<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567</id><updated>2009-11-14T16:08:15.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaginous</title><subtitle type='html'>Having Nothing To Do With The Vagina</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-3627973129159537523</id><published>2009-11-04T16:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:22:49.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forum Logo Test...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt166/Beretta40/CO-Backwards-smaller.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 625px; height: 700px;" src="http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt166/Beretta40/CO-Backwards-smaller.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt166/Beretta40/CO-Backwards.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-3627973129159537523?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/3627973129159537523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=3627973129159537523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/3627973129159537523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/3627973129159537523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Forum Logo Test...'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-8610637301488503583</id><published>2009-11-02T15:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:40:51.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt166/Beretta40/angry-Smile-White-BG.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt166/Beretta40/angry-Smile-White-BG.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I said I was finished here but making another new blog is so damn tedious and needy, I figured I'd just vent here again.  I was going on and on about stupid people and the nonstop flow of them in my life lately, but it occurred to me; it's not so much how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;people can be but rather how disappointing they are.  You get to know people, or at least you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; you do, then out of nowhere, they do something so irrational and stupid, you wonder what the hell they are thinking.  Then you start to second guess if their friendship was a big goof on you too.  Were they simply manipulating you to perform for them by pretending to be your friend?  I was never this paranoid before but since I've seen it happen all too many times to both myself and to other people, I don't put it past any asshole to screw with me for no other reason but that they can.  So I give no second chances anymore.  Either don't be a fucking asshole, or don't come back when you are.  I don't feel like playing with people anymore.  There are too many more out there to waste time worrying if any one in particular is going to fuck with me.  First sign of it and off you go.  Find another chump.  I have no use for bullshit games.   I figure by the time I retire, I should have alienated just about every idiot I ever encountered and will be able to live a long lonely hatefilled bitter life by myself quite happily.  People just piss me off.  I hate 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-8610637301488503583?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/8610637301488503583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=8610637301488503583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/8610637301488503583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/8610637301488503583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know.html' title='I know...'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-1879199080299025975</id><published>2009-10-14T10:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:05:43.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaginous will soon retire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt166/Beretta40/vaginous-goodbye.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 494px; height: 316px;" src="http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt166/Beretta40/vaginous-goodbye.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seeing as Vag has run its course and become less and less a part of my regularly maintained web properties, I feel it is time to retire the name and move on.  What has begun to bother me most through my web travels is the illusion that others out there actually give a flying fuck about what you have to say.  You think you have friends but find most of them are more interested in fucking with you for their own entertainment rather than be entertained by anything you might try to offer them.  Ungrateful people come to expect you to provide for them to the point where they take you for granted and ignore your potential needs for some return on your hard work.  To the miniscule few who actually have followed this dumb blog for all the years it has been sitting here, I assure you this commentary is NOT directed at you.  You folks are the only genuine internet friends I have made.  In expanding my horizons, I have encountered some of the most inconsiderate douche bags and dipshits ever to be dropped into human existence.  The ones who aren't so dumb only prove to be conniving egotists who have more fun making a fool of you than being a true friend.  Funny how this lesson should have been learned 4 years ago when I finally decided my wife was the leader of this army of assholes.  But alas, I am the optimist still hoping someone out there can comprehend loyalty and considerate coexistence. Hopeless cause.   I surrender to stupidity and self importance.  I give up.  I officially hate everyone and will only make exceptions on a case by case basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope to move on to better things, most likely a clearer display of hostility toward the human race.  My racism will still be on display because frankly, what is pure hatred of people without a blatant mix of old fashioned racism folded in for good measure?  I don't mean to offend the noble tolerance of my readers, just attempt to educate and expose things I have seen my whole life concerning certain minorities.  I plan to focus more on stupid inconsiderate and irresponsible people.  Race can be a contributing factor to behavioral patterns of course, but for my purposes here I hope to lump it all into the "stupid fucking people" category equally.  If I never had to look at another living human again, I would not be too disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will somehow try to contact those who read this regularly to give directions to my new digs when I get around to creating it.  I would leave a link here but that would bring some of those who have inspired my disdain for people along to read more of my disgust for them.  I apologize if I miss anyone (there are too few for that to be a huge problem) but I know resourceful readers will somehow find me if it is even a priority!   Farewell loyal readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-1879199080299025975?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/1879199080299025975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=1879199080299025975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/1879199080299025975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/1879199080299025975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/10/vaginous-will-soon-retire.html' title='Vaginous will soon retire...'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-6446283835067016160</id><published>2009-08-02T11:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:02:16.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Board Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt166/Beretta40/Krillstien.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt166/Beretta40/Krillstien.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Safety Czar Krill has voiced his dismay to another employee within earshot of me, the poor dumb bastard.  Seems the new dry-erase markers I got ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ve staying power and are difficult to erase!  