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			<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 21:31:29 -0400</pubDate>
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							<strong>Added:</strong> 2012-03-11 21:31:29<br />
							I am officially sick and tired of my life and the people in it.<br /><br />All my parents do is bitch about each other because they're going through a brutal divorce and I'm the middle child and I don't live with either of them because I'm away at college, but they still find ways to bitch and annoy the shit out of me.<br /><br />My friends aren't even really my friends, all my boys do is talk shit and it's not like they would ever try me because I would kill them, but I'm not even like that, I just want to drop everything and move the fuck to Cuba or something. When people used to say "damn, this is not what I thought my life would be", I thought they were stupid, until I started saying it every 5 fucking seconds of the day.<br /><br />/rant<br />						</td>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 18:23:56 -0500</pubDate>
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							<strong>Added:</strong> 2009-01-26 18:23:56<br />
							<p>This blog is so fucking serious, I don't think anybody on ebaumsworld can handle it. It's so serious, it's like Roger Clemens lying about taking HGH or Steriods. Now that I've brought that up, let's talk about that a little bit, shall we? Roger Clemens, in my opinion, is a straight up moron. Nice guy, but an idiot. I met him once, back in the day at Legends Field (now known as George Steinbrenner field) and he was warming up in one of the bullpens and he, my uncle and I had a nice talk about baseball and such. Anyway, fuck that mother fucker. Speaking of fucking, I want to fuck webb1704 and if anyone has a problem with that, they can suck my balls. I also want to marry creepingjennie, hopefully my wanting of sex with webb doesnt effect jennies thoughts towards me. Anyway Peace and Love to you all and have a great week. Drugs, not hugs.</p>						</td>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 06:39:00 -0500</pubDate>
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							<strong>Added:</strong> 2009-01-08 06:39:00<br />
							<p><strong><em>The only girl for me,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>The one they call creepingjennie,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>My love for her is like a stone,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>She's the one I'd like to bone,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>And after we were done,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>I'd wait to see her face in the morning sun,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>See her cherry lips glisten,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>About her day, I would listen,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Watch her ban people for spamming,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Then carry her to bed and start slamming,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Alas this will never be,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Why must God play this trick on me?</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Jennie if you can hear,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>I want to whisper in your ear,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>I love you.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Love,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Gizbo1328</em></strong></p>
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			<media:thumbnail url="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/thumbs/avatars/gizbo1328/gizbo1328-1231309299.jpg" width="75" height="75" />						<media:description type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only girl for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one they call creepingjennie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love for her is like a stone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's the one I'd like to bone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after we were done,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd wait to see her face in the morning sun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See her cherry lips glisten,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;About her day, I would listen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch her ban people for spamming,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then carry her to bed and start slamming,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alas this will never be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why must God play this trick on me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennie if you can hear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to whisper in your ear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gizbo1328&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</media:description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 02:32:36 -0500</pubDate>
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							<strong>Added:</strong> 2008-12-19 02:32:36<br />
							<p><strong><em>Creepingjennie, the one we all know</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>The one that I want to call my own,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Her rockin body and piercing eyes</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>So sweet, candy could cry.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>CJ, CJ, CJ</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Why must it be this way?</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>So far apart, yet so close </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>I see you daily, but it's just a ghost.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Why must God play this evil trick?</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Damn, he is such a prick.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong></strong></p>
<p><strong>Love,</strong></p>
