<?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-3822114</id><updated>2011-08-09T05:21:42.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Care of Myself:</title><subtitle type='html'>by not thinking too much.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-114837039256075320</id><published>2006-05-23T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:46:32.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Lord.</title><summary type='text'>stoned.  no one reads this.  so i give those that do... this.FrEEsTylefatASS: why are we the only night owls on my buddy list..FrEEsTylefatASS: (and tony)Professor Else: why are you on your own buddy listFrEEsTylefatASS: ....errrrrr.....FrEEsTylefatASS: i guess i don't have an answer for that questionFrEEsTylefatASS: i've always been on my own... from the beginning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/114837039256075320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=114837039256075320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/114837039256075320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/114837039256075320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2006/05/great-lord.html' title='Great Lord.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-114611809076096169</id><published>2006-04-27T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:08:16.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><summary type='text'>Ya know, just listen to the song, Bad.  If you listen to it, you'll realize that it's just a warning....and the whole world has to answer right now just to tell you once again.Who's bad?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/114611809076096169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=114611809076096169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/114611809076096169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/114611809076096169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2006/04/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-114473333684605795</id><published>2006-04-11T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:28:56.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourscore.</title><summary type='text'>A. Four Jobs I’ve Had:1. Paperboy2. Liquor Store Stock Bitch3. Babies R' Us Stroller and Carseat Hustler4. Facilities Summer Hire and Nighttime Janitor, Dist. 44 Bay-beeeB. Four Movies I’ll Watch Over and Over:1. Fight Club2.  The Big Lebowski3. Super Troopers4. Sucking for the Money:  The Bill Jagnow StoryC. Four  Places I Called Home:1. Lombard, Illinois2. Charleston, IL3. Chucktown, Illinois4.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/114473333684605795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=114473333684605795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/114473333684605795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/114473333684605795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2006/04/fourscore.html' title='Fourscore.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-114076654439227210</id><published>2006-02-24T01:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T01:35:44.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHhhhhaaaaaat</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so every so often I return to this blasted thing when I need to complain about something, usually a member of gender known as female.This time I have a legit complaint.So I meet this girl in my once a week, 3 hour math class.  She's got the usual things I enjoy in girls... Smart, beautiful, funny, and down with Kevin.  We hang out a few times.  Things are going great up until about 15 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/114076654439227210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=114076654439227210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/114076654439227210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/114076654439227210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2006/02/whhhhhaaaaaat.html' title='WHhhhhaaaaaat'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-113489313983303387</id><published>2005-12-18T02:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T02:05:39.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back...</title><summary type='text'>Well.Do I have an update for you guys... I am now back in the six three oh.  I failed two classes at EIU, and that means my parents are pulling my funds.  So I'm back in Lombard going to COD and working for the beloved District 44.  We'll see how this all goes.  I want to be back at EIU by Fall '06.Later.Ke\/in.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/113489313983303387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=113489313983303387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/113489313983303387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/113489313983303387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/12/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-113039331813202057</id><published>2005-10-27T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T01:08:38.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sox Game.</title><summary type='text'>So...Sox Game.  They Won.  One to nothing.  What the fuck.  Now, don't get me wrong, I was rooting for them and all.  They played well.  But one, nothing?  Are you joking?  Anyway.  Congrats Sox fans.  Cubbies... next year.--And on a lighter note.--mr  d  cast: so is your college going nuts with the sox game?FrEEsTylefatASS: yesmr  d  cast: we've already had tear gas and pepper spray used, a car </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/113039331813202057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=113039331813202057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/113039331813202057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/113039331813202057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/10/sox-game.html' title='Sox Game.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-112621390250284973</id><published>2005-09-08T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T16:11:42.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing up the time off of blogging.</title><summary type='text'>Fndrbassplyr: i was comming home from work at about 330...ishAuto response from FrEEsTylefatASS: Stizzered in class.  Good.Fndrbassplyr: and i saw your cloneFndrbassplyr: and he has the same style as you doFndrbassplyr: the same fuckin styleFndrbassplyr: he was wearing an orange shirt with a white hatFndrbassplyr: i was sorry that i didnt get to see his pantsFndrbassplyr: its scary how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/112621390250284973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=112621390250284973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/112621390250284973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/112621390250284973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/09/summing-up-time-off-of-blogging.html' title='Summing up the time off of blogging.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-111898095439452956</id><published>2005-06-16T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T23:02:34.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry but...</title><summary type='text'>I was going to post something very long and detailed about what has happened to me since I last posted.  But right now, after having a lengthy debate with my parents about my Spring 2005 grades from the College of Denial (not just a river :-) ), I am left tired.  So I can't tell you all about great nights like "Carson's Graduation Party and the Birth of Tent Ball" or "Paul's Graduation and Tent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/111898095439452956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=111898095439452956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111898095439452956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111898095439452956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/06/sorry-but.html' title='Sorry but...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-111863493452598525</id><published>2005-06-12T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:55:34.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Away Message Conversation #6.1205</title><summary type='text'>Xo JeLy oX: dude, i gotta know, i do u keep signing on and offAuto response from FrEEsTylefatASS: OOT... or out.. if you're retarded... Xo JeLy oX: ahXo JeLy oX: oh, i meant y do u keep...nm...ur not even there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/111863493452598525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=111863493452598525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111863493452598525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111863493452598525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/06/away-message-conversation-61205.html' title='Away Message Conversation #6.1205'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-111756642808174470</id><published>2005-05-31T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:07:08.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually, a really good weekend.</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend was actually rather nice.Friday: Finished class at noon. Played nine holes of Frolf with Tim. Lost one of my discs in a tree. :-( Went to GEHS Prom with a girl who wasn't afraid to make it known to me that she would rather have gone with someone else. Sorry for saying yes when YOU asked ME and ruining your night. That's alright though, because I had fun anyway. I got to hang out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/111756642808174470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=111756642808174470' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111756642808174470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111756642808174470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/05/actually-really-good-weekend.html' title='Actually, a really good weekend.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-111466163120070872</id><published>2005-04-27T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:13:51.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody hates me...</title><summary type='text'>Reel Big Fish - Somebody Hates MeWow, so all of a sudden, a person who I'm nothing but a good friend to, hates me.  I love how this shit works.  I can break my fucking back for this kid, and he can't even bring himself to even tell me to my face.  This is how I had to find out.--Names left out for obvious reasons, but I'm pretty sure people will know who I speak of, sorry buddy. :-( --So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/111466163120070872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=111466163120070872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111466163120070872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111466163120070872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/04/somebody-hates-me.html' title='Somebody hates me...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-111405691047108343</id><published>2005-04-20T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:26:06.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four...  Twenty.</title><summary type='text'>Sorry? :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/111405691047108343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=111405691047108343' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111405691047108343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111405691047108343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/04/four-twenty.html' title='Four...  