;Storm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="65" 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;65%&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;Beast&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;Iceman&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;Rogue&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;Gambit&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;Nightcrawler&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;Colossus&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;Jean Grey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25" 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;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=37497"&gt;Most Comprehensive X-Men Personality Quiz&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;br /&gt;how did i end up with this???</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jasonallynwrld:47844</id>
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    <title>So true...so true</title>
    <published>2005-06-25T05:32:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-25T05:32:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">George W. Bush's 50 greatest accomplishments &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I attacked and took over two countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I spent the US surplus and bankrupted the US treasury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I shattered the record for the biggest annual deficit in history (not easy) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I set an economic record for the most personal bankruptcies filed in any 12 month period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I set all-time record for the biggest drop in the history of the stock market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am the first president in decades to execute a federal prisoner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am the first president in US history to enter office with a criminal record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In my first year in office I set the all-time record for the most days on vacation by any president in US history (tough to beat my dad's, but I did). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. After taking the entire month of August off for vacation, I presided over the worst security failure in US history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I set the record for most campaign raising trips by any president in US history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.In my first two years in office over 2 million Americans lost their jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I cut unemployment benefits for more out-of-work Americans than any other president in US history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I set the all-time record for most real estate foreclosures in a 12-month period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I appointed more convicted criminals to administration positions than any other president in US history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I set the record for fewest press conferences of any president since the advent of TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I presided over the biggest energy crisis in US history and refused to intervene when corruption was revealed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I signed more laws and executive orders amending the Constitution than any other US president in history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I cut health-care benefits for war veterans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I set the all-time record for most people worldwide to simultaneously take to the streets to protest me (15 million people), shattering the record for protest against any one person in the history of mankind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I dissolved more international treaties than any president in US history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I've made my presidency the most secretive and unaccountable of any in US history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Members of my cabinet are the richest of any administration in US history (the poorest multimillionaire, Condoleeza Rice, has a Chevron oil tanker named after her). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I am the first president in US history to have all 50 states of the union simultaneously struggle against bankruptcy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I presided over the biggest corporate stock market fraud in any market in any country in the history of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I am the first president in US history to order a US attack and military occupation of a sovereign nation, and I did so against the will of the United Nations and the vast majority of the international community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I have created the largest government department bureaucracy in the history of the US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I set the all-time record for biggest annual budget spending increases, more than any other president in US history (Reagan was hard to beat, but I did it!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I am the first president in US history to compel the United Nations to remove the US from the Human Rights Commission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I am the first president in US history to have the United Nations remove the US from the Elections Monitoring Board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I removed more checks and balances and have the least congressional oversight of any presidential administration in US history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I rendered the entire United Nations irrelevant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I withdrew from the World Court Of Law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I refused to allow inspectors access to US prisoners of war and by default no longer abide by the Geneva Conventions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I am the first president in US history to refuse United Nations elections inspectors access during the 2002 elections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I am the all-time US (and world) record holder for the most corporate campaign donations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. The biggest lifetime contributor to my campaign, who is also one of my best friends, presided over one of the largest corporate bankruptcy frauds in world history (Kenneth Lay, former CEO of EnronCorporation) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I spent more money on polls and focus groups than any president in US history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I am the first president to run and hide when the US came under attack (and then lied, saying the enemy had the code to Air Force 1). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I am the first US president to establish a secret shadow government. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I took the world's sympathy for the US after 9/11, and in less than a year made the US the most resented country in the world (possibly the biggest diplomatic failure in US and world history). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I am the first US president in history to have a majority of the people of Europe (71%) view my presidency as the biggest threat to world peace and stability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. I changed US policy to allow convicted criminals to be awarded government contracts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I set the all-time record for the number of administration appointees who violated US laws by not selling their huge investments in corporations that later made bids for gov. contracts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I have removed more freedoms and civil liberties for Americans than any other president in US history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I have created the most divided country in decades, possibly the most divided that the US has been since the Civil War. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I entered office with the strongest economy in US history and in less than two years turned every single economic category heading straight down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I have at least one conviction for drunk driving in Maine (Texas driving record has been erased and is not available). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. I was AWOL from the National Guard and deserted the military during time of war. I refused to take a drug test or even answer any questions about drug use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. All records of my tenure as governor of Texas have been spirited away to my father's library, sealed in secrecy and unavailable for public view. All records of any SEC investigation into my insider trading or bankrupted companies are sealed in secrecy and unavailable for public view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. All minutes of meetings of any public corporations for which I served on the board are sealed in secrecy and unavailable for public view. Any records or minutes from meetings I (or my VP) attended regarding public energy policy are sealed in secrecy and unavailable for public review.</content>
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    <title>Sleep, what's that?</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T06:33:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T06:33:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, so beyond the fact, that Pippin was a bitch to open, I havent slept for 2 weeks, and I finally have an evening off. Pippin ended at 7:30, I was to go home, shower and have my date with Anthony.....That was the plan. Instead I come home to blaring emergency lights....of an ambulance....infront of my house, and all my neighbors outside. I run up to my house in time to see my father being carried away in a strecher.&amp;nbsp; The rest of it was a blur, my sister barking things, my neighbor talking to my dad and my mother....slightly calm. The doggies...in their crates. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, it was an entertaining evening, first watching my dad, then having to meet my dad and sister at the Hospital. When i got to the ER, they said he wasnt there. So I went home. Home to find my mother calmly making dinner for herself talking to the dogs and folding laundry....This is how she deals. We end up calling other hospitals in the area, to find out that he is in the one&amp;nbsp;I went to. I drive back, and of course, call the man at the desk incompetant....but in a nice way, and get greeted by my sister who is of course being way over drmamatic and annoying the hospital staff and myself. Thank god my father was out cold. He didnt have to deal with her. the RN wanted to shoot her. I had to apologize for her at the ende on my evening which was 2 am. My mother specifically sent me there with my sister so SHE wouldn't have to deal with her. What was worse "my dad in the hospital" or "dealing with my sister"....the latter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway....so&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I digress, it's 2 am, and hes there. thye are doing a battery of tests and trying to figure out whats wrong with him. hooray for cartiologists. i don't know...and i don't think I'll ever sleep again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Magic to JEW</title>
    <published>2005-06-08T04:45:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-08T04:45:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oy...I am beat, and stressed, and getting pimples...not a good sign. Pippin is driving me crazy....I am not sure how it's gonna go. they need to get on the ball, I can't sleep, and I am going crazy. i hope they pick it up....or we're gonna sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cheer myself and others up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some Memorable Quotes from &lt;br /&gt;"Designing Women" (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Suzanne, if sex were fast food, there'd be an arch over your bed! &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Their Yuletide Homes design has been stolen] &lt;br /&gt;Bernice: Well, I think we should get some bricks and some baseball bats and go over there and teach them the TRUE meaning of Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne: I got pulled over this morning for having all the mirrors in the Mercedes turned so I could see myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you. &lt;br /&gt;Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[Boarding a plane] &lt;br /&gt;Suzanne: Where are our seats? &lt;br /&gt;Julia: I don't know. If history teaches us anything, mine will be next to a baby who smokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[En route to Japan] &lt;br /&gt;Suzanne: And I'll tell you something else. I am not eating octopus, walking around in my stocking feet, or takin' a bath with my neighbors no matter what those little people say. &lt;br /&gt;Julia: It's always stimulating to travel with the international voice of racism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlene: You know, Allison, you remind me of someone I saw on the Discovery Channel last night. &lt;br /&gt;Allison: And who might that be, Charlene? &lt;br /&gt;Charlene: Adolf Hitler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[about Nancy Reagan's book] &lt;br /&gt;Suzanne: She said it was a gag gift. &lt;br /&gt;Julia: Well, it certainly made me gag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Julia: I think you should tell them to take their invitation, fold it in five corners, and stick it where the sun don't shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[Suzanne modeling a fur pull-over] &lt;br /&gt;protestor: 50 animals died because of that coat! &lt;br /&gt;Suzanne: Wanna make it 51? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Julia: I guess I'm excited about seeing Mother again, visiting a totally new country. Of course, seeing Japan with Mother will be seeing the real Japan. &lt;br /&gt;Suzanne: Julia, I am just here to visit Mother and pick up a car. I do not want to have any cultural experiences. As for seeing the "real" Japan, I've noticed that whenever people start talking about seeing the "real" anything, what they're talking about, basically, is hanging around with poor people. Now, I say I don't hang around with poor people at home, why should I do it on vacation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene: I asked this Northern woman, "Where are ya'll from?" And she said, "I'm from a place where we don't end our sentences with prepositions." So I said, "Okay, where are ya'll from, bitch?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Julia: In general, it has been the men who have done the raping, and the robbing, and the killing, and the war-mongering for the last two thousand years. It has been the men who have done the pillaging, and the beheading, and the subjecating of whole races into slavery. It has been the men who have done the law making, and the money making, and the most of the mischief making. So if the world isn't quite what you had in mind, you have only yourselves to thank! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Julia: [when a flight attendant refuses to tell her the age of the plane they're flying in] What exactly are they supposed to do, wait for a wing to fall off and count the rings?</content>
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    <title>A Thank you poem....</title>