I felt a board addressing his concerns might make him suspect the innocent bystander he was crying to!  Also...he has transformed a utility closet on the loading dock into his personal "Safety Hea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dquarters"!  Little does he know I have the key.  I went in and added a few tidbits of my own to another dry-erase white board he has in there.  He uses it to inform himself of what he is doing.  Nobody else goes in there (besides me) so it must be for his own reminders.  Anyway, he will be incensed when he reads my recipe for Tzatziki Sauce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here's the main board.  I never got a shot of the colset, but I'll be sure to get that next time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SnW0BUet9rI/AAAAAAAAAxI/sSfSoDBhATc/s1600-h/August+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SnW0BUet9rI/AAAAAAAAAxI/sSfSoDBhATc/s400/August+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365392465852233394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-6446283835067016160?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/6446283835067016160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=6446283835067016160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/6446283835067016160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/6446283835067016160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/08/safety-board-again.html' title='Safety Board Again...'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SnW0BUet9rI/AAAAAAAAAxI/sSfSoDBhATc/s72-c/August+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-1084475234890892482</id><published>2009-07-17T13:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:40:08.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Safety Boards...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SmC3XCn-iJI/AAAAAAAAAwo/tVhGvCpsFlI/s1600-h/CIMG0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SmC3XCn-iJI/AAAAAAAAAwo/tVhGvCpsFlI/s400/CIMG0589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359485163040311442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SmC3OmskVDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/NkiHg1ovgOw/s1600-h/CIMG0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SmC3OmskVDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/NkiHg1ovgOw/s400/CIMG0585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359485018104419378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SmC3CbiM_fI/AAAAAAAAAwY/uqB_4kB6p_A/s1600-h/CIMG0580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SmC3CbiM_fI/AAAAAAAAAwY/uqB_4kB6p_A/s400/CIMG0580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359484808949726706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SmC27GadkTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/j1YkfsGlI-c/s1600-h/CIMG0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SmC27GadkTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/j1YkfsGlI-c/s400/CIMG0579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359484683021029682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SmC23ZoAU8I/AAAAAAAAAwI/DLAS81P6U-o/s1600-h/CIMG0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SmC23ZoAU8I/AAAAAAAAAwI/DLAS81P6U-o/s400/CIMG0573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359484619458630594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-1084475234890892482?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/1084475234890892482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=1084475234890892482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/1084475234890892482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/1084475234890892482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-safety-boards.html' title='The Lost Safety Boards...'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SmC3XCn-iJI/AAAAAAAAAwo/tVhGvCpsFlI/s72-c/CIMG0589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-1863023554467340376</id><published>2009-06-29T00:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:07:25.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Krillionaire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SkhLgcz6fFI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Sh86Ys5em-U/s1600-h/Safety+board+6+28+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SkhLgcz6fFI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Sh86Ys5em-U/s400/Safety+board+6+28+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352611177991666770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SkhLUqPjq2I/AAAAAAAAAv4/HhkpVTF2eho/s1600-h/Krill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SkhLUqPjq2I/AAAAAAAAAv4/HhkpVTF2eho/s400/Krill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352610975438842722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The big wiener,  &lt;/span&gt;or whiner, or what ever you call being awarded a $2400 tax bill plus licenses and registrations and maintenance costs that have to be forfeited in two years...The Krillionaire Safety official!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-1863023554467340376?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/1863023554467340376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=1863023554467340376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/1863023554467340376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/1863023554467340376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/06/krillionaire.html' title='Krillionaire!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SkhLgcz6fFI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Sh86Ys5em-U/s72-c/Safety+board+6+28+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-6862487809412644130</id><published>2009-06-20T11:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:04:44.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and results...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, the Annoy-a-tron was a huge success but ended up annoying unintended victims to the point of full chimpout!  If you'll recall, the 2.0 version had bigger everything plus 6 sound choices.  After careful consideration I chose the cricket chirp.  I replaced the last unit behind the girl's work stations with the 2.0 and watched the hilarity ensue.  First chirp one of the girls just about jumped out of her chair.  This edition of the A-A-T  is very loud and throws a good echo from the I-Beam where it is placed to sound like it could be coming from several different locations.  It was beautiful.  People came from far corners of the building after the first few chirps looking for the cricket.  This lasted all through the day last Saturday.  On Monday, our resident colored boy came in at 6, right after the supervisor.  A couple of us are in on this joke so we waited patiently.  Didn't take long.  "Brutha Wauka" heard the first chirp of the morning and shot from his cubicle.  In a typically loud scream, "Ana buddy heah dat?  sound like a muh fuggen mouse!  I was hearin it aw day Satta day.  I know we gots mice in heah.  You hear it don't you?"  Andy said, "I heard a cricket."   I said me too.  Brutha Waukka says he know what a mouse sound like and that be a muh fuggen mouse got dammit.  The boy was on all fours looking for mouse turds until Andy warned him the mouse might jump out at him.   OOOWEEE, dang.  **CHIRP**  Got dammit, there it go again!  Some one best take care a that mouse or I'm goin home! I ain't gots ta work in conditions where muh fuggen mice be runnin unda muh feets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to ultimately remove the unit because of the hysterical boon.  His buddy, our other token joined in the fight to have the mice removed.  Everyone was laughing at them because it was clearly a cricket, but these project dwellers couldn't relate.  They knew what mice sound like!  Absolutely hysterical to watch.  They were terrified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a safety note, Krill is getting annoyed with the personal attacks using his name and making fun of safety.  