Twenty.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-111388383328363652</id><published>2005-04-18T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:10:33.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from Chris in Sicily</title><summary type='text'>"Sicilian chicks are hot...but rude.  That's o-tay, I pee pee'd all over one of their statues."God speed, Christopher.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/111388383328363652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=111388383328363652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111388383328363652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111388383328363652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/04/update-from-chris-in-sicily.html' title='Update from Chris in Sicily'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-111326280936641972</id><published>2005-04-11T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:40:09.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.  As opposed to downdate.</title><summary type='text'>Lately things have been going really well.One:  I got accepted into EIU, EIU's College of Music, and awarded a sholarship to attend the EIU College of Music.  I'm pretty psyched.  St. Jimmy Huetson is going to be my roommate and there's nothing that anyone can do about it.Two:  I think I'm finally mustering up the strength to ask out this one girl from my Music Theory class.  She's super </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/111326280936641972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=111326280936641972' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111326280936641972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111326280936641972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/04/update-as-opposed-to-downdate.html' title='Update.  As opposed to downdate.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-111204858292968618</id><published>2005-03-28T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T16:23:02.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of Pure Genius With Leesah!</title><summary type='text'>Soybella753: omg  i just did a really cool thing on my ball thingSoybella753: shit it kinda hurtsSoybella753: but so worth itSoybella753: i can make myself in a ball like doing a backbend and grabbing my ankles.. yay.. see i need to go out tonight</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/111204858292968618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=111204858292968618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111204858292968618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111204858292968618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/03/moments-of-pure-genius-with-leesah.html' title='Moments of Pure Genius With Leesah!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-111147794432933242</id><published>2005-03-22T01:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T01:52:24.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE IT IS... THE FINAL ANSWER</title><summary type='text'>I figured it out.  My problem.  Well, at least one of them.  Here goes.When talking to a specific girl online, I find that since I generally have time to collect all of my thoughts before writing something to her, I have this uncanny (at least I think/hope so) ability to be funny, confident, flirtatious, etc.  But as soon as I get face to face with her, or any girl for that matter, I fall apart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/111147794432933242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=111147794432933242' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111147794432933242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111147794432933242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/03/here-it-is-final-answer.html' title='HERE IT IS... THE FINAL ANSWER'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-111086309175649167</id><published>2005-03-14T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:04:51.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggity Giggity Giggity!</title><summary type='text'>Which Family Guy character are you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/111086309175649167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=111086309175649167' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111086309175649167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111086309175649167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/03/giggity-giggity-giggity_14.html' title='Giggity Giggity Giggity!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-111086113502256897</id><published>2005-03-14T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:32:15.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to MSN.com</title><summary type='text'>drummer4life x: there in lies a nother problemdrummer4life x: $$$$$ hates uFreestyleFat Ass: ?drummer4life x: because you left him alone that one night when $$$$$$$ got drunkdrummer4life x: downstairsdrummer4life x: now before we go into thisdrummer4life x: do u have any black lights</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.msn.com/' title='Welcome to MSN.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/111086113502256897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=111086113502256897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111086113502256897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111086113502256897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/03/welcome-to-msncom.html' title='Welcome to MSN.com'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-111043149995034400</id><published>2005-03-09T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:11:39.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO QUOTE TIME</title><summary type='text'>So I recently went out and bought "Let it Enfold You" by Senses Fail, which is an excellent album.  The next day, the self titled debut from Straylight Run was given to me because he who originally owned it didn't want it.  It's actually quite good, even if I was phunned out (if you know me, you know what that means, if not, ask) when I listened to it.Since I was so impressed with Straylight Run,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/111043149995034400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=111043149995034400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111043149995034400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/111043149995034400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/03/emo-quote-time.html' title='EMO QUOTE TIME'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110995117384442578</id><published>2005-03-04T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T09:46:13.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...English... blegh.</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm sitting here in the lab for my English 102 Honors class. I currently have nothing to do. Why? Because I love floppy disks that love to lose my shit, that's why. I have tried this piece of shit disk in just about every computer surrounding me, and for some reason, these things like to think that it's un-formatted.God bless technology.Last week I got really sick and missed two days of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110995117384442578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110995117384442578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110995117384442578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110995117384442578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/03/english-blegh.html' title='...English... blegh.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110930920620852265</id><published>2005-02-24T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:26:46.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitaire</title><summary type='text'>I always hate losing in Solitaire, but then I have to sit back and realize that it's not my fault.  Sometimes the cards just aren't in the right place at the right time.I'll do a real post later, I'm to tired to post correctly now.Big thanks to Ms. Cain for doing me a really huge favor, I can't thank you enough, Connie Constance.  Consistent?  Constantinople?  Convoluted?  Contrary... I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110930920620852265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110930920620852265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110930920620852265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110930920620852265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/02/solitaire_24.html' title='Solitaire'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110870740339478181</id><published>2005-02-18T00:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:16:43.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night paper finishing...</title><summary type='text'>I'm up late and writing a paper for History.  It's boring as hell.  But since I'm bored, and I care about all my friends everywhere and anywhere, I don't want you all to be bored.  So here's something fun (kinda) to read.FreestyleFat Ass: jay z - get that dirt off yer shouldaDnznmeegs26: hahaha i had thatDnznmeegs26: then deleted itFreestyleFat Ass: in a menstral rage?Dnznmeegs26: lol no in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110870740339478181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110870740339478181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110870740339478181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110870740339478181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/02/late-night-paper-finishing.html' title='Late night paper finishing...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110843984736999272</id><published>2005-02-14T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:36:55.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake's Greatest Quotes</title><summary type='text'>"I know how to throw... DOWN. And I almost said, 'Throw up' but I didn't. I hold my booze. My booze! But I'll hold boobs all day long if you ask me to."--Shake to Frylock and DP while drunk after only two beers."Frylock, look at him and tell me there's a God."--Shake to Frylock concerning Meatwad."Chickens are a vital link in Nature's chain, and that's why we use them to play chicken ball in the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.adultswim.com/shows/athf/index.html' title='Shake&apos;s Greatest Quotes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110843984736999272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110843984736999272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110843984736999272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110843984736999272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/02/shakes-greatest-quotes.html' title='Shake&apos;s Greatest Quotes'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110798350078499563</id><published>2005-02-09T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T15:11:40.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Flavour Am I?</title><summary type='text'>What Flavour Am I?: "I taste like Peanut Butter.I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I'm not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome. What Flavour Are You?