<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:42:10.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Wow Me...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412.post-109842050409418098</id><published>2004-10-22T01:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T01:48:24.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar forsale</title><content type='html'>My Girlfriend's father is selling a very sweet guitar package. it's all roughly about a year old, but has been kept in excellent condition. The guitar has only been played a few times, and kept in a hard shell case. His new passion is now drums, so he figured, why waste a good guitar, and let someone get some use out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's a samick ultramatic (neck through series) guitar (right-handed), a digitec Rp100 pedal, a (15 watt, I think) yahama amp, a plastic hard shell case (with lock and key), Also the strap, cables and picks. He is asking $500 for everything, which is a sweet deal. I would have jumped at it but i already have an Rp100 pedal and i'm a lefty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a picture of the exact guitar and pedal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img69.exs.cx/img69/7769/um2trimage.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested please contact me at 849-1271 or you can just call the seller directly at 842-1317 (ask for Al)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109412-109842050409418098?l=wowme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109842050409418098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109842050409418098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/2004/10/guitar-forsale.html' title='Guitar forsale'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412.post-109656528121327320</id><published>2004-09-30T14:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:28:01.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Hobby.</title><content type='html'>Hello all, I know it has been quite a while since my last post. But frankly, I had nothing worth posting about. &lt;br /&gt;I have recently found a new hobby, "Tattooing". &lt;br /&gt;I have designed my own homemade tattoo gun, from scratch. With basic house hold items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img35.exs.cx/img35/1861/tatgun.png&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With this tattoo gun I have, so far, given myself two tattoos, shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img11.exs.cx/img11/4708/myowncross.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img11.exs.cx/img11/6417/ANDREWZTAT.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly I can only draw with the specific needle i am using. I need a shading needle for coloring, or any type of shading. Hopefully, i'll be able to get one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109412-109656528121327320?l=wowme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109656528121327320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109656528121327320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-new-hobby.html' title='My new Hobby.'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412.post-109539426004114819</id><published>2004-09-17T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T11:55:16.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Random quotes from stupid fucks.</title><content type='html'>Okay guys brace yourself, this is a very sad attempt of originality. A few of my friends were over tonight, so i decided to start typing bits and pieces of conversations. It's pretty messed up. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was up with that I can't go to bed, I gotta get up for school.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping days. you better be up at 6 o'clock. true dat. WAKE UP. sleep in english class. wake up dead. he did that last year too. he's funny man. Who's the other older guy? the guy with the hearing aid with the black white and blue leather jacket. Mustache? kind of tall. he's fucked. watching porn. Me jenny, jess Kevin ray and the big tall guy wit glasses... young old? funky glasses. long greasy hair, kind of chubby faced. she stank.. Mr. Smarty pants your point is made... oh my god look at this, happy face on the dime. rushes ya out, gonna have a heart attack... yer refund an heart attack. Mommy doesn't love me. Good luck my mommy don't like me neither, fuck you i'm taking the car. I gotta get my Christmas gifts bough too. Smack her. Shit. Get his ass kicked. I drank one glass of pop and 2 coffees at work, I made 30 bucks and it's gone. I got my first pay. 78 bucks. You suck dick. I have 2 pee. I just peed at robins. not bad..&lt;br /&gt;grabbed him by his collar, he can take a lick of my hole. i'm 2 tired. I'll take a rain check. I got work @ 11 tomorrow 11-8. they just switched it. can ya get sponges surgically in your stomach, to absorb everything? cause i piss too much man. everyone left. oh my god I gotta go to the bathroom. There's shit all over the place. her bag busted all over the place. Get one the end of err. You'd like it too much. Not really. No she can come out tomorrow night. Women love the dick. I'm sick of computers. Blogs are gay. What is the point? is anyone gonna read this shit. anyone who reads this has more time on there had than the person who wrote it. oh god people eat me all the time. Fuck you. You said it not me. Open mouth insert foot. Fish. Clam chowder. He made u bang him then started laughing. I never got anything yet so how can I b cut off. Do you pay for anything here? I betchya that tickled didn't it. I can't hit you cruelty to animals is against the law. Stop talking. I'm in a great mood tonight.oh yaw. herpes. trying at tell me something over there, herpes to sell. I'll sell u the clap. She called me the other night. Half a number 2 got the clap from her. Clap clap. Sleep with anything wit legs. Furry has a tail and walks on 4.where were u? Wants to get to know the disease he's getting first. Oh my god it stopped but I'm foaming from the mouth. Butt me. Get err' done. This is just random shit pulled from the air. you really got alot of time on your hand buy. I got better ways to waste my time. Sped sounds. I gotta piss again. maybe he got ya pregnant. wanted ya to bang something. didn't pull out in time. Neil and bob. I'll fuckin show u diabetes. I need a pregnancy test. Please let er be dyin... oh I really got to pee. This worse than drinking, put the reggae on. you wanna come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109412-109539426004114819?l=wowme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109539426004114819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109539426004114819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/2004/09/random-quotes-from-stupid-fucks.html' title='Random quotes from stupid fucks.'