Even though I am the only one who updates his safety board, he can't stop whining. If he only knew.  He even comes to me crying.  "You're here early...you ever see which one of those assholes is writing all over my board?"  Nope...they must do it when I'm on break or something!   Here are two from this past week...enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sj0H8dsupfI/AAAAAAAAAvo/hxaX6ns2H9c/s1600-h/Safety+board+sloppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sj0H8dsupfI/AAAAAAAAAvo/hxaX6ns2H9c/s400/Safety+board+sloppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349440667731797490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sj0IR7JGooI/AAAAAAAAAvw/t-kqaljW_4M/s1600-h/Safety+board+Zero+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sj0IR7JGooI/AAAAAAAAAvw/t-kqaljW_4M/s400/Safety+board+Zero+days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349441036412691074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-6862487809412644130?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/6862487809412644130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=6862487809412644130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/6862487809412644130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/6862487809412644130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates-and-results.html' title='Updates and results...'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sj0H8dsupfI/AAAAAAAAAvo/hxaX6ns2H9c/s72-c/Safety+board+sloppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-5507539657741301509</id><published>2009-06-08T19:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:18:45.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays Safety Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Si8J7AOcoXI/AAAAAAAAAvI/euH9v0o14QQ/s1600-h/Backing+Safety.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Si8J7AOcoXI/AAAAAAAAAvI/euH9v0o14QQ/s400/Backing+Safety.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345502191989596530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-5507539657741301509?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/5507539657741301509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=5507539657741301509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/5507539657741301509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/5507539657741301509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-safety-board.html' title='Todays Safety Board'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Si8J7AOcoXI/AAAAAAAAAvI/euH9v0o14QQ/s72-c/Backing+Safety.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-6015925001058109329</id><published>2009-06-06T16:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:07:13.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Protest Of Continuity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SirMZM2FPvI/AAAAAAAAAu4/G6kc63mxtoc/s1600-h/june09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SirMZM2FPvI/AAAAAAAAAu4/G6kc63mxtoc/s400/june09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344308641145372402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They changed my truck runs and notified no one.  And they wonder why we are $3 Krillion in the red for the year already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-6015925001058109329?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/6015925001058109329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=6015925001058109329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/6015925001058109329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/6015925001058109329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-protest-of-continuity.html' title='In Protest Of Continuity...'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SirMZM2FPvI/AAAAAAAAAu4/G6kc63mxtoc/s72-c/june09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-7352046132699640143</id><published>2009-06-04T18:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:54:42.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SihPQpENHKI/AAAAAAAAAuw/yMyAAWc9Eh8/s1600-h/annoy-a-tron+2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SihPQpENHKI/AAAAAAAAAuw/yMyAAWc9Eh8/s200/annoy-a-tron+2.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343608105195084962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/electronic/b278/"&gt;Annoy-A-Tron 2.0&lt;/a&gt;  !  6 sounds, volume control, dual magnets.  Truly a device designed with me in mind.  I've ordered them 2nd day air, so early next week, I should have just about everyone hearing shit at work!   Good thing I don't have any hobbies to distract me from the important crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-7352046132699640143?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/7352046132699640143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=7352046132699640143' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/7352046132699640143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/7352046132699640143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/06/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon...'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SihPQpENHKI/AAAAAAAAAuw/yMyAAWc9Eh8/s72-c/annoy-a-tron+2.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-3799472704731507762</id><published>2009-06-04T13:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:27:35.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Board Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one requires some background information.  You must realize even this guy's friends think he's a dick.  His last name is Krill and everyone calls him that out of total disrespect.  First line of business is to tell about our nearly bankrupt organization crying poverty to such an extent, they want us to pick up used rubber bands off the ground so we can save money.  So they purchase shabby quality Tee Shirts with a company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; logo on the front and hand them out to every single employee.  Keep in mind we employ nearly 800,000 people nationwide.  Derrr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now Krill, the safety guy.  He is an avid listener to some stupid sports talk radio station while he is on his delivery route.  He calls in regularly and wins dumb little contests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; from time to time.  This particular time he ended up winning a car!  Well...kinda winning a car.  He won a 2 year lease.  He had to come up with $1,200 sales tax and registration fees, plus a $50 per month tax to cover his good fortune.  The guy is ecstatic.  I just don't see the glory in winning a $1,200++ bill plus an inevitable end of year beat down from Uncle Sam for taxes he will undoubtedly owe by April 15th.  But I digress, the dufus is walking on air! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; So it's a red Nissan something or other brand new for him and his one legged bride to borrow for a couple of years.  Good for him.  As for what he had to do to win it, he was required to drive 90 minutes over to Vermont to a Nissan dealer where he and a hundred other saps stood waiting to be the last name standing in a drawing from a hat.  Krill was the last one.  Krill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;won the extra expenses!  YAY for Krill.  He returned to work with all the promotional pictures of him, the car, the oversized banner for the radio station, blah blah blah.  He hung it all around his work area not unlike your six year old's crayon stick people drawings on your refrigerator.  He looks ridiculous both in the pictures as well as in real life.  So with all of this as a preface &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to showing you the current safety board joke on Krill...I give you the latest photo of the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SigP0SkMvbI/AAAAAAAAAug/HqNwla4PtdE/s1600-h/Krill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 645px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SigP0SkMvbI/AAAAAAAAAug/HqNwla4PtdE/s400/Krill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343538348886375858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Click to enlarge the picture for easier reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-3799472704731507762?