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110798350078499563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110798350078499563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110798350078499563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110798350078499563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-flavour-am-i.html' title='What Flavour Am I?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110740674907392688</id><published>2005-02-02T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:59:09.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY MS. CAIN</title><summary type='text'>I got my new car last Friday, I just really havn't had the energy (or the inspiration) to blog about it.I now own a '99 Chevy Lumina, I know I said it'd be a Toyota of some sort, but my dad told me the wrong car at the time.  It's a really good car, only like 96,000 miles on it.  It's a fucking boat though.  Big difference from the Malibu.  While I will miss that car a lot, this one makes the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110740674907392688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110740674907392688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110740674907392688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110740674907392688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-early-birthday-ms-cain.html' title='HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY MS. CAIN'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110688869585025022</id><published>2005-01-27T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T23:04:55.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how I feel.  Someone tell me.</title><summary type='text'>So the wonderful people at All State have decided that the damage done to my car by that fucking retard who can't seem to yield to the (until recently) awesome power of my Black Malibu, wow, I really got side tracked there.  Sorry, where was I?  Ah yes, the damage was too much to repair, so they have decided to total it.Frame Damage, ooooohh.. new band name.All State did, however, give us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110688869585025022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110688869585025022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110688869585025022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110688869585025022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-know-how-i-feel-someone-tell-me.html' title='I don&apos;t know how I feel.  Someone tell me.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110680053183807549</id><published>2005-01-26T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:35:31.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><summary type='text'>FreestyleFat Ass: don't you love when AIM just turns off?FreestyleFat Ass: for no reason?drummer4life x: yahdrummer4life x: in factdrummer4life x: i pull out my cock and celebrate by rubbing one out each timeLong Day.1. English2. Music Theory3. History4. Picking up a library book from my grandma because she's sick right now and can't return it herself.5. Home for a little bit.6. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110680053183807549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110680053183807549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110680053183807549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110680053183807549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/01/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110671653238017108</id><published>2005-01-25T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:15:32.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Day</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I think about my favorite bands, Green Day always comes up as my top favorite.  Their songs have this light aggression that I think only they can accomplish.  Their lyrics, although childish and teen-angst-esque, are really applicable to my life.  For instance.Green Day - Paper Lanterns (Off of their first Album:  1,039 Smoothed Out Slappy Hours)Now I rest my head fromSuch an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110671653238017108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110671653238017108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110671653238017108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110671653238017108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/01/green-day.html' title='Green Day'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110662832643221173</id><published>2005-01-24T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:45:26.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, some relief.</title><summary type='text'>Well, thank God for the lack of the No Fault Insurance Law in IL.  Because of it not being in our law system, I have to pay nothing for the fixing of my car.  That is the best news I've had in a long time.I can't wait to get it back.My parents took me to Lou Malnotti's tonight, did I mention that I love pizza more than I love quite a few things?  If not, I just did.The next task is getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110662832643221173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110662832643221173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110662832643221173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110662832643221173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/01/finally-some-relief.html' title='Finally, some relief.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110646278303342778</id><published>2005-01-22T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T00:46:23.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingredients for the Worst Saturday EVER.</title><summary type='text'>1 part hangover.  Mixed with a car accident with a woman who doesn't speak English (sweet).  I'll explain that later.  Then boiled in 5 hours of work.  Be sure to add in a pinch of lunch break with the creepy cashier woman who makes the most horrible attempts at conversation I've ever heard.For Instance:Isn't it like Alaska out there? (FYI, we got 11 inches of snow last night.)You're awfully</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110646278303342778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110646278303342778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110646278303342778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110646278303342778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/01/ingredients-for-worst-saturday-ever.html' title='Ingredients for the Worst Saturday EVER.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110559120864270240</id><published>2005-01-12T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:40:08.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><summary type='text'>Hmmmm, it's been a while since my last post.  When was the last one?  Jesus, the 25th.  And that wasn't even a real post, it was a cop-out post.  Sorry about that.Anyway.Weekend in Galena (Galeena?  Fuck.) was incredible.  Outdoor Hot Tub + Winter Time + Booze + Stoagies = Fantastic. The crew that went to this amazing 5 bedroom 4 bathroom (two of those bathrooms are MASTER BATHROOMS HOLY </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110559120864270240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110559120864270240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110559120864270240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110559120864270240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2005/01/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110378525047417146</id><published>2004-12-23T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T01:00:50.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Italian Christmas... What-sa-madda-you?!</title><summary type='text'>I got this in an E-Mail from my mother, and it's fucking hilarious.Christmas Italian StyleTwas the night before Christmas, Da whole house was mella, Not a creature was stirrin', Cuz I had a gun unda da pilla. When up on da roof  I heard somethin' pound,  I sprung to da window,  To scream, "YO! Keep it down!" When what to my Wanderin' eyes should appear, But da Don of all elfs, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110378525047417146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110378525047417146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110378525047417146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110378525047417146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/12/italian-christmas-what-sa-madda-you.html' title='An Italian Christmas... What-sa-madda-you?!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110264369500002424</id><published>2004-12-09T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:54:55.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>John Ferguson can lick my ass.</title><summary type='text'>I am going to kill whoever is standing behind and a little to the right of me.  Oh wait... it's John Ferguson, he's behind me, and a little to the right.  I'm going to kill him.  Actually, I love him.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110264369500002424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110264369500002424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110264369500002424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110264369500002424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/12/john-ferguson-can-lick-my-ass.html' title='John Ferguson can lick my ass.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110205355836752363</id><published>2004-12-02T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T23:59:18.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME.</title><summary type='text'>So yeah, that girl I was talking about last night.  I was talking to her a lot tonight, too.  Things were going pretty damn great, too.  Things were especially great when she said, "We should hand out some time..."Yes.  Kevin.  Feelin' the flow.  Workin' it.  Ridin' the bull.  Feelin' it.  Good.Then, about 15 minutes ago, I was talking to Ian, who happens to know this girl.  I like to call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110205355836752363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110205355836752363' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110205355836752363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110205355836752363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/12/awesome.html' title='AWESOME.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110196276095399432</id><published>2004-12-01T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T22:52:51.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Touch me not... Lest ye be touched.Name Tag at Work Tonight: "Kevin..."So I have a number of different name tags that I can wear at work, made with a little help from Paul's label maker that he left in my car when we went to U of I for a weekend. They are as follows...Kevin.Kevin!Kevin?Kevin...Kevin,Kevin:Kevin :-)Sir KevinBaron Von KevinSo far I've only worn a few of them. I wear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110196276095399432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110196276095399432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110196276095399432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110196276095399432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/12/touch-me-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110179327496452328</id><published>2004-11-29T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:41:14.