<p><strong>Gizbo1328</strong></p>						</td>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one that I want to call my own,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her rockin body and piercing eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sweet, candy could cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CJ, CJ, CJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why must it be this way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far apart, yet so close &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see you daily, but it's just a ghost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why must God play this evil trick?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn, he is such a prick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gizbo1328&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</media:description>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 12:11:59 -0500</pubDate>
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							<strong>Added:</strong> 2008-12-04 12:11:59<br />
							<p> I wake up to my cell phone ringing and it's gabby telling me that we are going skydiving today. I'm a little nervous but agree to do it anyway. I go to pick her up and notice some car has been following me as soon as I left my driveway and they also got on the plane with us to go skydiving. I thought it was just a coincedence and decided to try and have a good time. Gabby is in front of me in the line to jump and I notice something seems weird about her parachute, but before I can say anything she jumps out of the plane. I follow her right away in fear something is going to go wrong. I was right. She tries to pull her parachute out but it wont work, neither will the emergency shoot. As i'm falling I can hear her screaming and make my body like a bullet and shoot down to grab her. I get next to her and clip her harness to mine and pull my chute. Mine opens and we float gently to the ground. As we hit the ground a bullet goes past my head and ricochetes off the ground, I dive on gabby to protect her and get shot in the shoulder. I look up and see two thugs floating down with 9 millimeters in their hands. me and gabby start running towards the parking lot by the skydiving building and jump into a Mustang that just happens to be sitting in the parkign lot with the keys in the ignition, weird I know. As I peel out of the parking lot I hear tires screeching and turn around to see a black BMW peel out behind us and start following us. Gabby is freaing out in the passenger seat because i'm bleeding but I tell her im going to be okay and that we need to focus on losing these bitch ass thugs. I know they want gabbys perfect vagina but I refuse to let them have it and will protect her with my life. We drive down the interstate weaving in and out of traffic like Lebron James. I start driving towards my house because I know I got some glocks up in there. I screech ino my driveway and me and gabby run into the house. I grab the glock I keep under the table and put it on my waist and then go to my drawer and grab my other glock and load it and tell gabby to go upstairs and wait for me up there. She runs upstairs and locks the door and hides in the closet. I'm downstairs and can hear them trying to figure a way to get in, one of them busts down the front door and I start shooting. He behind the couch and i pull my kitchen table down to use as a sheild. We go back and forth shooting and I decide to run at him. He comes up from behind the couch and I dive and tackle him down to the ground, I headbutt him and his gun goes flying out of his hand, I pull mine out but he punches it out of my hand and we start to wrestle. He slams my head against the wood floor but I have so much adrenaline I dont even feel it, I grab a vase thats within reach and smash him over the head with it, it does enough to where he falls off me and I run and pick up my gun and pop a cap in his dome. Then I realize thats only one of them, where is the other one? Its at that moment I hear a scream. I sprint upstairs and run into the room where I heard the scream to see the other thug holding gabby with his arm and pointing his gun at her head with the other. He tells me to drop my gun and to get on the ground. I tell him to calm down and that as long as he doesnt hurt gabby I will do what he wants. Little does he know, I have another gun on my hip. So I put my arm all the way out and drop my gun. Before the gun even hits the ground I pull out my other glock and shoot him in his forehead. He stands for a second and then falls down bleeding on my brand new fucking carpet that I just installed in that room and gabby is  hyperventilating. I go over to her and hug her and fall into the corner, then I hear police sirens. I close my eyes and lean my head back.</p>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 22:47:47 -0500</pubDate>
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							<strong>Added:</strong> 2008-11-28 22:47:47<br />
							<p>She's the only thing thats on my mind,</p>
<p>With her red lips and nice behind,</p>
<p>I try to think of other things</p>
<p>But she keeps bouncing back in like springs,</p>
<p>Why is she the only thing I think about?</p>
<p>Is it because she is more solid than grout?</p>
<p>I cannot figure it out.</p>
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<p>I am Gizbo1328 and I am in love.</p>						</td>
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&lt;p&gt;With her red lips and nice behind,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I try to think of other things&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But she keeps bouncing back in like springs,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why is she the only thing I think about?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Is it because she is more solid than grout?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I cannot figure it out.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I am Gizbo1328 and I am in love.&lt;/p&gt;</media:description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 07:04:11 -0500</pubDate>
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							<strong>Added:</strong> 2008-11-25 07:04:11<br />