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412.post-109500779592514606</id><published>2004-09-12T13:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T01:32:47.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Pleasure.</title><content type='html'>We know that today's teens are faced with difficult choices more than ever before. The spectre of unwanted teen pregnancy looms large in the social lives of all modern adolescents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the safest way for teens to avoid unwanted pregnancy while satisfying their carnal needs is to limit themselves to homoerotic encounters until they are ready for procreation. But many boys and girls are uncomfortable with the idea of same-sex encounters. Anal sex, however, can be fun for both sexes, and thanks to modern improvements in strap-on sex tools, girls can enjoy being in control of their own anal encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, teens, the next time you strip down for sex, remember the virgin motto - "Everything Butt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anal Sex, is becoming a very popular method of sexual intercourse. Not only in the world of teen's, but also is growing quite large in the, "Adult entertainment" industry. Many people may ask themselves,"Why anal sex?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides the fact that it's a sure fire way not to get pregnant, also have you noticed that the Anus is much tighter that that of the vaginal opening? Many woman who generally have alot of (vaginal) sex, are turning more to anal sex. This is due to the fact that the more vaginal intercourse you have, the looser the vaginal walls become. Which, after a period of time, can cause lack of pleasure, from both the deliverer and the recipient during intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But On the Other Hand, I have done some research and have discovered an amazing new product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img12.exs.cx/img12/2154/virgin.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This product is called "Liquid Virgin". It's a Vaginal Contracting Lubricant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Similar to the age-old China Shrink cream. These drops work to temporarily tighten the walls of the vagina.&lt;br /&gt;The directions say to apply a few drops to the desired area 15 minutes prior to any activity for desired results and moisturization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: Deonized water, aloe vera extract, glycerin, &lt;b&gt;potassium alum&lt;/b&gt;, xanthan gum, hydropoyl methylcellulose, polysorbate 20, phenoxyethanol, methylparaben, hydrolyzed collagen, sodium benzoate, DL menthol, calcium chloride, propylparaben, citric acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a note: Potassium Alum is added to foods as a sour flavor. It also appears in cartoons. The character eats some Alum and their mouth is shown to pucker up. Often seen on Tom &amp;amp; Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have to be very careful, when giving someone this product.(you wouldn't want to insult anyone)&lt;br /&gt;Even if you gave it as a Gag, and laughed it off. Everyone has different tastes and everyone has a different sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted to let you ladies know that there's something out there. There are more options. You don't have to get your fudge packed. Unless you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109412-109500779592514606?l=wowme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109500779592514606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109500779592514606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/2004/09/sexual-pleasure.html' title='Sexual Pleasure.'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412.post-109459370707437246</id><published>2004-09-07T18:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T00:43:48.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>All full of the news.</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;This really doesn't classify as a post. It's basically just an update.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I have made a few changes. There is now a random joke generator at the bottom of this page. I have also posted a new sub-page entitled &lt;a href=http://www.subliminalhitz.blogspot.com target=new&gt;"Subliminal Hitz"&lt;/a&gt;, I have added the link to this site in the menu to the left. Also I am currently in the addiction of creating blog layouts. If you would like one done just let me know. Here is some of my work, use it as a guide. |&lt;a href=http://maggsmcneil.blogspot.com target=new&gt;Page 1&lt;/a&gt;|&lt;a href=http://michellefrison.blogspot.com target=new&gt;Page 2&lt;/a&gt;|&lt;a href=http://psychoticintent.blogspot.com target=new&gt;Page 3&lt;/a&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm not going to waste anymore of your time, just check out the new sub-page. There is alot more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109412-109459370707437246?l=wowme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109459370707437246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109459370707437246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/2004/09/all-full-of-news.html' title='All full of the news.'