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Beck Monday Night Post Game</title><summary type='text'>FreestyleFat Ass: yeah packers..Crpingdeth999: didnt watch the whole thing i just figured theyd winFreestyleFat Ass: yeah, man, st louis.. the most inconsistant team since...FreestyleFat Ass: GE?Crpingdeth999: haha, maybe, or the cardinalsFreestyleFat Ass: lolFreestyleFat Ass: i wish favre was my dadCrpingdeth999: lolCrpingdeth999: u here the bears are bring in some like 37 yr old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110179327496452328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110179327496452328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110179327496452328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110179327496452328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/11/matt-beck-monday-night-post-game.html' title='Matt Beck Monday Night Post Game'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110144809704322533</id><published>2004-11-25T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:48:17.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from the worst Thanksgiving ever.</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so thanks to everyone who said they were going to be at Turkey Bowl but didn't show up.  Thanks for nothing.  We even had snow you lazy fucks.Thank you to Jim Huetson for showing up and playing catch with me while we waited for no one to show up.As if breaking a 7 year tradition wasn't bad enough, dinner was even worse.  This year we went to my Grandma's assisted living place, and ate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110144809704322533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110144809704322533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110144809704322533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110144809704322533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/11/greetings-from-worst-thanksgiving-ever.html' title='Greetings from the worst Thanksgiving ever.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110121998413316238</id><published>2004-11-23T08:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T08:26:24.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Minutes til I leave</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's nine minutes until I leave in the morning... umm..Haven't posted in a while, I'm doin' good...  not too much homework.  Everyone's home from college... It's good to see people... Good times.I think we're going to be doing a joint birthday party for Sir Paul Sorensen and myself (Because our birthdays are like 3 days apart) this saturday (the 27th).  We'll be going to a Chicago Steel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110121998413316238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110121998413316238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110121998413316238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110121998413316238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/11/9-minutes-til-i-leave.html' title='9 Minutes til I leave'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110046288600639516</id><published>2004-11-14T14:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T14:08:06.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Awful</title><summary type='text'>Something AwfulThis is one of the funniest things I've ever read.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.somethingawful.com/articles.php?a=1671' title='Something Awful'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110046288600639516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110046288600639516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110046288600639516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110046288600639516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/11/something-awful.html' title='Something Awful'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-110024051659330321</id><published>2004-11-12T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:21:56.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Electrojuana: i dunno...Electrojuana: i hear she's having a hard time.Electrojuana: with a lot of things.Electrojuana: all i'm gonna say is, im gonna put some shit aside and help somebody i know has a shitty, shitty life.Electrojuana: pull up my pants and do the job for the lord.Electrojuana: but god help me if what i think is going to happen happens.FreestyleFat Ass: don't you mean...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/110024051659330321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=110024051659330321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110024051659330321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/110024051659330321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/11/electrojuana-i-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109944562044275091</id><published>2004-11-02T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:50:27.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Re:  My Weekend at You of Eye</title><summary type='text'>Yes... I spent a fantastically tits weekend at U of I. Paul and I drove down Friday, and began drinking. Paul didn't drink because he promised his dad that he wouldn't. Paul is now an honorable man... wtf... either way, I applaude (e? Or no e?) his self control.Tim is a little champ down there. He parties, and manages himself in a decent little manner.Umm.. Friday night. We went out and saw </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109944562044275091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109944562044275091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109944562044275091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109944562044275091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/11/re-my-weekend-at-you-of-eye.html' title='Re:  My Weekend at You of Eye'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109905542507644575</id><published>2004-10-29T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T08:10:25.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paul (again) putting the moves on an opponent, who, after seeing Paul play, simply falls to the ground.Good Times.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109905542507644575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109905542507644575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109905542507644575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109905542507644575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/10/paul-again-putting-moves-on-opponent.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109905533396079596</id><published>2004-10-29T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T08:08:53.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paul gritting his teeth in fury.Good Times.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109905533396079596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109905533396079596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109905533396079596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109905533396079596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/10/paul-gritting-his-teeth-in-fury.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109893649869651865</id><published>2004-10-27T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T23:08:18.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paul making the most awkward kick in the world... and some small Mexican kid loving every second of his existance.Good Times.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109893649869651865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109893649869651865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109893649869651865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109893649869651865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/10/paul-making-most-awkward-kick-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109859827407478573</id><published>2004-10-24T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T01:11:14.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That was a (not so) crazy game of poker...</title><summary type='text'>Song:  That Was a Crazy Game of Poker - OARSo tonight was unannounced poker night.  Meaning - I played a pickup game with Paul, Bob, and Paul's little brother Spaniel (Danny... but his nick-name is much more fitting).  I didn't do so hot, only coming out a dollar ahead.  Spaniel finally shed his beginner's luck and joined the ranks of the losers in poker when he lost it all gradually and not on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109859827407478573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109859827407478573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109859827407478573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109859827407478573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/10/that-was-not-so-crazy-game-of-poker.html' title='That was a (not so) crazy game of poker...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109815732152041473</id><published>2004-10-18T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T16:04:59.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?</title><summary type='text'>FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?kearinisu: nokearinisu: not at all----------------------FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?SaxyMatt2001: .....jeez.. I just don't .... YES!----------------------FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?QuitJobMakeMusic: Garage would probably workQuitJobMakeMusic: I'll have to find a heater if it's freezing.FreestyleFat Ass: shit, i forgot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109815732152041473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109815732152041473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109815732152041473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109815732152041473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/10/freestylefat-ass-you-ummm-wanna-have.html' title='FreestyleFat Ass: you ummm.. wanna have sex?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109763926287100827</id><published>2004-10-17T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T16:07:45.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anberlin - Cold War Transmissions</title><summary type='text'>okay, for the sake of getting this whole post out of my head and not letting anything stop me.. all punctuation and capitalization rules no longer apply...i went to nintendo fusion tour last night with adam "rizzy" bolur. bands and kevin's review, in order of appearance..----------------------1. Anberlin - actually, for a non-screamo band on a predominatly screamo tour... pretty fuckin' good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109763926287100827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109763926287100827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109763926287100827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109763926287100827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/10/anberlin-cold-war-transmissions.html' title='Anberlin - Cold War Transmissions'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109704019098302461</id><published>2004-10-06T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T00:23:10.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made this picture for my profile pic... but I can't think of any other way to make it go in there than to post it... so yeah... me in a snowstorm... wtf..Good Times.