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/3799472704731507762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=3799472704731507762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/3799472704731507762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/3799472704731507762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/06/safety-board-again.html' title='Safety Board Again'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SigP0SkMvbI/AAAAAAAAAug/HqNwla4PtdE/s72-c/Krill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-4072929411353262121</id><published>2009-06-02T13:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:59:02.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got A New Prank Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SiVoXC46uRI/AAAAAAAAAuY/B5PedhXWv7s/s1600-h/talkingwatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SiVoXC46uRI/AAAAAAAAAuY/B5PedhXWv7s/s320/talkingwatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342791278066841874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a quick post to mention my latest multi-pranking activities.  The safety board and annoy-a-trons are all regular  occurances, but I found another digital watch with an annoying alarm.  Our scanners all sit in two tiers of cradles for charging/downloading, right beside the poor supervisor's computer.  This new watch has an alarm very similar to the beeping sounds our scanners will make when information was not entered into the device properly.  Behind the rack of scanner cradles is a placard with instructions on how to handle the scanners.  It is merely one of those clear plastic binder  protective sheaths with the printed instructions slid into it.  To make this work for me, I slid another printed page into the sheath facing the other direction so it is now readable from either side.  Between the two sheets, I placed the watch with the alarm set to go off at 6am every morning.  I taped the sheath up on the back side of the shelves behind the scanners.  I used packing tape.  When the alarm goes off at 6, the supervisor immediately thinks one of the scanners is having a problem and proceeds to reset each and every one of them (approximately 45 of them) by taking it from its cradle and replacing it.  The alarm rings for 60 seconds with the beeping speed increasing every ten seconds.  As the boss frantically tries to shut the beeping off, the 60 seconds are up and an illusion of success fills his heart.  He goes back to his work on the computer.  After several days of this, he begins to think a specific scanner is malfunctioning so he tries to pay closer attention to which one actually stops the beeping.  Unfortunately, every day it is a different one since his speed of resetting the scanners varies.  He is at a point now where he wants to call a technician to figure out which scanner is malfunctioning.  This is all taking place ten feet from my work area so I am watching the whole show.  I have a few other guys watching too because quite frankly, fucking with a boss isn't nearly as much fun without others sharing in the hilarity.  When a techie arrives, the boss will not be able to reccreate the situation, unless it is 6am sharp!  The watch is virtually invisible.  Nobody that even knew I had placed it somewhere could find it.  One of my most confounding pranks yet I think.  What I am thinking of doing is changing the alarm time so the afternoon people can be equally annoyed and frustrated, but then, I wouldn't get to see the fallout.  I'll snap a pic next week of where the watch is in relation to the scanners and the bosses desk.  I'm such an asshole.  I only see dead batteries as an end for this endeavor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-4072929411353262121?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/4072929411353262121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=4072929411353262121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/4072929411353262121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/4072929411353262121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-new-prank-running.html' title='Got A New Prank Running'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SiVoXC46uRI/AAAAAAAAAuY/B5PedhXWv7s/s72-c/talkingwatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-7623226434944295696</id><published>2009-05-24T10:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:26:58.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Safety Douche Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Shlk_kFiJ6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/1Loh3e-vMUY/s1600-h/Safety+Board+Rubber+Bands..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Shlk_kFiJ6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/1Loh3e-vMUY/s400/Safety+Board+Rubber+Bands..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339409876405856162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again,  the safety guy and me had a little go around.  He is the only guy in the building that still doesn't know it's me screwing with his dry erase white board.  And he will always have me figured out the exact opposite of what I am.  Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, he comes in every morning a little early so he can erase my work.  {He doesn't realize that half the building starts an hour before him so most everyone has already seen it}  Then he goes directly to the boss and complains.  His major gripe is the board is supposed to be an official OSHA Regulation Safety Information Center (ORSIC).  But more importantly, posting false information on it could lead to misunderstandings and could possibly promote unsafe acts that employees might not realize are not official safety office edicts.  He is serious.  And unbelievably dumb.  He knows of two guys who start at 5am, so he tells the boss that it HAS to be one of them.  He completely forgets about me because these guys constantly make fun of him.  He believes the safety board antics are designed to make a fool of him in front of the other employees.  He is oblivious to the humor; he thinks it is just bad information his enemies are trying to get employees to follow so he can be held accountable and possibly lose his position of "Safety Captain".  Again, the humor goes sailing freely over his shiny bald head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he doesn't understand my humor in reality, but in his own cavernous head, he thinks he does.  Enter the Blue Tooth ear piece he got for Christmas from one of his stupid kids.  When I first saw it earlier this year, I humiliated him into putting it away when I spotted him walking around the workroom floor wearing it.  I asked him about it and he explained the Christmas gift thing...then the giggling idiot admitted he hadn't yet acquired a compatible cell phone, so the device was inoperable.  He told me he was just wearing it so his kid wouldn't think he didn't like it, even though his kid doesn't come to work with daddy.  Anyway, he put it away and I never saw it again...until this week.  Again I approached him and asked just how important he thinks he is.  He laughed as if I was joking. Then he told me he manages several little league baseball teams and parents are always trying to reach him while he is working.  I reminded him that cell phone calls are forbidden on the workroom floor, but he argued that Blue Tooth is OK.  I directed him to his own safety manual and told him again,  it was the calls not the method used.  He laughed again as if I was joking and walked off.  I followed him and asked the next obvious question.  Why are little boy's parents constantly calling you?  Have you been behaving in a pedophilic manner that might cause concern?  HUH?  I made the word up but it's obvious to the average person what it means.  He looked confused for a second, then began giggling again.  