							<p>It starts out that I wake up in the morning with my cell phone ringing. I pick it up to find out Gabby is in trouble and she needs my help. Somebody has kidnapped her and they want $2 million or else she gets it. So I grab my M16 and I run out the door and hop into my Lancer and speed off. Luckily I put a micro-chip in one of Gabby's lunches and it has a gps locator on it and&nbsp;I know exactly where she is. These kidnappers are going to get straight up killed. I drive to an abandoned warehouse where the gps is going off at. I sneak into the back and take out the gaurd thats watching the door to the control room. I open the door real slow and there is another thug sittin there watching some cameras, I go up behind him and snap his neck and shut down the cameras. A little after that I hear running and screaming and know, shit is about to go down. I run out the door and get behind a corner and turn and start firing. I take down 3 of the 5 and all I can think about is if Gabby is ok. I run into the main conference room and see Gabby sitting there tied up. I un-tie her and we sprint to my car. We get in and pull away, speeding behind us are 2 BMWs with some more thugs in them. I tell Gabby to take the wheel but she is to scared to. So I lean out the window, gunfire flying past my head, and start shooting at the BMWs behind me. I start steering the car with my foot and weaving in and out of traffic. I shoot on of the BMWs wheels and the thug spins out and flips over and causes a huge ball of wreckage, I think it's over so I stop the car and get out to look back at what i've done. As me and Gabby stare at the fire a man walks through the smoke, he pulls out a gun and takes a shot at Gabby, I dive in front and take the shot in the shoulder. My gun goes flying to the right and Gabby runs over behind my car with the gun laying down next to her, she goes to pick it up, but the bastard thug takes it and grabs her arm and pulls her over to me. He pulls out a pistol and points it at her head and is about to pull the trigger, but I wrap my leg around his and trip him. The gun goes off but into the air, I jump on his hand and start slamming it into the concrete, we wrestle for a bit but he eventually punches me right in my bullet wound and I can't handle the pain, I fall on the ground to look up and see his face staring at mine. He pulls up the pistol right into my eye and asks me if I have any last words. I say, "Yea look behind you." He turns around and boom, he gets shot right in the chest, falls to his knees and dies on the spot. As his body falls flat on the ground I see Gabby standing there, holding my M16 with the nozzle smoking. I look at her and here the ambulances in the distance, then&nbsp;I lean back and close my eyes.</p>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 03:02:44 -0500</pubDate>
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							<strong>Added:</strong> 2008-11-25 03:02:44<br />
							<p>The first time I saw her I knew she was the one,</p>
<p>Sweeter than candy and sexier than a nun,</p>
<p>I didn't know she was so much fun,</p>
<p>I never knew this was how my love would have begun,</p>
<p>Now that I see her on this site,</p>
<p>I know that everything will be alright,</p>
<p>There will be no arguement or a fight,</p>
<p>I will see her, my love, again tonight.</p>
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<p>Love,</p>
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&lt;p&gt;Sweeter than candy and sexier than a nun,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I didn't know she was so much fun,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I never knew this was how my love would have begun,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now that I see her on this site,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know that everything will be alright,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There will be no arguement or a fight,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I will see her, my love, again tonight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gizbo&lt;/p&gt;</media:description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 00:06:58 -0400</pubDate>
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							<strong>Added:</strong> 2008-09-26 00:06:58<br />
							<p>I know this is only my second blog in a short period of time and I normally don't write blogs at all but I wanted to know, I've been smokin marijuana for about 6 months now and I wanted to go to the next step. So I wanted to know, what would be the next step, meth? If anyone has done meth let me know cuz I always wanted to try it.</p>						</td>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 22:54:00 -0400</pubDate>
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							<p>All I could think about was fucking her really hard with her screaming into the pillow on the couch. I literally stared at her for about 10 minutes and didnt say a word to my buddy who was watching tv next to me. I also cant believe she did'nt look over at me and say something like, "Why are you staring at me," or "Why are you drooling." I want to know if im the only perveted fuck on this site.</p>						</td>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 15:27:42 -0400</pubDate>
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							<p>Today I was at Walmart and I saw a very attractive women aka a MILF so I kind of looked at her and nodded and she gave me quite the dirty look. Now after that I was thinking, if I was a 40 year old guy and some 16 year old girl found me attractive I would think I had done something right in life, or is it because im a 16 year old horn-dog? I dont know so I made this blog in hoping to get some answers. If you were older and a younger person found you attractive wouldnt you be happy? Legal, or not, I dont mean to fuck them just the fact that they think your good looking.</p>						</td>
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							<p><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">So today I was nice enough to go help this guy out move some furniture into a warehouse. I did not know this man but I was willing to help him out because he was gonna pay me 100 bucks for 3 hours of work. Anyway he wound up only giving me 50. Cheap bastard. So after I was done I was exhausted, I sat in my car for literally 15 minutes blasting the air conditioning. So as I'm driving home&nbsp;I notice that&nbsp;I took a wrong turn, no big deal,&nbsp;I thought&nbsp;I knew where&nbsp;I was so&nbsp;I kept on driving. But then, a half hour went past and&nbsp;I had no idea where the hell I was at. So I call my dad and ask him for help seeing as I was in a part of town I didn't know. About 2 minutes into my conversasion with my dad, I noticed a girl on the other side of the road starts merging into my lane. I also want to say&nbsp;I was in a Toyota Camry and the women was in a Chevy Trail Blazer, so I&nbsp;knew I was in trouble.&nbsp;In milli-seconds, the left side of her car was lined up with the left side of my car, I had to swerve into the grass, almost hitting a sign, and swerved back onto the road. I know this doesn't sound like much but my life literally and actually flashed before my eyes. I couldn't believe I had almost died, im&nbsp;only 16 years old i want to at least live another 10. So anyway it really got me thinking about the shit in my life and how i should have done more in life. It also made me think about how i have really treated some people like shit for no reason. So today, I am a new kid and im going to live life to the fullest. And make sure you always tell your loved ones that you love them before you leave your house, because you never know whats going to happen.</span></p>						</td>
