<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887649695343469670</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:21:26.476-07:00</updated><category term='Random shit'/><title type='text'>You wish you hadnt read what goes on in my head</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887649695343469670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scientologyisforwinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01450226186322838037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887649695343469670.post-7672367884199048515</id><published>2007-05-30T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T18:50:07.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old peepz</title><content type='html'>Old people. Hate em or love em, doesn't matter because they're still old and going to die soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my dear friends blog (http://p-la.blogspot.com/ ... happy bitch?) and it gave me ideas about what to say about old farts. Don't you hate it when you hear yelling on the bus when your trying to chillax? The person yelling is almost always an old timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im old!Treat me with respect!"&lt;br /&gt;"Im old!Give me free money!"&lt;br /&gt;"Im old!Get the fuck out the way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old people just don't give a fuck anymore.. they basically want to die. They always cross the road at inopportune times and end up causing accidents , or just getting in the way. I hate em. Cept fo' my dad cuz hes cool ,yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old people hate young people. They hate us so much. Why? My theory is they envy us and they cant accept that the world is changing and evolving. They're trying to cling on to the past and we young people are just reminding them that everyday they're one step closer to their death bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old people also think they deserve shit because they're old. I mean,in a sense I will treat you with respect because your wise..or supposed to be. Jesus Christ you sack of shit how long have you been on earth(thats me treating them with respect)?Aren't you supposed to be full of knowledge by now? All you do is make life miserable for those around you by sucking ass. Share the knowledge! Do something! You don't have much time..do you want to die a nobody that noone will remember and end up a statistic? Do you? DO SOMETHING WORTHWHILE. At least die in a spectacular fashion. Maybe run up on stage during a popular game show and shoot yourself..the price is right is a good start. Wheel of fortune to, I know you watch that crap. You want to know how I know? Simple. You are old and thus by theory of relativity you watch crappy game shows. Thats it for today folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887649695343469670-7672367884199048515?l=thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/7672367884199048515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887649695343469670&amp;postID=7672367884199048515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887649695343469670/posts/default/7672367884199048515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887649695343469670/posts/default/7672367884199048515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com/2007/05/old-peepz.html' title='Old peepz'/><author><name>Scientologyisforwinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01450226186322838037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887649695343469670.post-3245592236974842441</id><published>2007-05-24T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:28:03.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, that's awkard...</title><content type='html'>Awkwardness, one of the worst possible feelings humans can feel. Why do I bring this up? because I want to you hoe. So fuck off. Back to my point, I hate talking on the phone. Its so weird. IF you have nothing to say then what? Its not like in real life where you can see some random ugly person and point at them to laugh, on the phone theres nothing. The worst is when you hear the other person breathing... like they're just waiting for you to say something. I feel like saying "Well I don't have anything to say, Bye bye" and thats that, but its rarely if ever that simple. One of my friends,P-la(Woot i mentioned you in my blog you're famouz now biatch), walked in on her friend fucking a guy...imagine that! Its like SHAZAM! What are you supposed to do? "Ugh...hi?Hmm..ya..im going to go make myself a drink and kill you both, be right back,thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love dissing people. It is so awesome. The split-second after the diss where the person just starts getting it is the best, and the laughter makes it all worth while. Once in a while you're blessed with an E-Z target. Hell they don't even get the joke until the next day. Like this one girl at school who I won't mention... who is as slow as rocks. I was dissing her for five minutes and she just didn't get it was about her, hell she was laughing along! How slow can you get? I have a bigger challenge dissing a mildly retarded third grader with a speech inpedement then I have dissing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im out,yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887649695343469670-3245592236974842441?l=thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/3245592236974842441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887649695343469670&amp;postID=3245592236974842441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887649695343469670/posts/default/3245592236974842441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887649695343469670/posts/default/3245592236974842441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-thats-awkard.html' title='Well, that&apos;s awkard...'/><author><name>Scientologyisforwinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01450226186322838037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887649695343469670.post-8423727492291218487</id><published>2007-04-25T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:12:12.