No really...do you diddle the boys?  Is it really the parents you talk to on the Blue Tooth or are you soliciting these kids with it?  He was belly laughing now.  I told him he looks like a fucking asshole with the thing on his ear and walked away disgusted.  So he thinks I am joking when I'm dead serious, and when I am joking, he thinks I am serious {even though he still doesn't know it's me doing his safety board}.  The guy is pathetic.  And he has kids!  AND he "manages" kids!  His wife has one leg and her name is Peg...go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...enjoy the latest safety board.  It was inspired by a message from "National" that as the largest consumers of rubber bands in the world, we must make every effort to conserve and reuse them whenever possible.  Do not toss them on the ground as you unband your mail.  Do not throw them away.  We spend $6.5 MILLION a year on them and we are going broke fast.  $6.5 million?  Jeebus Cryminy  WTF kind of rubber are they made of?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**NOTE-If you'll notice, the real OSHA shit is never updated.  The guy is so busy erasing my funny shit he forgets to do his job and actually comply with what ever the hell he is supposed to comply with.  See what I mean?   He's a douche bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-7623226434944295696?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/7623226434944295696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=7623226434944295696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/7623226434944295696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/7623226434944295696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-again-safety-guy-and-me-had-little.html' title='The Safety Douche Bag'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Shlk_kFiJ6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/1Loh3e-vMUY/s72-c/Safety+Board+Rubber+Bands..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-617758547959851566</id><published>2009-05-17T10:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:41:43.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prank Updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/ShAiEc0o8kI/AAAAAAAAAtw/oXtPM0MYZrI/s1600-h/CIMG0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/ShAiEc0o8kI/AAAAAAAAAtw/oXtPM0MYZrI/s400/CIMG0476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336803018285838914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just wanted to catch up on the safety boards and to report that I have planted the Annoy-a-Tron in the light fixture in the ladies room.  No reactions yet, but it takes time.  The space between beeps can take longer than a quick piss or a hand wash.  A good long dump will hear it for sure.  Stay tuned for the paranoid panic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/ShAh-dUZG0I/AAAAAAAAAto/xQktrire1BI/s1600-h/CIMG0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/ShAh-dUZG0I/AAAAAAAAAto/xQktrire1BI/s400/CIMG0473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336802915339803458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/ShAh2qlnBaI/AAAAAAAAAtg/YYf4XqR_vLo/s1600-h/CIMG0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/ShAh2qlnBaI/AAAAAAAAAtg/YYf4XqR_vLo/s400/CIMG0472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336802781462726050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-617758547959851566?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/617758547959851566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=617758547959851566' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/617758547959851566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/617758547959851566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/05/prank-updates.html' title='Prank Updates...'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/ShAiEc0o8kI/AAAAAAAAAtw/oXtPM0MYZrI/s72-c/CIMG0476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-3777343639384246387</id><published>2009-05-15T15:26:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:11:46.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Age Of The Time Out Generation Has Arrived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sg5LCNVQ0fI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cMYaxL0YMWs/s1600-h/spankjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sg5LCNVQ0fI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cMYaxL0YMWs/s200/spankjpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336285109791281650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I always knew the ''modern parent'' technique of replacing a good solid ass whoopin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;g (spanking) with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time out&lt;/span&gt; and the elimination of keeping score in children sporting events would lead to what we have today.  A bunch of half assed pussies who think everything should be laid s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oftly in their lap.  Perpetual victims who lay the blame for their irr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esponsible miserable lives on everyone but themselves.  Because their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;irresponsible liberal parents wanted to be their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; rather than their parents.  So these punks all came up thinking life didn't keep score.  When they found it did, they freaked out and became disoriented and confused.  These are the pussies we have now who think magic pixies will come and fix the economy, while their precious leader Barack plays golf or watched 3D movies with his kids.  They still don't understand how GM could possibly leave Detroit, but then, most of them don't even know how important the American auto industry is anyway.  Their parents drove Toyotas and Hondas.  These are the stinking idiots who we will be depending on for our Social Security in our old age!  What we are witnessing I believe is the coming of age of these poorly raised misguided dumbfounded dipshits.  They woke up from their time outs and ran to the polls back in November.  They spent their scoreless games holding signs that said HOPE and CHANGE with that funny little Pepsi logo.  And now they still think he is doing a good job because they fail to realize responsibility or consequence.  Pixies will save the day again.  And nobody is keeping score because we don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. The world is full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-3777343639384246387?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/3777343639384246387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=3777343639384246387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/3777343639384246387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/3777343639384246387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/05/age-of-time-out-generation-has-arrived.html' title='The Age Of The Time Out Generation Has Arrived.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sg5LCNVQ0fI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cMYaxL0YMWs/s72-c/spankjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-7335978970664387503</id><published>2009-05-15T01:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:35:02.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sgz-_OCcyII/AAAAAAAAAs4/5Ms5_eiMPbQ/s1600-h/Picture%2B18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sgz-_OCcyII/AAAAAAAAAs4/5Ms5_eiMPbQ/s200/Picture%2B18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335920020580780162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I read my own crap here from time to time and realized that my recent pranks have a tone of  misogyny.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I will admit I have a certain level of hostility toward women based on the ones I have had intimate contact with, but they are my own fault.  