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			<media:thumbnail url="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/thumbs/avatars/gizbo1328/gizbo1328-1217980978.jpg" width="75" height="75" />						<media:description type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;So today I was nice enough to go help this guy out move some furniture into a warehouse. I did not know this man but I was willing to help him out because he was gonna pay me 100 bucks for 3 hours of work. Anyway he wound up only giving me 50. Cheap bastard. So after I was done I was exhausted, I sat in my car for literally 15 minutes blasting the air conditioning. So as I'm driving home&amp;nbsp;I notice that&amp;nbsp;I took a wrong turn, no big deal,&amp;nbsp;I thought&amp;nbsp;I knew where&amp;nbsp;I was so&amp;nbsp;I kept on driving. But then, a half hour went past and&amp;nbsp;I had no idea where the hell I was at. So I call my dad and ask him for help seeing as I was in a part of town I didn't know. About 2 minutes into my conversasion with my dad, I noticed a girl on the other side of the road starts merging into my lane. I also want to say&amp;nbsp;I was in a Toyota Camry and the women was in a Chevy Trail Blazer, so I&amp;nbsp;knew I was in trouble.&amp;nbsp;In milli-seconds, the left side of her car was lined up with the left side of my car, I had to swerve into the grass, almost hitting a sign, and swerved back onto the road. I know this doesn't sound like much but my life literally and actually flashed before my eyes. I couldn't believe I had almost died, im&amp;nbsp;only 16 years old i want to at least live another 10. So anyway it really got me thinking about the shit in my life and how i should have done more in life. It also made me think about how i have really treated some people like shit for no reason. So today, I am a new kid and im going to live life to the fullest. And make sure you always tell your loved ones that you love them before you leave your house, because you never know whats going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</media:description>
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							<p>I thought it would be interesting if people shared their favorite song for some odd reason. Could be because im bored out of my mind but anyway, my favorite song of all time would probably have to be Good Riddance(Time of Your Life) by Greenday. The guitar and the way the song is,&nbsp;I never get sick of it. Also helps me if im depressed at all and though its short i think it has a pretty powerful message, but thats just me.</p>						</td>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 15:44:00 -0400</pubDate>
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							<p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: MS Sans Serif;"><strong>A</strong>t the time of the signing the US consisted of 13 colonies under the rule of England's King George III. Leading up to the signing, there had been growing unrest in the colonies surrounding the taxes that colonists were required to pay to England. The major objection was "Taxation without Representation" -- the colonists had no say in the decisions of English Parliament.<br />Rather than negotiating, King George sent extra troops to the colonies to help control any rebellion that might be arising. The following timeline will give you a crash course in the history that lead to the signing of the Declaration of Independence and America's break from British rule.<br /><br /><strong>1774 - </strong>The 13 colonies send delegates to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to form the First Continental Congress. While unrest was brewing, the colonies were far from ready to declare war.<br /><br /><strong>April 1775 - </strong>King George's troops advance on Concord, Massachusetts, prompting Paul Revere's midnight ride that sounded the alarm "The British are coming, the British are coming."&nbsp;<br />The subsequent battle of Concord, famous for being the "shot heard round the world," would mark the unofficial beginning of the American Revolution.&nbsp;<br /></span></span><strong><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">May 1776 - </span></strong><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">After nearly a year of trying to work our their differences with England, the colonies again send delegates to the Second Continental Congress.&nbsp;<br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">June 1776 -</span></strong><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;"> Admitting that their efforts were hopeless, a committee was formed to compose the formal Declaration of Independence. Headed by Thomas Jefferson, the committee also included John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Philip Livingston and Roger Sherman.&nbsp;<br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">June 28, 1776 - </span></strong><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">Jefferson presents the first draft of the declaration to congress.&nbsp;<br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">July 4, 1776 -</span></strong><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;"> After various changes to Jefferson's original draft, a vote was taken late in the afternoon of July 4th. Of the 13 colonies, 9 voted in favor of the Declaration; 2, Pennsylvania and South Carolina voted No; Delaware was undecided and New York abstained.<br />John Hancock, President of the Continental Congress, was the first to sign the Declaration of Independence. It is said that he signed his name "with a great flourish" so "King George can read that without spectacles!"&nbsp;<br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">July 6, 1776 - </span></strong><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">The Pennsylvania Evening Post is the first newspaper to print the Declaration of Independence.&nbsp;<br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">July 8, 1776 - </span></strong><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">The first public reading of the declaration takes place in Philadelphia's Independence Square. The bell in Independence Hall, then known as the "Province Bell" would later be renamed the "Liberty Bell" after its inscription - "Proclaim Liberty Throughout All the Land Unto All the Inhabitants Thereof."&nbsp;<br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">August 1776 - </span></strong><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">The task begun on July 4, the signing of the Declaration of Independence, was not actually completed until August. Nonetheless, the 4th of July has been accepted as the official anniversary of United States independence from Britain.&nbsp;<br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">July 4, 1777 - </span></strong><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;">The first Independence Day celebration takes place. It's interesting to speculate what those first 4th festivities were like. By the early 1800s the traditions of parades, picnics, and fireworks were firmly established as part of American Independence Day culture.&nbsp;</span></p>						</td>