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109704019098302461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109704019098302461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109704019098302461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109704019098302461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-made-this-picture-for-my-profile-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109703815150771914</id><published>2004-10-05T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:49:11.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone!  Look!  It's mother fucking Jim Huetson.  Looks like this photo posting nonsense really works.Good Times.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109703815150771914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109703815150771914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109703815150771914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109703815150771914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/10/hey-everyone-look-its-mother-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109694777052657107</id><published>2004-10-04T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T23:09:49.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW TEMPLATE BITCHES</title><summary type='text'>New template... it took me way too long to figure out how to get my god damn link/myshit bars on the side of this fucking thing.. but i really wanted comments... so fuckin' comment on this shit.So yeah... my net is going slower than molasses in January. Anyway.Everything in my life is going pretty damn good. Buncha people came home last weekend for Homecoming... seeing all of them makes me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109694777052657107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109694777052657107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109694777052657107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109694777052657107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-template-bitches.html' title='NEW TEMPLATE BITCHES'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109629016806804599</id><published>2004-09-27T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T08:02:48.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye summer... Hello Collge Chicks.</title><summary type='text'>Today is Monday, I'm getting ready for school (toothbrush in mouth) but I'm also trying to get the fuckin' comment option on this thing to work.  DAMNIT!</summary><link rel='related' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/' title='Good bye summer... Hello Collge Chicks.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109629016806804599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109629016806804599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109629016806804599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109629016806804599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/09/good-bye-summer-hello-collge-chicks.html' title='Good bye summer... Hello Collge Chicks.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109588364532836226</id><published>2004-09-22T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T15:07:25.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time, When the Livin's Easy...</title><summary type='text'>I like.. actually talked to and really introduced myself to two hot chicks today... WOW KEVIN... two WHOLE chicks...Shut up.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/' title='Summer Time, When the Livin&apos;s Easy...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109588364532836226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109588364532836226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109588364532836226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109588364532836226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/09/summer-time-when-livins-easy.html' title='Summer Time, When the Livin&apos;s Easy...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109582322398572188</id><published>2004-09-21T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T22:20:23.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swsteveo85: i had to work todayFreestyleFat Ass: yeah? FreestyleFat Ass: how'd that go?Swsteveo85: extremely busy and i saw dave juddSwsteveo85: ...Swsteveo85: so it was bad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109582322398572188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109582322398572188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109582322398572188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109582322398572188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/09/swsteveo85-i-had-to-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109573552522623483</id><published>2004-09-20T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T21:58:45.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I scored a 71% on the "How Lombard are you?" Quizie! What about you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109573552522623483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109573552522623483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109573552522623483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109573552522623483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-scored-71-on-how-lombard-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109520523798076072</id><published>2004-09-19T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T22:36:10.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's funny, life's way of turning things around for you.So today I found out that it was the people who I thought I could trust the most that were the one's behind my whole screen name crisis. It ends up they all hate me or something like that. I guess I just expected different things out of friends than they offer.(Lostprophets - Last Train)I began this post on September 14th. But then I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109520523798076072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109520523798076072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109520523798076072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109520523798076072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-funny-lifes-way-of-turning-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109564524089480192</id><published>2004-09-19T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:54:00.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The musings of Bill Jagnow: "On a lighter note, I now have a small desk in the platoon office. This concession was made to me because of the duties I'm taking on as the administrative liason or whatever for my platoon. I decided to spice things up a bit by bringing a small, stuffed monkey to live on my desk. This monkey has not been received well, to say the least. Every morning, I have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109564524089480192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109564524089480192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109564524089480192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109564524089480192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/09/musings-of-bill-jagnow-on-lighter-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109505242305554096</id><published>2004-09-13T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T11:52:06.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>freestylephatass (12:10:51 AM): what's this meanAuto response from drummer4life x (12:10:51 AM): %d ...?freestylephatass (12:10:52 AM): Bonjour, tu partie du merde. Je te deteste et je deteste tes mots. Grosso-modo, ne me parle pas parce-que je ne suis pas ton ami. Tu n'as pas un grande pénis, mais tu es un grande pénis.drummer4life x (12:11:31 AM): hello, you piece of shit. I hate you and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109505242305554096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109505242305554096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109505242305554096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109505242305554096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/09/freestylephatass-121051-am-whats-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109505218529655456</id><published>2004-09-13T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T00:09:45.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so it seems that someone (I don't know who it is) has decided to borrow my screen name for a while.  I don't know how long... I don't know who, nor why.  It may seems like something stupid to complain about.  But think about it this way.  How many people in this world (or... country, rather) use AIM as their main method of communication from home.  A good portion.  I lost a whole bunch of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109505218529655456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109505218529655456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109505218529655456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109505218529655456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/09/okay-so-it-seems-that-someone-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109448750523974861</id><published>2004-09-06T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T13:25:41.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so...(Mike Else - You have Been Chosen)Update:Kelly blew me off both of the days she was home. I even called in sick to work the second time so that I may have even spent a half and hour with her at her grandparents house.. but even that wasn't good enough for this bitch. So no go on that.Then, (here's where it gets good) I call her (Why? I'll never know.) on the Thursday to see if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109448750523974861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109448750523974861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109448750523974861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109448750523974861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/09/yeah-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109428033255485478</id><published>2004-09-04T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T01:45:32.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SaxyMatt2001: dead chick dead cop raped (but still somehow alive) roomate random bloodied black corpse hanging from the ceiling</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109428033255485478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109428033255485478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109428033255485478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109428033255485478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/09/saxymatt2001-dead-chick-dead-cop-raped.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109279181712643028</id><published>2004-08-17T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T20:16:57.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now for the speech from John Ferguson that led to the afore mentioned decision.fergyturd140: just quit kevin..or take a sick day..and ask yourself..."kevin, why do i have a job? is it so i can go to work and make money to sit at home?" the answer is no, no its not...its to go out and spend money on girls so you can touch their naughty places.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109279181712643028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109279181712643028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109279181712643028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109279181712643028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-now-for-speech-from-john-ferguson.