I find most women with any amount of intelligence to be far more valuable as friends than men who can only fantasize ways to pork them.  That said, please accept my apologies for sounding rude toward women, but the ones I give here are examples of how not to behave.  They only earn the jokes played on them by virtue of their annoyance levels to others and would receive the same punishment if they were men.  See: The safety guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-7335978970664387503?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/7335978970664387503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=7335978970664387503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/7335978970664387503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/7335978970664387503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/05/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sgz-_OCcyII/AAAAAAAAAs4/5Ms5_eiMPbQ/s72-c/Picture%2B18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-2772698817518033911</id><published>2009-05-13T12:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:00:46.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognizing Irrational Though Processes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i483.photobucket.com/albums/rr197/911WesternRoad/intolerance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 112px;" src="http://i483.photobucket.com/albums/rr197/911WesternRoad/intolerance.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way the current administration operates unchallenged has me concerned.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is more disconcerting it the approval ratings are allegedly through the roof for this guy and nobody can explain it.  I thought at first glance this was just another media manipulation of polls and phony number crunching, but I now believe this is accurate after all.  I see it at all levels now.  You would too if you were seeing things as clearly as I think I am seeing them.  It's a bully brotherhood that simply demands compliance and conformity or else.  Or else what?  Or else you will be made the scapegoat.  Your valid sincere concerns will turn to trouble making or insanity, how ever the loud mouths want to portray you to discredit your true interest in fairness and freedom.  These are the over amplified minority dictating what everyone sees and hears.  The tea party folks are labeled as racists and domestic terrorists for simply exercising their rights to protest.  The news suggests regular logically thinking people are the trouble makers.  A majority of the population sees it, but the blathering minority dictate with their loud mouths what we all hear.  And thus we have the fucking idiots placing themselves in charge while the supposedly smarter groups are crushed by them.  Experiencing this at a much lower level, I can tell you why.  Fatigue.  Pure and simple fatigue.  Watching the fucking dummies bully their way into the administrators minds and forcing them to comply.  Fatigue.  There is just so much a person can take from these energy vampires.  They suck you dry and are relentless in their pursuit of nothing.  That's what it essentially boils down to too.  Nothing.  They accomplish nothing but disruption and despair.  They are social malfunctions.  As I drag my ass away from the malfunctioning morons who love to pretend they are better than me simply by virtue of their big fucking mouths and asshole fortitude, I bid adieu.  It could have been big if not for fatigue and bully loser white boys.  Let stupidity reign.  It's behind me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sgr_lgTA7eI/AAAAAAAAAso/0LzBrxgogmo/s1600-h/intolerance.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-2772698817518033911?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/2772698817518033911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=2772698817518033911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/2772698817518033911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/2772698817518033911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Recognizing Irrational Though Processes'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-3425968333834953802</id><published>2009-05-11T14:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:16:59.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warming Up The Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sgh4_5oBQGI/AAAAAAAAAsg/g0s5RXUD95c/s1600-h/red-lightGif.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sgh4_5oBQGI/AAAAAAAAAsg/g0s5RXUD95c/s320/red-lightGif.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334646797816119394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I figured I should get the girls warmed up for the Annoy-a-tron by placing this flashing red light designed to be worn on your clothing while riding your bike.  It has a simple on/off button.  I turned it on and it began blinking like a beacon.  I slid it down into the light fixture over the sink behind the plastic cover.  The maintenance guy told me one of the other girls noticed it right away and told him something was wrong in there...a red light is blinking like something needs attention.  The bobble headed twats were all off today so I had time to get it done before my weekend tonight and tomorrow!  When they arrive, I won't be there thus I will not be even a vague suspect.  As they ponder the meaning of the flashing red light, the beeping and static will commence next Monday.  I expect this will cause a fierce shit storm this time.  The beeping in there echoes off the cement walls and will be unmistakalby the same noise they hear at their work stations!  You'd think that by my age, this sort of thing would be viewed as way too childish, but it just cracks me up to watch these women freak out!  Stay tuned...Next Monday. The fun begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-3425968333834953802?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/3425968333834953802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=3425968333834953802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/3425968333834953802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/3425968333834953802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/05/warming-up-girls.html' title='Warming Up The Girls'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sgh4_5oBQGI/AAAAAAAAAsg/g0s5RXUD95c/s72-c/red-lightGif.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-1360611792791417129</id><published>2009-05-10T09:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:20:34.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SgbhNThaTTI/AAAAAAAAArg/qO7iLS5M-kA/s1600-h/Safety+Board+MAY09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SgbhNThaTTI/AAAAAAAAArg/qO7iLS5M-kA/s320/Safety+Board+MAY09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334198427361889586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This has nothing to do with conspiracy theories.  I just wanted to do a quick update on the effectiveness of the &lt;a href="http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2008/09/introducing-annoy-tron.html"&gt;Annoyatron&lt;/a&gt;.  When I first got my devices in the mail, I noted immediately the sound level was rather low for a busy office and doubted they would even be noticed.  I took one to work and tried some test plants.  I was right.  The volume levels were too low for the hilarity the advertisements promised.  There is just way too much noise in the office, with the screaming idiots who think their insignificant conversations need to be shared with the entire office and the moving of noisy decrepit misaligned equipment.  I was very disappointed at first, but things changed.  I found a perfect spot on an I-beam behind two work areas usually staffed with two incessant blabber mouth women with a combined IQ of 9&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/4&lt;/span&gt;.  What I forgot in my disappointment was the fact that after I go home for the day, the rest of the office empties as well, leaving the two geniuses, an inept supervisor who still can't spell his own name, and a coworker who would report the results to me.  