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412.post-109439072468198557</id><published>2004-09-05T10:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T10:34:41.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe' Diem.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever sat down and thought about life? Have you ever gone to work or school and said, "God, I can't wait until Friday." Well I always use to say that. Now I realize that I was wishing my life away.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short. You need to live everyday like it's your last, because it very well may be. Think about it. When you hope your week goes by quickly, you living your life like only one or two days is significant. This way of thinking really turns you into a "glass half empty" type of person. The best advice I can give you is from a book I read, back in high school. The title of the book is, "&lt;a href=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/6305144168/002-5305814-0364013?v=glance target=new&gt;The Dead Poet Society&lt;/a&gt;". For those of you that have never heard of the book. It is a story entirely based on the famous phrase, "Carpe' Diem". Which means "Cease the Day" It is a great story, and I would definitely suggest it to anyone. You really start to sit back and look at your everyday life, with a whole new perspective on things.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people think that I'm an "Off The Wall" type of thinker, as some may call it.&lt;br /&gt;There are a hand full of people, that I know who actually understand my way of thinking and share my views and options on things. We are the people who enjoy life to the fullest and really love a good argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109412-109439072468198557?l=wowme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109439072468198557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109439072468198557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/2004/09/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe&apos; Diem.'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412.post-109417642524969275</id><published>2004-09-02T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T15:54:28.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Subliminal Messages.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have you ever listened to a song, and stopped to think about what you're really listening to? Well I have gathered a couple song excerpts. You may have to listen to them a few times to really hear it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Led Zepplin - Stairway To Heaven&lt;/u&gt; (Satanic Message) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Original&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there's a bustle in your hedgerow. Don't be alarmed now. It's just a spring clean for the May Queen. Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run; there's still time to change the road you're on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/stairway.wav" height="45" type="audio/x-wav" autostart="false" loop="false"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reversed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh here's to my sweet Satan. The on whose little path would make me sad, whose power is Satan. He'll give you, give you 666. There was a little tool shed where he made us suffer, sad Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/stairwayreverse.wav" height="45" type="audio/x-wav" autostart="false" loop="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The End Of Stairway To Heaven&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Says :"And she's buying a stairway to heaven."&lt;br /&gt;Reserved Says :"Play backwards. Hear words sung." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.reversespeech.com/rev/stairback.Mp3" height="45" type="audio/x-wav" autostart="false" loop="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Britney Spears - Hit Me Baby (one more time)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Original&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"With you I lose my mind. Give me A sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/hitme.wav" height="45" type="audio/x-wav" autostart="false" loop="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reversed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sleep with me, I'm not too young."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.angelfire.com/creep/slappy0/hitmerev.wav" height="45" type="audio/x-wav" autostart="false" loop="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109412-109417642524969275?l=wowme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109417642524969275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109417642524969275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/2004/09/subliminal-messages.html' title='Subliminal Messages.'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412.post-109404903280470584</id><published>2004-09-01T11:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:33:16.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Urinal Cakes.