    <published>2005-06-07T01:38:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-07T01:41:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp;must type this, to a special someone for having her bring me my amazing "Lewis."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="6"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;A tone poem.....&lt;/font&gt;by Evil Dictator Jason&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;She's tiny, she's funny, she's Jordan's lil bunny&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;She rock's my world like honey, and she's sunny as can be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;When she is "High-kickin" other dancers take a lickin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;Even when her taps are clickin,&amp;nbsp; shes the perfect Sam for me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;She's crazy, and testy&amp;nbsp;and kinda orange zesty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;And she's been real breasty since she hit that puberty!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;Oh! Sammi Meckes, she's the girl who brighted up my day!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;She brought a boy, whos tall and buff, and yes he isn't gay!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;So Sammi Meckes I love you, you saved the world and some!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;With my new lewis I won't blow my brains to Kingdom Come!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;Sammi Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeckes I Loooooooooooooove Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;They're dead!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>HA! This is so right on!</title>
    <published>2005-06-06T04:46:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-06T04:46:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="200" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFD391"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCE93"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC995"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC498"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBF9A"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB99C"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB49E"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFAFA1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFAAA3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 63%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5A5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will die, after conquering the world as an evil dictator.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>poor ...Unsucsessful and fat!</title>
    <published>2005-06-05T05:28:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-05T05:28:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Corner of the sky</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok, it's not even june yet and I hate the summer already. I hate it hate it hate it. It already taken, Craig, Christiana and now Dave. Plus my other certain friend that was taken a few months ago. Becca is gone, Petey has been here but is gone, Jon is....MIA, and Jenna and I play phone tag. I think i am going to have abandonment issues. What the fuck????? I know there is a lesson in this. I just don't know what. So, with the help of my friend Jen, shes getting my ass into the professional theater world and helping me look for gigs. I also started applying for work out of state again. I might as well get on that band waggon. I don;t know. I don't get it. I hate the world and want to get off.</content>
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    <title>My sex and the city mood continues....</title>
    <published>2005-06-02T15:09:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-02T15:09:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Samantha: There's no such thing as bad publicity. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Of course you'd say that, you're a publicist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Modelizer: Why fuck the girl in the skirt, when you can fuck the girl in the ad for the skirt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: How can you forget a guy you've slept with? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Toto, I don't think we're in single-digits anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Driver: No smoking in cab. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I'm sorry, we are talking up the butt. A cigarette is in order. &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: I just don't want to be known as the "up-the-butt girl". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Stanford: I don't like having anything inserted in my anus, even though it may come as a surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: One time I fucked a guy because he had a swimming pool. I came over and he used to bring me Kool-Aid. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Kool-Aid? &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: I was thirteen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: My fuck buddy moved to Chicago. Now, we have phone sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: You dated Mr. Big. I'm dating Mr. Too Big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: You have Steve. &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I don't "have" Steve. There is no having of the Steve. We're good friends. &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: No, *we're* good friends, but I don't put my dick in you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: You haven't had a crush since Big. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Big wasn't a crush. He was a crash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: I'm a "trisexual". I'll try anything once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Until he says "I love you", you're a free agent. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: What is this? The Rules According to Samantha? &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: See? I'm more old-fashioned than you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: One woman's Titanic is another woman's Love Boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[Charlotte York has just discovered that Samantha Jones has slept with her brother Wesley] &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Is your vagina listed in the New York City guide books? Because it should be - hottest spot in town. Always open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: I'm dating a guy with the funkiest tasting spunk... &lt;br /&gt;[Charlotte storms out of the coffee shop] &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: [to Carrie] And she's never coming back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: My marriage is a fake Fendi. He can't even get it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[Upon seeing a firefighter stripper] &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Hello, 911. I'm on fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I know you're probably busy having mind-blowing sex, but I feel you need to know that your good friend, Miranda Hobbes, has just taken a piece of cake out of the garbage and eaten it. You'll probably need this information when you check me into the "Betty Crocker Clinic." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Trey, I am tired of being married to your penis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: I have a date with a dildo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: [with a hangover] My hair hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Schooner and Rebecca need each other. Schooner and Rebecca need each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I'm thinking balls are to men, what purses are to women. It's just a little bag but we'd feel naked in public without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: There isn't enough wall space in New York City to hang all of my exes. Let me tell you, a lot of them were hung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: [to her male intern] The bad news is you're fired. The good news is now I can fuck you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Stanford: It's so not fair. All the good ones are straight... even the gay ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: [to Carrie about Big] Have fun, just don't have amnesia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: The universe may not always play fair, but at least it's got a hell of a sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: I don't think she's a lesbian. I think she just ran out of men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Someone's definition of what constitutes cheating is in direct proportion to how much they themselves want to cheat. &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: That's moral relativism. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I prefer to think of it as quantum cheating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Trey: You're learning Chinese? &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Well, just in case, I want to be able to speak to the baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[on meeting Big's new girlfriend] &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Your girl is lovely, Hubbell. &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Big: I don't get it. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: And you never did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[after oral sex on some guy] &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Could you shave or something? Blowing you is like getting my teeth flossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Look at his robe. So "Robin and his Merry Men." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: You have a lot of nerve telling me to get a wax. If you were in Aruba the natives could bead your back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: I'll admit I have had to polish myself off once or twice, but yes, when I RSVP to a party, I make it my business to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Anything else around here need milking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Well, I remember when Danny had more than one thought, and they all involved going up my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Last night I could not stop thinking about a Big Mac. I finally had to get dressed, go out and pick up a guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Well, I don't know how you people do it. All that emotional chow-chow. It's exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: What am I supposed to say? "Hi, this is my lesbian lover. And p.s.: I'm done with dick"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: You've got to get online, honey. If only for the porn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Hi, I'd like a Cheeseburger, please, a large fries and a Cosmopolitan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: She's shiny Hair Style Section Vera Wang and I'm the sex column they run next to ads for penile implants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I've talked to her twice. Once I was in a cowboy hat and once I was in my bra. I'm like friggin' Annie Get Your Clothes On. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Vodka, rum, gin, gay, bi, straight... this party was a veritable pu pu platter of sexual orientation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: How does that work? You go to bed one night, wake up the next morning, and poof - you're a lesbian? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Wait a minute. Are we talking tukhis lingus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: How does this happen? How do they get the message that the ass is now on the menu? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I just left "silent Y" in the bathroom. Oh and P.S., apparently the eighties are back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: If by "going," you mean being taken against my will and kidnapped, then yes I'm going. So, enjoy me now, ladies, because this weekend I am Patty Hearst in a mud puddy. I'm a hick town hostage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: You can't make friends with a squirrel. Squirrels are just rats with cuter outfits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: The only thing I've ever successfully made in the kitchen is a mess. And several small fires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Here. Swear. Swear on Chanel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: So what are we going to do? Sit around bars, sipping Cosmos and sleeping with strangers when we're eighty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Do any of you have a completely unremarkable friend or maybe a houseplant I could go to dinner with on Saturday night? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Okay, I'm definitely in the slow sexual group if even Charlotte is open to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Soul mates only exist in the Hallmark aisle of Duane Reade Drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I made him cry. No, first I yelled at him - I yelled at my friend the cancer patient - then I made him cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I used to masturbate to a busboy who was rude to me once. What do you think that means? All right. The cheese stands alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Sexy is the thing I try to get them to see me as after I win them over with my personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Women don't care. We care about nice arms, great eyes, a big dick... I've never once heard a woman say: "He had such a big full scrotum." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I'm fine... but Charlotte, maybe your "hmmm hmmm" would like an order of fries? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I don't want a boyfriend who does that. It's never ok to do that. Wait your turn, shut the door, do your business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Allow me to get right to the point, guys. After careful consideration, I have decided that I am getting married this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: I read that if you don't have sex for a year, you can actually become "revirginized". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Trey, you have a boner... I can't discuss my notes if you have a boner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: My vagina's depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Can you have an affair with your own husband? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Look. She's got big boobs. So does she. It's the big boobs bonanza issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: We finally have the penis working. I don't want to scare it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: If you had a patient who had a very, very slim chance of living, would that be good news? Would you tell the family, "Buck up, he's got a shot in hell?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Sex with an ex can be depressing. If it's good you can't get it anymore, if it's bad you just had sex with an ex. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: It wouldn't be bad. &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Oh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Where were you on your lunch break? I stopped by your office and you weren't there? &lt;br /&gt;Richard: I was eating. &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Eating? Eating who? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe, you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: That's another reason I love New York. Just like that, it can go from bad to cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: You can't be friends with a squirrel. A squirrel is just a rat with a cuter outfit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Big: Interesting dress. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Meaning? &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Big: Interesting dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: [to a heckling construction worker] You got what I want? You got what I need? What I WANT... is to GET LAID. What I NEED... is to GET LAID. I NEED to GET LAID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Can we cut the cake? I have to go to a Three-way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Come and get me sailors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: [laughing uncontrollably] Wait, Wade, Wait... The Chicken Wings. If they come in and see billions of chicken wings they're gonna know &lt;br /&gt;[more laughing] &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: ... that we were smoking the POT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Money is power, sex is power, therefore, getting money for sex is simply an exchange of power. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Once again, Samantha managed to up-sex me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: After years of odd men, God is throwing me a bone. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: And possibly a boner as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: That night, Trey successfully screwed his wife for a full minute-and-a-half... before the wind died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: You pull me off my unicorn, you tear away my gossamer petticoats, and you put your schooner deep inside my Rebecca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: One woman's pornographer is another woman's spiritual leader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: The country runs better with a good looking man in the White House. I mean, look what happened with Nixon; no one wanted to fuck him, so he fucked everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[after hearing Big is moving to Napa, California] &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: If you're tired of New York you take a nap-a, you don't move to Napa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: [to Samantha] This past week I've seen Miranda's boobs and Charlotte's boob. Why don't you show me your boobs too and the circle is full? &lt;br /&gt;[Samantha flashes her boobs] &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I was kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[Miranda's new "Weight Watchers" boyfriend is a messy lover to which Carrie quips] &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Miranda's over-eater over-ate her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: [about therapists] First they want you to come there two times a week, then three times a week, and eventually you're starting every sentence with 'my therapist says... ' &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: My therapist says that's a very common fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Yes, we'd love to meet Wesley of Wesley and Leslie. And by the way, does he work at Nestle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Stanford: I can only stay a few minutes. I got tickets to the Vagina Monologues. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Why? &lt;br /&gt;Stanford: Just because I don't eat at the restaurant doesn't mean I can't hear the specials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Miranda was a huge fan of the Yankees. I was a huge fan of being anywhere you could smoke and drink at two in the afternoon without judgment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: If we could perpetually do blowjobs to every guy on earth, we would own the world. And at the same time have our hands free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: You men have no idea what we're dealing with down there. Teeth placement, and jaw stress, and suction, and gag reflex, and all the while bobbing up and down, moaning and trying to breathe through our noses. Easy? Honey, they don't call it a job for nothin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[Charlotte, on seeing the tacky floral arrangement at Miranda's mother's funeral] &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: They were supposed to say, "I'm sorry for your loss," not "You're dead, let's disco..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Is it safe to buy pot from strangers? &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: They're not strangers, they're our new friends with pot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: And then I realised something, twenty-something girls are just fabulous, until you see one with the man who broke your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: You get married and hope for the best. If it dosen't work out you'll get divorced. You can take tap with Bojangles over here. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: No I can't take a vow of for ever and ever if what I mean is for the forseeable future. I couldn't do that to Aiden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lew: You want to go grab a drink? &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Yes please, the sight of all these white teeth is blinding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: You think it's as simple as my dad walked out therefore I'll always be screwed up about men? &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: My father came home at seven on the button every night and I still have no clue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: [to the girls] I think I have monogamy. I caught it from you people. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Oh God it's airborne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I just got Brady to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Dr. Robert Leeds: Do you sing to him? &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Only if he's been bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: This is the day I got arrested for smokin' a doobie. &lt;br /&gt;[giggling uncontrollably] &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Did you hear that? &lt;br /&gt;[giggling] &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I said "doobie". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: I proposed to myself. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: What? &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Yes. I suggested he have a tomato salad, then I suggested we get married. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Wait. What exactly did he say? &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: All righty. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: All righty? He said all righty? Now I'm thinking the upsetting thing isn't that you proposed, it's that you proposed to a guy that says "all righty". &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Oh, Carrie, stop. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: All righty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I can't believe this. We spend our lives hiding the fat in our ass and you're putting it right on your face? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[Charlotte is converting to Judaism] &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Hello, My name is Charlotte York and I am interested in joining the Jewish faith. &lt;br /&gt;Rabbi: Sorry, we're not interested. &lt;br /&gt;[Closes the door in her face] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Big: Abso-fucking-lutely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Big: [Carrie has returned to New York after a bad spell in Paris and where Big in his ubuquitous runs into her outside on the streets on NYC outside of her apartment] You know, I don't live here anymore and the Four Season won't check you in until one o'clock. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Oh? Did you wanna come up? &lt;br /&gt;[She points to her apartment] &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Big: Abso-fucking-lutely! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: The fact is, sometimes it's really hard to walk in a single woman's shoes. That's why we need really special ones now and then to make the walk a little more fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: [Stomps her foot while on the phone at Steve's] DAMMIT! I fucked up Debbie's B! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: How did you get here? &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Big: It took me a really long time to get here, but I'm here. Carrie, You're the ONE. Kiss, me you big cry baby. &lt;br /&gt;[they kiss] &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I miss New York. Take me home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: I'm a bad wife. I ordered Chinese and I got something from China, too. They're giving us a baby. I guess God remembered out address. Here she is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Smith Jerrod: Hey, Babe, I flew back... &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: You flew all night? Why? &lt;br /&gt;Smith Jerrod: I forgot to tell you something on the phone... I love you. &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: You flew back to tell me that? &lt;br /&gt;Smith Jerrod: Can you think of a better reason? &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: No, I can't. You have meant more to me than any man I have ever known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Magda: What you did. That is love. You love. &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: [after giving Steve's mother, who has had a stroke, a bath] Let's not make a big deal of it to Steve. It will upset him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[the girls are having lunch] &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Big's leaving his wife! &lt;br /&gt;[All girls gasp] &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: He got drunk and told me at the furniture show &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: What was he doing at a furniture show? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Drinkin' and leaving his wife! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I once was broken up with by a guy's doorman: "I'm sorry, Ms. Hobbes, Jonathan won't be coming down. Ever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[at Carrie's very emotional and weepy goodbye dinner - Charlotte in particular is being a total weepy waterworks] &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Let's pull it up, shall we? I'd like to show my face here again here. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Yes, here's to go. Right. Someone say something not sentimental. &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Chemo might have kicked me into early menopause. &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Task accomplished! &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: You cannot BELEIVE the hot flashes! I can barely keep my clothes on! &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Really? What was your excuse before the chemo? &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: [lovingly] I'm gonna miss you, you cunt. &lt;br /&gt;[Charlotte breaks into tears again, devastated that Carries is leaving for Paris in a few hours] &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Wow, even "cunt" didn't stop her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Big: It took me a really long time to get here, but I'm here. Carrie, you're the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I was told there'd be no clowns - nothing scarier than a clown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[a fat jerk want Miranda to leave a blackjack table when they're in Atlantic City] &lt;br /&gt;jerk: Hey red, move your fat ass! &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: What did you say to her? &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Hey, her *ass*... isn't normally this big! &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Yeah, you're right. Thank you! My ass is this big because I just had a baby, you asshole. &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: What's your excuse? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Ya havin' triplets? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: You string me along for two years and you marry some 25 year old girl after five months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: It's good to know that the ones you love will always be in your heart. And if your very lucky, only a plane ride away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: When did you stop calling her the idiot stick figure with no soul. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Three weeks ago when I saw them at Cafe M. He was smiling and holding her hand and I finally got it. They're happy slash we're over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I'm gonna ask you an unpleasant question now- why did you ever say yes? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: The man you love kneels down in the street and offers you a ring, you say yes that's what you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Liu: If I was as bad an actress as you, I'd still be serving onion rings at TGI Fridays! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: You're Heidi Klum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Dolce and Gabanna picked me? &lt;br /&gt;Fashion show producer: Yes fuckette, and those as some picky Italians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: My name's Samantha and I'm a loveaholic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: She can marry a gay guy but you can't marry an Episcopalian? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Steve: Who's gonna fuck a uniball bartender? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: "Going out of business sex", what do you think? &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: [immediately] No. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: All right, Quick Draw, give it a second here. &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: [gives it a literal second] No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: My Zen teacher also said the only way to true happiness is to live in the moment and not be worried about the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: I didn't know you were into children's books. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Well, who doesn't love children's books? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: [in her head] Five minutes of bodice-ripping material out the window. So, I did what any writer would do... I pulled an idea out of my ass. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Well, my story's about a little girl... named Cathy. Little Cathy. &lt;br /&gt;Barbara: And what makes Little Cathy special? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Well, um, she has these magic... &lt;br /&gt;[looks at cigarettes in her purse] &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: ...cigarettes. &lt;br /&gt;Barbara: She has magic cigarettes? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Yes, "Little Cathy and Her Magic Cigarettes". And whenever she lights up, she can go anywhere in the whole wide world. Like Arabia or New Jersey! Of course that's going to be worked out. &lt;br /&gt;Barbara: You want to write a children's book about smoking? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Yes, it's a children's book for adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: I didn't grow up in a naked house. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Well I didn't either. &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: [laughing about a naked woman in the locker room] I bet she grew up in a naked house. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: She might still live in a naked house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: What? Now? What happened to last night with all your concerns? &lt;br /&gt;Big: Fuck it. You'll need material for the sequel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Stanford: [watching a runway-fallen Carrie get stepped over by Heidi Klum] Oh, my god, she's fashion roadkill! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[complaining about her husband] &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: We have a tea bag situation. &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Oh honey, I totally understand. Just breathe through your nose. &lt;br /&gt;[pause. All stare at Samantha] &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: When you're sucking his balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I'm dating skid-marks guy. When your boyfriend is so comfortable that he cannot be bothered to wipe his ass, there's a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I didn't tell Walker I was pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Miranda! &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: It didn't come up! If Walker had said to me, "Have you given birth recently," I would have said, "Well, first of all, define recently." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: [about analingus] Some guy must have found one woman that loved it and then went around telling everyone, "Women LOOOVE this!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Charlotte, you have slept with eight men and we're still on appetizers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: [dedicating her book] To single women everywhere, and one in particular... my good friend Charlotte, the eternal optimist, who always believes in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Harry: Charlotte, you're so beautiful... your skin is so smooth... &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: And you... have a hard dick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: I masturbated to my priest... Friar Fuck! &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Okay, I think we're going to have to get Charlotte a crash helmet. &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: You have a priest? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Everyone knows you only get 2 great loves in your lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Where'd you hear that, "Convenient Theories for You" magazine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: [about a vibrator] that one actually works against you. If we wanted to work that hard we'd find ourselves a man, am i right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I revealed too much too soon. I was emotionally slutty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: [on the possibility that Carrie's boyfriend will propose to her] If you become one of thos married assholes, I'll kill you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: [somebody drew a crude drawing on Carrie's bus ad, so Samantha tries to comfort her] Nobody in New York notices a bus, unless it's about to hit them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: [on finding out she is pregnant] WHY didn't I use a condom? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: You didn't use a condom? &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: He has one ball, and I have a lazy ovary! In what twisted world does that create a baby? It's like the Special Olympics of conception! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: It's like we live in the Museum of Natural Ugliness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Big: I have to hand it to you kid. Most people come to Paris to fall in love. You came and got slapped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: [offscreen] The only thing harder than choosing a spot for your wedding when you hate weddings is choosing a wedding gift for your friend who hates weddings. &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: What about a guest book? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: There's gonna be like eight of us there. There's no one to keep track of. I can't believe Miranda is getting married. &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: [holds up heart shaped dish] This is pretty! &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Oh, she'll hate that. Too domestic. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: And too bridey. &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Yeah, let's try not to piss her off. &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Maybe we should just buy her a stapler, wrap it in brown paper and just smear some dog poo on it! Think she'd be comfortable with that? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Fine. We'll get the dish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Oh my God! Vagina weights! &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Honey, my vagina waits for no man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: We had left the world of black and white, and now everything was gray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: [to Mr. Big] I'll see you Sunday night. Don't disappoint us. And by us, I mean you and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I'm drunk. I'm drunk at *Vogue*! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[Charlotte has just told the girls about a magazine article she read which said that a woman only gets two "great loves" in her lifetime] &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: So far I've only had one great love - Trey. &lt;br /&gt;[to Miranda] &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: How many great loves have you had? &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Zero. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Really? What about Steve? &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Steve's a friend, not a core-shaker. &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Well, I'm done with great love. I'm back to great lovers. &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: [to Carrie] You? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: I refuse to define love in those limited terms &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: [laughing] I had to! &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Oh, come on Carrie! Aidan and Big! &lt;br /&gt;[Charlotte pauses as she realizes what she just said. Carrie looks up at her] &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: One, two. And according to you, I'm done! &lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: No, no, it was a stupid article. It was at the dentist! &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: No, no, no, no, too late now. You said it, it's over for me. "Here lies Carrie. She had two loves and lots o' shoes" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[the girls are walking down a street. As Miranda bends down to rearrange Brady, Samantha spots sailors up ahead] &lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Ladies, seamen, 12 o'clock! &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: [to Carrie] I pray when I turn around, there are sailors, because with her, you never know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: I said, "No white, no ivory, no nothing that says virgin." I have a child. The jig is up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: [Miranda has just told Carrie that Steve wants to be exclusive, and that she's feeling conflicted about it] Uh-oh. Time for the ol' list. &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: The list? &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Things you like about Steve, things you don't like about Steve. Then see which list is longer. &lt;br /&gt;Miranda: That seems so judgmental. &lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Miranda, you ARE judgmental. Try putting it to good use.</content>
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    <title>A giggle on a crappy evening....</title>
    <published>2005-05-25T03:55:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-25T21:34:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jason: I am going to write a childrens show. "Sammy meckes "the little black cloud"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammi: Hey! I dont like that show... well ... only if i can sing "im just a little black piss cloud .. hovering over jasons parade" sung to the tune of "im just a little blakc rain cloud": from pooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have officialy accepted the fact that I am going to be FAT, for Kim's wedding. porky, portly and rat tat fat! I am chitty chitty fat fat! but I am going to go back to my diet, stop being lazy, oy. Kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh.....good night world.... Good night moon, good night my Alice, may your poor spirits reveal a truth and a hidden harmony in the world ahead.</content>