It was brilliantly successful.  The victims were perfect for this because on top of their incredible stupidity, they were very paranoid that they were being watched constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My snitch reported back the first day.  The girls heard the ''beep'', then the static ''cell phone'' sound then the beep again, all randomly spewed out to instill panic.  They searched unsuccessfully and decided it must have been coming from a relay box for a cordless phone located six feet up the I-beam.  When they reported the noisy box to the supervisor, he called the maintenance guy.  He determined the box was disconnected and had been for quite some time.  It was encased in a nasty dust cocoon.  To appease the women, he removed it.  Soon as he walked away, the beam beeped again.  They freaked out, but kept looking for it.  That was a few months ago.  It is still there and it is still causing them great concern!  After realizing the success, I feared the batteries would soon die.  I remembered there was a supply of  them used to replace vehicle remote fobs.  Just for kicks, I grabbed one and checked to see it it would fit.  Incredibly, it did and I established an endless supply to keep the Annoyatron functioning indefinitely!  I have 2 more that have not yet been put into service so I plan to mount one in the ladies room next Sunday.  Maybe one in the mens room too.  Imagine these paranoid women sitting on the toilet and that noisy little beep or the fuzzy cell phone sound goes off?!  Finally success with a toy I had high hopes for when I first saw them.  Stupid cackling bobble headed idiots add to the ease of pulling it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-1360611792791417129?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/1360611792791417129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=1360611792791417129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/1360611792791417129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/1360611792791417129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/05/conspiracy-theories.html' title='Conspiracy Theories'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SgbhNThaTTI/AAAAAAAAArg/qO7iLS5M-kA/s72-c/Safety+Board+MAY09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-905045338890018706</id><published>2009-05-08T15:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:40:01.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Re Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SgSYDnMrXsI/AAAAAAAAApA/HhaltIsZQnA/s1600-h/yikes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SgSYDnMrXsI/AAAAAAAAApA/HhaltIsZQnA/s320/yikes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333555046542696130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well my adventures off in wonderland have proven to me yet again the world is over flowing with morons.  Don’t even get me started with the brainwashed zombies who still think Obama was a good idea.  Those morons are on a level I don’t even want to try to analyze for fear some of the stupid might get on my shoes and before I know it, get tracked all over my house.  I mean lower grade stupid, like the cluster fuck of geniuses at work.  But work is really irritating me to the point where I am not yet able to adequately share the depth of hostility I have for each and every one of those fuck heads, so I digress.  General Retardation has got to be the best way to describe what is getting me down.  I look around me and see empty people.  I hear third grade level banter.  People laughing and aimlessly enjoying their miserable lives as if the world isn’t about to implode and suck all their joy from them in one fell sweep.  A guy who is less than a year from retirement buys a piece of property across from his house because he is afraid developers might buy it and God forbid, build a house or two on it.  Now he has to work at least 5 more years, and I gotta tell ya, his Alzheimer’s is far more advanced than he is able to admit…His wife is one trip and fall from sudden death with severely advanced Lupus.  His house is a huge two story modular with a big maintenance sucking barn out back containing three horses and two Llamas.  His knees are completely shot, yet he insists he is in shape enough to referee high school soccer.  Every year he is out for weeks because he destroys a knee a little bit closer to total incapacitation.  But he sees nothing dire on the horizon.  Ignorance is truly bliss for this dope.  The economic and political state of disaster is lost on him too.  He figures he can’t do anything about it so might as well ignore it.  He cancelled his daily paper because the news has gotten too complicated for his limited thought processing abilities.  He is a lifelong loser but thinks he is far more prosperous than any of us around him.  I’d feel sorry for him if he had an inkling of what a shit storm is heading his way.  But he is arrogant and condescending.  He has 5 dogs.  He has horses, and property and out buildings.  He lives up in the sticks, just him and his crippled wife in an oversized shitty house.  He looks down his nose at my meager existence.  No wife or kids.  Taking care of my elderly mother.  Poking away on my computer.  Buying guns like there’s no tomorrow.  He pities ME!  I have no bills.  Don’t even own a credit card.  No fucking useless horses to feed, water, and exercise every damn day.  No Llamas spitting in my face.  No pellet stove that needs 50lb bags of pellets dragged in from the barn all winter to keep the first floor warm.  No semi retarded loser kid who just produced an autistic child with a smoking drinking fat slob loser.  Nothing like that.  I am living a boring life as far as he is concerned.  Guess what?  I’m gonna retire when I am eligible and no ridiculous real estate blunder will force me to wait.  I don’t care if they build a fucking Walmart across the street from my house.  I’ll move.  I can walk.  We are both happy as shit with our lives, but taking an outsider perspective, I can’t for the life of me understand why he is.  He sucks.  His life sucks.  He is looking at hopelessness.  It’s more than just ignorance that is bliss.  Utter stupidity helps too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-905045338890018706?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/905045338890018706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=905045338890018706' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/905045338890018706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/905045338890018706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-re-entry.html' title='Random Re Entry'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SgSYDnMrXsI/AAAAAAAAApA/HhaltIsZQnA/s72-c/yikes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-7061575928140137739</id><published>2009-05-07T16:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:09:39.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostile and Mean I have Been!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sgcmbk5AZrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/E-23-4XBz-o/s1600-h/heres+johnny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sgcmbk5AZrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/E-23-4XBz-o/s400/heres+johnny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334274538844743346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a quick note to announce my possible return to this shitty blog.  I have lots of pranks to tell you all about...still making fun of the safety guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you two soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-7061575928140137739?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/7061575928140137739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=7061575928140137739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/7061575928140137739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/7061575928140137739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2009/05/hostile-and-mean-i-have-been.html' title='Hostile and Mean I have Been!