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109279165846042479</id><published>2004-08-17T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T20:14:18.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the fuck.  So Kelly came back to the Lombard area today.We were supposed to hang out or something.  I had been looking forward to it all god damned day long.  Then I finally get a hold of her like.. 5 minutes ago... and she's been running around all day.  And she's only on like 2 hours of sleep... and fuck!I'm not hanging out with her today.And if I go to work at Babies R Us tomorrow, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109279165846042479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109279165846042479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109279165846042479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109279165846042479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109275720169596789</id><published>2004-08-17T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T10:40:01.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekly (or however often He feels like it) excerpt from The Holy Boble:Life needs an "undo" option.This is the Word of Bob.  Thanks be to Bob.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109275720169596789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109275720169596789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109275720169596789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109275720169596789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekly-or-however-often-he-feels-like_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109246627537653247</id><published>2004-08-14T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T01:51:15.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Listening to:  Start Something - Lostprophets  (the album, idiot...)A sunburn is a horrible paradox.  It itches, but it's the kind of itch that would feel good when you scratch it (ya know?), but when you do, it mother fucking burns.  Either way, I have one on my back, and it sucks major ass.NEW BLOG THINGY:  QUOTE OF THE NIGHT!!  YAY!Lisa:  I don't know, he just had an ugly penis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109246627537653247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109246627537653247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109246627537653247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109246627537653247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/08/currently-listening-to-start-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109164705770450016</id><published>2004-08-04T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T14:17:37.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today at work at Madison.  BAM! and some kid named Jim stopped in because they were working on a room in the Administration Center which is connected to Madison.  BAM! (Ben) originally was working at Butterfield and Jim is normally on grounds crew, but since Butterfield is a tiny fucking school that didn't have to deal with the shitty summer school this year, they finished the whole school.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109164705770450016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109164705770450016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109164705770450016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109164705770450016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-at-work-at-madison.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109151162994281946</id><published>2004-08-03T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T00:40:29.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekly (or however often He feels like it) excerpt from The Holy Boble:Music is medicine for the soul.This is the Word of Bob.  Thanks be to Bob.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109151162994281946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109151162994281946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109151162994281946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109151162994281946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekly-or-however-often-he-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109060330159175193</id><published>2004-07-23T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T12:21:41.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhh.. that's some good Lord... good, crunchy, healthy...Lord.Bye.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109060330159175193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109060330159175193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109060330159175193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109060330159175193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/07/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109042028622499528</id><published>2004-07-21T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T09:31:26.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's this shit?  New font?  Yeah! Well anyway, I just kind of wanted to complain today. People are not being who I'd hoped they'd be lately.  It's sad when you can say that the biggest problem between your friends and yourself is honesty.  It you can't tell the truth to your best friends, people who have stuck by you forever and will continue to, then who?  Parents?  No.  Random people?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109042028622499528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109042028622499528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109042028622499528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109042028622499528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/07/whats-this-shit-got-to-fuckin-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109034415748481091</id><published>2004-07-20T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T12:22:37.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog posting comes from work.  Work at madison...  yes, i work at a god damn school... i get up at 5:50 am... kill myself... and RIDE MY BIKE to work.  It is the worst thing in the world... the only thing that keeps me going is the wonderful paycheck that awaits me on the first and fifteenth of EVERY month. I also get out of work at 3:00 pm.  It's RATHER nice. N E Way... wow, that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109034415748481091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109034415748481091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109034415748481091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109034415748481091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-blog-posting-comes-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-109026471490931037</id><published>2004-07-19T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T14:18:34.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekly (or however often He feels like it) excerpt from The Holy Boble: Kids under the age of 15 are like a rash; they're all over the place and are relentlessly annoying. This is the Word of Bob.  Thanks be to Bob.       Malcolm can suck my balls... just for a little bit though... heh-HA!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/109026471490931037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=109026471490931037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109026471490931037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/109026471490931037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/07/weekly-or-however-often-malcolm-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108891945946473088</id><published>2004-07-04T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T00:52:58.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a pretty good last couple of days since my last entry... things with the groups of friends are going really well... all the bullshit and red tape has been cleared up... and now we're all liking eachother again... Kevin happy.(Velvet Revolver - Slither)Good fucking song.Anyway.  I had no idea how much I'd miss Kelly after that small taste (probably the wrong word for such a thing) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108891945946473088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108891945946473088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108891945946473088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108891945946473088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-been-pretty-good-last-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108840398936558238</id><published>2004-06-28T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T01:26:29.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life taunts Kevin...angiepants65: i was gonna call you and ask if you wanted to elope tonightAuto response from FreestyleFat Ass: Waiting for the phone call that will forever change the course of my evening...angiepants65: but i didnt know your number</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108840398936558238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108840398936558238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108840398936558238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108840398936558238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/06/life-taunts-kevin.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108813732906523669</id><published>2004-06-24T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:27:04.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I still think Tony Raymond is one of the downright funniest kids I've ever had the pleasure of knowing since pre-school...tonytiger rks: if i started crying my face would catch fire and meltFreestyleFat Ass: why are you typing in italics..FreestyleFat Ass: there's nothing italic about tony raymond..tonytiger rks: i dont knowtonytiger rks: theres nothing straight about kevin hopkins</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108813732906523669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108813732906523669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108813732906523669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108813732906523669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-still-think-tony-raymond-is-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108811324808315787</id><published>2004-06-24T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T16:40:48.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekly (or however often He feels like it) excerpt from The Holy Boble:Women are only tollerable half of their lives.  Half the time they're ok, but then one week they're bleeding, and the week before that they're getting angry because they're going to be bleeding.  This is the Word of Bob.  Thanks be to Bob.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108811324808315787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108811324808315787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108811324808315787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108811324808315787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/06/weekly-or-however-often-he-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108805081667566042</id><published>2004-06-23T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T23:20:16.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, over the last weekend.  I hung out with one of my favorite girls in the world.  Kelly Tewell.  We talked about everything.  Took two walks.  