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    <title>jasonallynwrld @ 2005-05-21T00:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-21T04:25:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-21T04:25:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FRANK GORSHIN DIES &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Frank Gorshin, who played The Riddler in the Batman television show from the 1960s, has died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorshin, 72, died Tuesday after being hospitalized for three weeks at Providence Saint Joseph Medical Center in Burbank, Calif. He had been suffering from lung cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam West, who played Batman and often appeared with Gorshin at comics conventions, said, "Frank will be missed. He made an indelible impression as The Riddler in the classic Batman TV series and he was a fine impressionist as well. Frank made me laugh. He was a friend and fascinating character." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorshin will appear in one of his last roles, as himself, in the season finale of CBS' CSI on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorshin also provided the voice of Hugo Strange in an upcoming episode of Kids' WB!'s the Batman.</content>
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    <title>I wear a metal bikini and I have cinna-bunz in my hair</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T04:40:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T04:40:53Z</updated>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/swhoroscopes/leo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You add a whole new meaning to self-assurance.&lt;br /&gt;You are a nurturing person with great physical strength.&lt;br /&gt;Like many Leos, you will see that your mission for good is completed.&lt;br /&gt;You are very optimistic about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star wars character you are most like: Princess Leia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/starwarshoroscopes/"&gt;What is Your Star Wars Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>sicky sicky sicky - poop!</title>
    <published>2005-05-12T18:21:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-12T18:21:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and now something fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.&lt;br /&gt;02. I will then tell what song/movie remind me of you. &lt;br /&gt;03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, 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.</content>
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    <title>This is soooooo fucking WRONG! but yet kind of right!</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T18:49:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T18:49:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=20573"&gt;"what celebrity bootay do you have? (girls only)"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.zenhex.com/quiz5/20573/res4.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your butt is quite average but you know how to work it.</content>
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    <title>What a day - I'm Elaine. But I am happy.</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T18:44:44Z</published>
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    <title>Diary Of HUGGY BEAR</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T05:30:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T05:31:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huggy bear is sleepy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huggy bear is full.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huggy bear ate waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huggy bear knows that &lt;u&gt;listerine&lt;/u&gt; isn't just for your mouth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#993399" size="4"&gt;In short, spent the weekend with my girl Carlyn. I had the best time ever. Made me feel better about some things. I also know that the spiders in her house will play an instrument before an attack.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#993399" size="4"&gt;Uggg.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#993399" size="4"&gt;Also saw Jordan Saturday...I miss my LEO!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#993399" size="4"&gt;Bed time!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Aw fuck....I'm "Huggy bear."</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T02:57:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T02:59:03Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;Yes, thanks to my darling friend Christiana, my new nick name is "huggy bear". So out with "Bull dawg" in with "Huggy bear." Kill me now. I hate you all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;The cast of robin hood is diseased! Dom, Jen, Carlyn, myself and Sammi all have sars I guess. I don't know. I like my cast. Amamzing people. We laugh alot. Thanks guys! but we still must be quarentined.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;Um..that's it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" size="4"&gt;I want to go to fire island this summer. I would love to go with Jen, Carlyn and Craig. i wonder if they'd go?&amp;nbsp; Joanie and&amp;nbsp;I shall do a road trip. I don't know.&amp;nbsp;I have some&amp;nbsp;other plans this summer. Hopefully a show&amp;nbsp;I want to do. Maybe do a cabaret, maybe wear an unflattering horizontal stripe. Something.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;For Richard! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;For Ralph!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>another update</title>
    <published>2005-04-22T04:23:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-22T04:23:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Oy...stuff goin on...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I went out to dinner with Jen Churra tonight. YAY! We went to this steakhouse that reminded me of some old west saloon. Good food though. We ate like piggies. Too much bar-b-cue sauce! Uggggggggg.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;this is a side conversation after the dinner)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#993399" size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JASON&lt;/u&gt;: fat fat fat fat moooooooooooo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#993399" size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JEN&lt;/u&gt;: hahhhaha! shh, I'm being a munchkin...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#993399" size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JASON&lt;/u&gt;: when do munchkins sing 'fat fat fat fat?" is this before or after the lolypop guild?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#993399" size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JEN&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp; um, way before, before the house lands&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#993399" size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JASON&lt;/u&gt;: or maybe it was a cut song, the munchkins sing it after dorothy leaves, its their opinion of her&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#993399" size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JEN&lt;/u&gt;: that's why judy was on the diet pills.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While waiting for Jen,&amp;nbsp;I also got asked if&amp;nbsp;I was selling drugs from two kids. It was odd. Then got stuck in a phone booth that smelled like pee.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JASON&lt;/u&gt;: Where are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JEN&lt;/u&gt;: I'm rounding the corner! I'll be parking in a second.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JASON&lt;/u&gt;: Well, hurry up. Two kids asked me for drugs, and I'm in a phone booth that smells like pee. There's cup of pee ontop of the phone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JEN&lt;/u&gt;: Well, get off the phone then!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I laughed alot today...ahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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