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			<media:thumbnail url="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/thumbs/avatars/gizbo1328/gizbo1328-1214777256.jpg" width="75" height="75" />						<media:description type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;t the time of the signing the US consisted of 13 colonies under the rule of England's King George III. Leading up to the signing, there had been growing unrest in the colonies surrounding the taxes that colonists were required to pay to England. The major objection was &quot;Taxation without Representation&quot; -- the colonists had no say in the decisions of English Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than negotiating, King George sent extra troops to the colonies to help control any rebellion that might be arising. The following timeline will give you a crash course in the history that lead to the signing of the Declaration of Independence and America's break from British rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1774 - &lt;/strong&gt;The 13 colonies send delegates to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to form the First Continental Congress. While unrest was brewing, the colonies were far from ready to declare war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 1775 - &lt;/strong&gt;King George's troops advance on Concord, Massachusetts, prompting Paul Revere's midnight ride that sounded the alarm &quot;The British are coming, the British are coming.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The subsequent battle of Concord, famous for being the &quot;shot heard round the world,&quot; would mark the unofficial beginning of the American Revolution.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;May 1776 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;After nearly a year of trying to work our their differences with England, the colonies again send delegates to the Second Continental Congress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;June 1776 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt; Admitting that their efforts were hopeless, a committee was formed to compose the formal Declaration of Independence. Headed by Thomas Jefferson, the committee also included John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Philip Livingston and Roger Sherman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;June 28, 1776 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;Jefferson presents the first draft of the declaration to congress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;July 4, 1776 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt; After various changes to Jefferson's original draft, a vote was taken late in the afternoon of July 4th. Of the 13 colonies, 9 voted in favor of the Declaration; 2, Pennsylvania and South Carolina voted No; Delaware was undecided and New York abstained.&lt;br /&gt;John Hancock, President of the Continental Congress, was the first to sign the Declaration of Independence. It is said that he signed his name &quot;with a great flourish&quot; so &quot;King George can read that without spectacles!&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;July 6, 1776 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;The Pennsylvania Evening Post is the first newspaper to print the Declaration of Independence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;July 8, 1776 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;The first public reading of the declaration takes place in Philadelphia's Independence Square. The bell in Independence Hall, then known as the &quot;Province Bell&quot; would later be renamed the &quot;Liberty Bell&quot; after its inscription - &quot;Proclaim Liberty Throughout All the Land Unto All the Inhabitants Thereof.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;August 1776 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;The task begun on July 4, the signing of the Declaration of Independence, was not actually completed until August. Nonetheless, the 4th of July has been accepted as the official anniversary of United States independence from Britain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;July 4, 1777 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; font-family: MS Sans Serif;&quot;&gt;The first Independence Day celebration takes place. It's interesting to speculate what those first 4th festivities were like. By the early 1800s the traditions of parades, picnics, and fireworks were firmly established as part of American Independence Day culture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</media:description>
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							<p>What the fuck has happened to all the good cartoons? Im only 16, but when I was 8 the shows on t.v. were the shit. Now the shows on t.v. would only be good if I was on fucking acid. I can't believe kids now-a-days can watch a show likw the "Doodlebops", what in the fuck, 3 psychos dressed up like clowns playing music, what a fucking joke. What happened to the <span style="text-decoration: underline;">All Thats</span> and the <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Rocket Power</span> type show? Witch brings me to my next point. MTV. Last time I checked MTV stood for Music Television. They havn't had actual music on there since '00. It's pathetic, it really is, with all the Real World bullshit and stupid ass shows like "The Hills". Im sorry but I miss back in the day when I would turn on MTV and see hoes shaking their asses while DMX fucking tears it up. Anyway I don't know if im the only one who feels this way but by all means, comment your thoughts.</p>						</td>
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