Then we kissed.  I had never kissed a girl before and I had no idea what I was doing, but it worked out okay.That all sounds like good news, right?Wrong.It ends up that her family is moving to New Jersey and that she has to go and live with them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108805081667566042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108805081667566042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108805081667566042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108805081667566042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-over-last-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108802458307441656</id><published>2004-06-23T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T01:05:12.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I must admit... there is nothing I hate more than someone who thinks that their better than anyone.  If you think shit like this.  It would do you well to read some of the quotes I'm about to use from a blog belonging to someone whom I used to respect.This someone used to have an easy going respectful personality.  Now he has become a self-righteous cunt bag.We'll start from the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108802458307441656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108802458307441656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108802458307441656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108802458307441656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-i-must-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108646990622046448</id><published>2004-06-05T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T00:12:07.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Slither – Velvet Revolver)Okay, so I've put off posting for quite a while.  I wasn’t sure how good of a time I had a prom, so I wanted to wait awhile before commenting on it and gather my thoughts.Overall, prom was an awesome experience.  Even though my date was kind of gay at times, (being really social and dancing with everyone but me) but really, what did I expect?  She’s really hot and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108646990622046448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108646990622046448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108646990622046448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108646990622046448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/06/slither-velvet-revolver-okay-so-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108563173128851917</id><published>2004-05-26T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T23:22:32.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Supergroup Creator by couplandesqueYour NameSupergroup NameReality TVVocalistBeckGuitaristJonny Greenwood [Radiohead]BassistMike Dirnt [Green Day]DrummerTre Cool [Green Day]How Much They Rock: 82%Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108563173128851917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108563173128851917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108563173128851917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108563173128851917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/05/supergroup-creator-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108554183246025561</id><published>2004-05-25T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T22:23:52.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KidElectronica: "I've spent my whole life paying life's taxes... but I'll pay as much as I need to get music in return."I think Mike makes a great point here... I told him to put it into his blog... but he's not a big fan of quoting himself, so in a tireless effort to get Mike's words to the masses... I had to put it in.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108554183246025561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108554183246025561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108554183246025561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108554183246025561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/05/kidelectronica-ive-spent-my-whole-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108533980828701634</id><published>2004-05-23T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T14:16:48.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got in big argument with parents... computer privlidges extremely limited... uhhhh... this means I won't be posting quite as often as before... sorry... check out the new blogs I've added to the links bar... Good luck with things... I've found out that I need to shape my ass up if I want to be something when the time comes... so... I suppose I'll be working on that... feel free to call me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108533980828701634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108533980828701634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108533980828701634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108533980828701634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/05/got-in-big-argument-with-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108482612049421255</id><published>2004-05-17T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T15:49:03.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, we're about T minus 9 days or so and counting, I am almost out of this school, and I almost wish I was in 8th grade again with this huge adventure that is high school looming above me.  Those were simpler times, I enjoyed myself a lot more.  Whatever though, now theirs and even bigger cloud above my head, and this one is the future... more importantly my  future.  And now I can't go camping</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108482612049421255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108482612049421255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108482612049421255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108482612049421255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-were-about-t-minus-9-days-or-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108424763263984123</id><published>2004-05-10T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T23:52:44.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I sometimes wonder if anything in the female department will ever go my way.  I know, I should count my blessings, I am going to prom with a really hot girl... but I don't know if she'd ever really date me or anything... but we'll see...People (my brothers mainly) tell me not to care about getting a girlfriend... but I'll fuckin' tell ya'... it's rough.In other news SuperState rocked... we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108424763263984123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108424763263984123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108424763263984123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108424763263984123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-sometimes-wonder-if-anything-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108397248465915027</id><published>2004-05-07T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T18:32:25.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FreestyleFat Ass: wanna have sex?Auto response from ANgi e pAN ts6 5: yeah okayFreestyleFat Ass: ah ha.. i knew it..FreestyleFat Ass: im holding you to that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108397248465915027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108397248465915027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108397248465915027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108397248465915027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/05/freestylefat-ass-wanna-have-sex-auto.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108349676425192263</id><published>2004-05-02T06:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T06:23:38.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(coheed and cambria - neverender)well, this blog comes to everyone from a very drunken state..i know it looks like it is very well typed, i am just a fag who likes good spelling and englishnor punctuationbut, pat and i have been drinking and creating a drinking game... texas drink 'emits a take on the poker game (for those of you that are retarded.. texas hold 'em is a style of poker </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108349676425192263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108349676425192263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108349676425192263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108349676425192263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/05/coheed-and-cambria-neverender-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108327087333990747</id><published>2004-04-29T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T15:38:43.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekly (or however often He feels like it) excerpt from The Holy Boble:Other than devirginizing a woman, there is no deed that makes a man feel more accomplished then dropping a good duce.  The feeling is like nothing else.  You feel born anew, and ready to face whatever is up ahead. This is the Word of Bob.  Thanks be to Bob.That one was made by Bob, specifically for Patrick Hopkins.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108327087333990747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108327087333990747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108327087333990747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108327087333990747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/04/weekly-or-however-often-he-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108327039727473228</id><published>2004-04-29T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T15:30:47.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekly (or however often He feels like it) excerpt from The Holy Boble:Arguing with women is a lot like trying to figure out a rubix cube; its not impossible, but it takes so long, it might as well be.This is the Word of Bob.  Thanks be to Bob.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108327039727473228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108327039727473228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108327039727473228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108327039727473228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/04/weekly-or-however-often-he-feels-like_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108326084767383210</id><published>2004-04-29T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T12:53:04.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm goin down down baby, Main street in a VoyagerMini Van baby, cocked ready to let it goShimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it poundLight it up and take a puff, pass it to me nowMmmmm, you can find me, in Lomb-Beerrrd rollin on dubsSmokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffsSippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbedDaps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugsAnd it's all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108326084767383210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108326084767383210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108326084767383210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108326084767383210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-goin-down-down-baby-main-street-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108321199834411274</id><published>2004-04-28T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T23:17:28.