</title><content type='html'>Urinal Cakes: Large Round Objects Placed in the Urinal Stall's In Men's Washrooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Fucking Hate &lt;a href=http://img72.exs.cx/img72/5438/urinalcake.jpg&gt;Urinal Cakes&lt;/a&gt;, Especially the Pink One's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Is the Basis of My Anger; &lt;br /&gt;This One Is Really Just For The Guys To Understand. &lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Gone to one of the Men's Washrooms in Your Job place, A Bar or Pub, A School, Or Any Public Place.? If You Did, You Are Familiar With These Urinal Cakes. Basically The Purpose Of These Cakes Is To Keep The Urinals Smelling Clean. (Same Idea as A Toilet Bowl Cleaner, 2000 Flushes Type Shit, You know?) But The Problem I Have Is That These Cakes Are Placed at the Bottom Of the urinal. When You Go To Take a Piss, It Causes a Major Splash back. Your Own Piss Sprays Back Slashing Onto Your Pants. If You Somehow try to manage Your Way through it without getting piss on yourself, just wait till the flush comes. If the establishment has any type of decent water pressure, you will definitely get slashed with pissy water. Here Is a Helpful Guide for you to prevent this next time you take a piss in a urinal: &lt;br /&gt;(WARNING! YOU MUST HAVE A VERY ACCURATE CONTROL OF YOUR DICK, TO TRY THESE FOLLOWING STUNT. BE CAREFUL, OR THINGS COULD GET REALLY MESSY REALLY QUICK! ) &lt;br /&gt;A. Try To Piss Your Way Around The Urinal Cake. &lt;br /&gt;B. If You Have A Very Forceful Piss, Try Pinching The Side Of Your Dick A Bit, It Will Decrease The Flow Of Pressure, Thus Allowing You To Piss At A Slower More Controlled Manner. (Minimal splash back with this method. It is one of my personal favorites) &lt;br /&gt;C. If you are successful with any of these above steps. Whatever you do, "DO NOT FLUSH". There is No Way of Preventing a Splash back Injury, Due To Flushing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Note: I Assume Urinal Cakes Are Here To Stay. So Everyone Should Have Some Method Down By Now. &lt;br /&gt;But Why Do They Have To Be Pink. Pink Is Gay, And Also a Pointless Color for a men's toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Should Atleast make Them Blue. &lt;br /&gt;I bet you're Thinking "Why Blue??" &lt;br /&gt;Well, Seeing How If You Do Not Have Enough Fluid In your System Your Piss is really yellow rather Than a Clear Color. The More Liquids You Drink Up To the Point of Pissing the Less yellow Your Piss Will Be. &lt;br /&gt;So If The Urinal Cakes Were Blue And Your Piss Was Yellow, Your Piss Would Appear To Be A Green Color As It Hit The Bowl. A Blue Cake, Would Atleast server A Purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109412-109404903280470584?l=wowme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109404903280470584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109404903280470584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/2004/09/urinal-cakes.html' title='Urinal Cakes.'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412.post-109392436721239660</id><published>2004-08-31T00:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:24:39.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Classroom Boner.</title><content type='html'>Have You Ever Sat Down &lt;a href=http://img74.exs.cx/img74/5298/classbnr.jpg target=new&gt;In Class&lt;/a&gt; And Just Popped This Massive Fucking Hard-On, Rite Out Of No Where? Well I Have. There Is Just Something In The Air Of A Class Room That Gets Me, I Guess. Okay, you're In Math Class. Then You Think of Something Really Nasty or ya Catch A Glimpse Of some hot Bitches' Cleavage, Or Her Thong as She Leans beside Her Desk to Tie Her Shoe or something. The Timing Is Never Better, Might I Add, It Is Not until You Have this Raging Boner That The teacher Asks You To Do One Of The math Problems On The Board. You Know You Can't Stand Up. What's A Fellow to Do? Well You Can: A. Try to Cover Your Crotch with Your math Book or something. B. Just Say That You Don't have That One Done, Or You Couldn't Seem To Figure It Out. Those Are Really Your Only Two Options. So, You Got Off Lucky That Time. No Boner for Everyone to See Bulging While doing A Stupid Fucking Math Problem on the Board. But Now It's All You Can Think About. You try To Get Your Mind Off Of It, But You Can't, and You Just Keep Thinking Dirty Thoughts. Then It's Wrap Up Time. There's roughly 5 Minutes Left To Class and everyone is packing Up Their books And Standing Around. You Just Continue Sitting Looking Busy With You Books On Your Desk. Just Wondering What the Fuck to Do About This Massive Boner. The Only Way To Survive this Situation Is: "Just Stay Seated At Your Desk With All Of Your Books Still Out. When the Bell Goes, Start Packing Up, By the Time You Have Your Books in the Nap-Sack Everyone Is Cleared out or Atleast Heading towards the Door, Not Even paying Any Attention to You. So Now's Your Chance To Stand Up And Do A Little Tucking. NOT TUGGING! Tucking, Just Stand That Boner Strait Up And Tuck It Rite Behind Your Belt Buckle. This Can Be Done With One Simple Movement Of The Wrist. It Takes Years to Master This Method, it's For the Pros. So you better try to learn It Quickly. In The Change Room or at Home in Your Spare Time. Trust me You'll Be Thankful You've Learned It. I Speak From Experience, As A Former High School Student. I know most Of the Women Are Going to Read this and Think WTF? This Is Sick, But All of the Guys Know What I'm Talking About. There Isn't One Guy In High School Whom This Story Doesn't Relate. If you deny it you're A Liar. Its Just Like trying To Say, You've never masturbated, or you've Never Picked Your Nose. So My Final Thought And Advice ON This Subject Is: Wear Long Shirts Or Tight Underwear To Prevent Yourself From Ever Getting Caught In This Awkward Situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109412-109392436721239660?l=wowme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109392436721239660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109392436721239660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/2004/08/classroom-boner.html' title='Classroom Boner.'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412.post-109383385403510692</id><published>2004-08-29T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T00:59:01.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talentless Wonder.