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random shit'/><title type='text'>Conversations,all around weird things</title><content type='html'>Everyday of the week when you interact with other humanoids you will at one point or another ask how the other person's day went. This is bullshit. You don't give a shit about how the other person's day went, all your doing is bullshitting to make conversation. Why must we feel the need to talk about useless crap to feel comfortable with one another? This perplexes me, as I also feel the need to, it is human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I will tell you something very important about me. I am a selfish person. Life is about my personal gratification and when you ask me for a favor you take away from my personal happiness resource and add it to your's. This does not sit well with me. The only way I will do a favor for someone is if they bitch about said favor,they are a nice person which I like,I owe THEM a favor or the favor adds to my happiness as well as their's. This is called a win-win situation. The weird thing is I am not ,in general, an asshole. I understand people very well,their emotions,actions and why they do certain things,it's just sometimes I don't care and I want to be left alone in my quiet little corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talka bout myspace : Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel the need to put sprinkles on every square inch of your pink myspace? Must you absolutely take pictures at a 90 degree angle? Everyone knows that when you do that you appear a lot less ugly. While you may be hot in the picture, everyone will assume the worst (anyone worth a damn anyways). If your ass can only fit on an industrial sized toilet seat your picture does not belong on the internet, it belongs somewhere along the lowest level of hell along with fat people (just kidding,I love fat people.They are just so squishy,tee-hii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the Harujuku girls? Don't they have anything better to do then be the personal slaves of some rich bitch who doesn't know what to do with her money. Wasn't slavery abolished a couple decades ago? Why must you push back evolution another step. You are just degrading yourselves...nobody takes you girls seriously. Is it really worth all that money to be someones bitch? Have you no self respect? Do you have to wipe her ass? Cook her food? Do her laundry? I know you girls are super kawaii and shit but fuck off please. I bet you have your own cages to, you make me sick degrading yourselves like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout you fitty?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,where the fuck are you?Did you crawl back to the ghetto? Now we can all see it was about the money and never the "music"...wait, what you wrote wasn't really music, it was a plague. You singe handedly ruined a generation. You are worse then AIDS, cancer and the black plague put together. Thanks to you we now have kids that think they are gangstas when they dont live in the ghetto , or have ever been in a fight. You sell drugs? So what.Practically 25-33 %(estimation) of all people have sold drugs at some point or another, why does it suddenly make you a gangster.By the way,gangsters dont dress in baggy pants and fucking t-shirts 10 x too big for them , what happened to the classic gangster look? A nice suit with a cool hat, that look kicked ass and when you wore it people knew you weren't some punk ass bitch. You sell drugs tough guy, you can afford a suit or two.I seem to have rambled on about fake gangsters when my intent was to talk about my pal fitty...so anyways. Fuck you fitty, and your hoes. Why the fuck did the guys who shot you not aim?ARE THEY RETARDS?! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THEY SHOT NINE GOD DAMNED TIMES AND THEY COULDNT KILL YOU!WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?DO I HAVE TO THROW HOLY WATER ON YOU OR SOMETHING?DID YOU MAKE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL?GOD DAMN THOSE GUYS WERE SENT FROM HEAVEN TO EXTERMINATE THE EVIL THAT IS FITTY CENT AND THEY FAILED. Fuck them, I hope someone finishes the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887649695343469670-8423727492291218487?l=thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/8423727492291218487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887649695343469670&amp;postID=8423727492291218487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887649695343469670/posts/default/8423727492291218487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887649695343469670/posts/default/8423727492291218487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com/2007/04/conversationsall-around-weird-things.html' title='Conversations,all around weird things'/><author><name>Scientologyisforwinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01450226186322838037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887649695343469670.post-3941470753049127393</id><published>2007-04-23T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:50:33.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post,the worst one.</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is the first blog entry I have ever written, and thus I assume it to be the worst.What will I talk about you may be wondering?Why, I have quite a few subjects at my disposal.I'll try writing something somebody would give a flying rats ass about : Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First type of woman :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)The bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,that's right.Getting the easy one out of the way. The one who can't seem to shut the fuck up about meaningless bullshit. She talks so much about useless shit you wonder how she manages to breathe. Jesus Christ! Is that woman breathing through her asshole? What she talks about may as well come from her asshole, its all McShit. We all know some , you can spot them by looking for that green smoke around her. Thats the pollution coming from her utterly worthless words. Fuck you bitch, fuck you and your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)The ugly girl that thinks shes hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait, wait!Are you wearing a tube top?Is that a mini skirt so short i can see half your pussy?Are you 100 pounds overweight?O my god, the horror. Im really happy that you have enough self-esteem to deem yourself worthy of your attire, I really am, but wear it in the privacy of your own home. Id rather chop off my balls and digest them before sticking my dick in that pussy. When your carrying more tires then a Nascar pit stop, it's time to put down the fries, fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)The slut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless them, every one of those sluts. They make our lives a little better all at the price of their own souls. Some advice for you guys out there : Don't try to turn a ho into a housewife , you'll only pay for it with your dignity, sanity and wallet. They just can't seem to call that revolving man door they call a vagina. Keep up the good work girls, but don't expect any respect for sleeping with men within 2 hours of meeting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today, I'm tired. I might add more after, but for now this shall suffice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887649695343469670-3941470753049127393?l=thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/3941470753049127393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7887649695343469670&amp;postID=3941470753049127393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887649695343469670/posts/default/3941470753049127393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7887649695343469670/posts/default/3941470753049127393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrongsideoftheweb.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-postthe-worst-one.html' title='First post,the worst one.'/><author><name>Scientologyisforwinners</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01450226186322838037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