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It stinks like sex in here..."Ok, so we have some good fucking news for you kiddies today.  (Everything - Who got the Hooch)  Number one... I have a prom date.  So all you ladies... I am sorry, you'll have to wait until some other time.  Because right now, I am busy with a girl named Becky, who goes to Willowbrook.  She's awesome.  Enough said.News number two.  I just finished playing my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108321199834411274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108321199834411274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108321199834411274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108321199834411274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/04/it-stinks-like-sex-in-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108266645115688215</id><published>2004-04-22T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T15:44:52.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well... lets do this blog in Outline Format.... YEAH!!I.  Senioritus    A.  I don't give a shit about school    B.  Sure I'll miss everyone but I want out...        1.  OUT!II.  Promus Date-...us... Date-us..    A.   Search goes on...        1.  Asked this one girl... she seems to be either above or below saying the words "yes" or "no"            a)  For Example:  I asked her again last</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108266645115688215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108266645115688215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108266645115688215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108266645115688215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108197454437111182</id><published>2004-04-14T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T15:32:59.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, so I need a prom date... any attractive and/or awesome girls wanna go with an awesome guy?!  Oh, ok.. didn't think so.Plan #1:  Asking girl I've had a huge crush on via a perfectly placed question (last) on the latest Physics test.  "Will ______ ______ go to prom with Kevin Hopkins? Y/N"  Ends up some other guy asked her 2 days before our test.  Blast!Plan #2:  Asking a girl in my group </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108197454437111182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108197454437111182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108197454437111182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108197454437111182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/04/wow-so-i-need-prom-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108120243263555392</id><published>2004-04-05T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T17:04:11.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekly (or however often He feels like it) excerpt from The Holy Boble:Sausage must bring buns...This is the Word of Bob.  Thanks be to Bob.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108120243263555392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108120243263555392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108120243263555392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108120243263555392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/04/weekly-or-however-often-he-feels-like_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-108088192971745999</id><published>2004-04-01T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T23:04:03.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Today, Jim O’Neill, John Ferguson, Devin, and I were all videotaping a commercial project for Senior Comp.  The commercial was for a product we made up originally called Murder-Be-Gone, later renamed Abra-Cadaver.  The product’s function was getting rid of a dead body after you’ve killed a person.  It was a spray.  The whole idea was pretty funny.     The scene we were taping was of me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/108088192971745999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=108088192971745999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108088192971745999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/108088192971745999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-jim-oneill-john-ferguson-devin.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-107967490925662212</id><published>2004-03-18T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:45:04.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekly (or however often He feels like it) excerpt from The Holy Boble:Woe is to thee who misses precuss-o-rama, this Friday, March 19th at 7:30 in Biester Auditorium, for the feeling of utter regret shall weigh down on them like the mighty girth of a thousand Bobs sitting on thine chests.This is the Word of Bob.  Thanks be to Bob.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/107967490925662212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=107967490925662212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107967490925662212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107967490925662212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/03/weekly-or-however-often-he-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-107939712510461642</id><published>2004-03-15T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T18:35:16.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so I havn't posted in awhile (DMB - The Space Between)... it's not because I don't like you people... its just... I see this as more of a chore... but not anymore... hahaha.... rhymed... yeah... So this weekend was pretty fun... went to the ridiculous dance play at GE (All the Right Moves).... with Meghan... she's like.... a really fucking good (and well educated) dancer... so this was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/107939712510461642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=107939712510461642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107939712510461642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107939712510461642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/03/yeah-so-i-havnt-posted-in-awhile-dmb.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-107872235102914271</id><published>2004-03-07T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T23:08:52.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the 3rd quarter is closing and I will soon only have one more quarter at Glenbard East.  This will defenitly be a bittersweet closing.  Oh well, I'll have to sit around in purgetory (COD) for a year and then I'll be off to a great school that is still TBA.Newest Internet Acronymgt = Good Times.so....gt... to you all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/107872235102914271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=107872235102914271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107872235102914271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107872235102914271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-3rd-quarter-is-closing-and-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-107725012533098967</id><published>2004-02-19T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:11:23.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dnznmeegs26: now im sneezing uncontrollablyFreestyleFat Ass: you must be allergic to GREAT CONVERSATION</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/107725012533098967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=107725012533098967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107725012533098967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107725012533098967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/02/dnznmeegs26-now-im-sneezing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-107691108833356759</id><published>2004-02-15T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T00:10:38.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekly (or however often He feels like it) excerpt from The Holy Boble:A man without his video games is like a man without his penis; he is no man at all.This is the Word of Bob.  Thanks be to Bob.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/107691108833356759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=107691108833356759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107691108833356759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107691108833356759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/02/weekly-or-however-often-he-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-107645450815420473</id><published>2004-02-10T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T17:10:54.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekly (or however often He feels like it) excerpt from The Holy Boble:Woe is to thee who stands in middle of the hall, for thou shalt be struck down by the merciless wrath of Bob.This is the Word of Bob.  Thanks be to Bob.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/107645450815420473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=107645450815420473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107645450815420473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107645450815420473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/02/weekly-or-however-often-he-feels-like_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-107578427876561348</id><published>2004-02-02T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:00:14.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so I havn't typed anything in this thing in a while.  I wonder if anyone even reads it anymore... ah well... we'll see.  Tonight i went to this councelor who seems really cool and stuff.  This is all the effect of me being a lazy piece of shit for the past few years when it comes to acedemics. (Thrice - That Hidious Strength)  I think this will be good for me though.  I'll finally have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/107578427876561348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=107578427876561348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107578427876561348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107578427876561348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/02/yeah-so-i-havnt-typed-anything-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822114.post-107462571253313680</id><published>2004-01-20T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T13:10:30.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tonytiger rks: r u in trouble?FreestyleFat Ass: no.. well.. a littleFreestyleFat Ass: im alrightFreestyleFat Ass: how are you man?FreestyleFat Ass: was your mom real pissed?tonytiger rks: just finetonytiger rks: u grounded?tonytiger rks: dunnotonytiger rks: havnt seen her todaytonytiger rks: hope notFreestyleFat Ass: yeah, im groundedFreestyleFat Ass: but no worriestonytiger rks: 4 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/feeds/107462571253313680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3822114&amp;postID=107462571253313680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107462571253313680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3822114/posts/default/107462571253313680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimrod100.blogspot.com/2004/01/tonytiger-rks-r-u-in-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546233504791912707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