</title><content type='html'>Today I would like to discuss a very serious matter. I feel as though it is both my duty and sole responsibility to inform the public on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have never listen to the band "Nirvana", consider yourself lucky. But tragically, 99% of English speaking countries heard of Nirvana. The band alone isn't too bad, however "Kurt Cobain", is a talentless bum. He sounds like a cross between "Kermit the Frog" and "Hank Williams". Every song that he "sings" (if that's what you want to call it) he is either mumbling the words or screaming the words. Either way you can't understand the guy. He's a goddamn crack head! The former drummer from "Nirvana" (Dave Grohl) has a better voice than Cobain would have ever had. I'm thinking maybe they should have switched places in the band. Then maybe they would have had more than a hand full of "So Called Hits". The only reason people still know who "Kurt Cobain" is is because of the mystery of his sudden death. Unsolved mysteries are never forgotten. Quite frankly I couldn't care less how he died. All I know is that he died at the perfect time. Simply due to the fact that if he had have died a few years later, he would have already been a washed up loser. He would have been long forgotten within a few months, if that. For example if "Snow" was to die tomorrow, nobody would give a shit. But if he had died in the early 90's, His records would probably still sell. Well that's enough of that I rest my case. I hope you all agree with or at least understand what I'm saying. Anyways I will be back tomorrow. I can't wait to read all of your replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - If you would like me to discuss a specific topic, please feel free to mention it. I will take all suggestions into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109412-109383385403510692?l=wowme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109383385403510692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109383385403510692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/2004/08/talentless-wonder.html' title='The Talentless Wonder.'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412.post-109375510540343788</id><published>2004-08-29T01:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T02:07:12.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Summer Romance</title><content type='html'>As I lay on my bed, thinking about you, I feel this strong urge to grab you and squeeze you, because I can't forget last night. You came to me unexpectedly during the balmy and calm night, and what happened in my bed still leaves a tingling sensation in me. You appeared from nowhere and shamelessly without any reservations, you laid on my naked body... you sensed my indifference, so you applied your hungry mouth to me without any guilt or humiliation, and you drove me near crazy while you drained me. Finally I went to sleep. Today when I woke up, you were gone, I searched for you but to no avail, only the sheets bore witness to last nights events. My body still bears faint marks of your enthusiastic ravishing, making it harder to forget you. Tonight I will remain awake waiting for you................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............You fucking mosquito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109412-109375510540343788?l=wowme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109375510540343788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109375510540343788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/2004/08/hot-summer-romance.html' title='Hot Summer Romance'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109412.post-109369974434873084</id><published>2004-08-28T09:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T00:43:16.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day In Paradise.</title><content type='html'>Today I return to work. A 10 hour shift, fun! fun! fun! No matter how bad it may sound, I am grateful that yesterday is over. Yesterday was one of the worse days of my life, even though it was "payday". Thursday night me and a few friends ditched the women and took off to the main even. Fun night out, but I paid dearly the next morning. A Colt 45 and 3 Pictures of draft later, I was lucky I made it into the door at my place. Then my alarm went off at 8am yesterday morning, (I forgot to turn it off before I went to bed, It was my day off.). So the alarm went off and I got up and peucked my guts up, my head was pounding. There was nothing left to drink, no Tylenol, and no pepto. So I tried to get back to sleep. I tossed and turned on the couch for a few good hours, with the sickest feeling in my stomach ever. So I grabbed my bucket and went upstairs to my big comfy bed, I had a few good hours sleep. But then at my surprise my Lovely girlfriend woke me up. She informed me that I needed to walk to the bank, to withdraw my pay.(I lost my bank card) So I've finally got the energy worked up to walk to the bank, I had the spins like crazy. When I arrived at the bank, I waited in the largest line up I have ever waited in. At least a half an hour long, lucky I Didn't Peuck my guts up, all over everybody. But none the less I made it back home, and that day is now another page to my big book of life. So until next time, Go Fuck yourself and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;-Added Note - Here's the other side of the story from my better half.- &lt;a href="http://michellefrison.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Monday August 30 th, 2004&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109412-109369974434873084?l=wowme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109369974434873084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109412/posts/default/109369974434873084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wowme.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Another Day In Paradise.'/><author><name>Green Bastard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02737768341972882893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/stephenandrews/beerhat.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