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/Sgcmbk5AZrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/E-23-4XBz-o/s72-c/heres+johnny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-715305360851537003</id><published>2008-11-11T09:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:55:53.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well when I'm wrong I'm really wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SRmYVzfe7FI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xgzUM0ZL760/s1600-h/Wrong+Way2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SRmYVzfe7FI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xgzUM0ZL760/s400/Wrong+Way2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267408739553438802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was dead sure there couldn't possibly be enough idiots in the United States to get the Marxist Socialist Government put into place through this hypnotic cult ape, but alas...as in so many instances in the past...I was WRONG.  The few things that I was right about can't even begin to balance the scales with how horrendously wrong I was about this election.  Sure I was right about the marked change in black attitudes turning from mildly annoying and disruptive to condescending, rude, gloating and entitled.  I am right about the fact that they forget who is still in the majority and will ALWAYS control the strings.  I know for a fact they will be very disappointed when their president doesn't put gas in their Escalades....but I was wrong about my own people.  Sorely wrong.  Unfixably wrong.  Disgustingly wrong.  Disturbingly wrong.  Our own people handed over the most powerful government in the world to a Chicago thug raised by homegrown terrorists, socialist America hating black racists, and most puzzling of all, a man named Barack Hussein Obama.  A mere seven years after OSAMA Bin Laden sent his muslim terrorists to murder thousands of innocent Americans, our retarded population of politically correct lambs elect one of them fucking president.  And if that wasn't enough of a twisted self destructive move, a black one to boot.  If anyone can name ONE SINGLE nation on the planet governed by a black man that isn't third world or living in communism, socialism and non stop violence in the streets I'll give you a cookie.  If there were no warnings of the things to come, I'd say we were really duped.  But a day before the uninformed state of Pennsylvania voted for this garbage man, he PROMISED to bankrupt the coal mining industry!  Probably the backbone of Pennsylvania's economy and a huge employer of their population...and they voted for him.  Bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I concede I was horribly mistaken when I assumed our country had a modicum of intelligence.  We have proven to the world we are fucking idiots.  And the world will react in a very unpleasant way, I am sure of it (probably wrong again).  The entire point of this post is hope.  I hope I am riding a wave of wrong and this whole stinking debacle will turn out good and everything I fear is just my racist paranoia taking control of my fingertips.  I honestly don't think so, but I must hold out hope.  I don't think this Nation will survive, but I sure hope it does.  I don't think this is repairable, but I hope it is.  I think we are fucked beyond anyone's comprehension, and I hope those who voted for this Kenyon-American Idol are the first to take it directly up the ass when the shit hits the fan in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-715305360851537003?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/715305360851537003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=715305360851537003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/715305360851537003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/715305360851537003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-when-im-wrong-im-really-wrong.html' title='Well when I&apos;m wrong I&apos;m really wrong...'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRlW7Ki5Fj4/SRmYVzfe7FI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xgzUM0ZL760/s72-c/Wrong+Way2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-2931805236585328770</id><published>2008-10-18T19:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:12:48.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Obama supporters really serious? can you really be that stupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gH-2Fwx5RU0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gH-2Fwx5RU0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-2931805236585328770?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/2931805236585328770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=2931805236585328770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/2931805236585328770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/2931805236585328770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-obama-supporters-really-serious.html' title='Are you Obama supporters really serious? can you really be that stupid?'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-6421596632827885836</id><published>2008-10-10T13:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:07:54.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So what kind of idiot would vote for a candidate endorsed by this worthless Muslim nigger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OowxMcVTjTE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OowxMcVTjTE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-6421596632827885836?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/6421596632827885836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=6421596632827885836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/6421596632827885836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/6421596632827885836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-what-kind-of-idiot-would-vote-for.html' title='So what kind of idiot would vote for a candidate endorsed by this worthless Muslim nigger?'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976688942811074567.post-7083920239766955671</id><published>2008-09-29T16:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:08:44.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The only one that the Annoy-A-Tron annoyed was me.</title><content type='html'>After over a week of testing and resetting, the Annoy-A-Tron has proven to be a worthless practical application of a great theory.  The problem is the volume level is so low you can barely hear it over normal room noise.  It has driven me to think deeper into the old reliable talking watches from my last similar prank.  When they come through again, and I'm sure they will, I will take one out of it's case and plant the guts.  I need only super-glue a small magnet on a flat surface and set it to go off reading the time at the top of the hour.  With a magnet and no watchband plus the unidentifiable guts, if anyone finds it, they will be baffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for this big disappointment.  They scammed me good on this one.  Live and learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976688942811074567-7083920239766955671?l=vaginous.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/feeds/7083920239766955671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976688942811074567&amp;postID=7083920239766955671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/7083920239766955671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976688942811074567/posts/default/7083920239766955671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaginous.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-one-that-annoy-tron-annoyed-was-me.html' title='The only one that the Annoy-A-Tron annoyed was me.'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254899218503604612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14242697146512937922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>