<?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-3982916</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:37:55.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Rantings of a Malcontent</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything and anything that annoys me.  That's what makes me a malcontent.  Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-87667147</id><published>2003-01-18T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T21:08:33.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dickie's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think they should bring them back.  Personally, there's nothing like wearing a dickie with some red leather chaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-87667147?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/87667147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/87667147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87667147' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-87667075</id><published>2003-01-18T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T21:06:06.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Barf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jsut watched my 50 year old aunt and her 55 year old boyfriend feed each other chocolate strawberries.  Excuse me while I go hurl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-87667075?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/87667075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/87667075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87667075' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-87666998</id><published>2003-01-18T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T21:04:20.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogs, hogs, hogs, hogs, hogs, hogs, hogs, hogs, hogs, hogs, hogs, hogs, hogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-87666998?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/87666998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/87666998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87666998' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-87137534</id><published>2003-01-08T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T16:17:17.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Patsy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this girl at work that apparently doesn't like me.  Hmmmm....now what do I make of that one?  Hmmm....absolutely nothing.  Hmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-87137534?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/87137534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/87137534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87137534' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-87137488</id><published>2003-01-08T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T16:16:07.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Chris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this I want you to know that you are the best and I can't wait to see your bum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-87137488?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/87137488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/87137488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87137488' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-87137449</id><published>2003-01-08T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T16:15:12.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Yes, it's been awhile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask has it been so long since I have updated my blog?  Well, mainly it's because I have had no reason to be malcontent lately.  Why you ask again?  Well, it's because of one Petunia, aka Chris.  Go ahead and barf everyone out there!  I hope I gross you out, he's fabulous, wonderful and funny and he talks about poo and nasty stuff with me!  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-87137449?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/87137449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/87137449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87137449' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86498673</id><published>2002-12-24T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T17:33:57.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Injury&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the malcontents sister. She won't admit that today she suffered a massive groin injury, groin injury, g-g-g-g groin injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86498673?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86498673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86498673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86498673' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86498650</id><published>2002-12-24T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T17:32:42.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My father is from another planet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Uranus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86498650?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86498650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86498650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86498650' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86498631</id><published>2002-12-24T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T17:31:46.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sometimes my head itches&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it has to do with me not washing it often enough.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86498631?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86498631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86498631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86498631' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86498589</id><published>2002-12-24T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T17:31:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fatty McButter Pants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's cat is the size of a watermelon, with this wee little cue ball head.  His name is Spanky, but I like to call him Fatty McButter Pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86498589?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86498589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86498589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86498589' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86482267</id><published>2002-12-24T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T08:06:45.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm still pissed off a Killjoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep picturing him imploding into little bits of floating crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86482267?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86482267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86482267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86482267' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86482210</id><published>2002-12-24T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T08:05:06.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Clowns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a clown, I'm a sad clown!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86482210?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86482210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86482210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86482210' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86481754</id><published>2002-12-24T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T07:51:46.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What A Dick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Killjoy has struck again.  We have been trying to play some Xmas music, as this is the eve before Xmas, and ass hole keeps complaining about the volume of the music.  I'll give him some music, I'll shove the tape deck right up his fucking unmerry ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86481754?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86481754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86481754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86481754' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86481688</id><published>2002-12-24T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T07:49:32.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mr Deeds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever see that movie, you have my permission to give me a frontal lobotomy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86481688?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86481688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86481688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86481688' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86481652</id><published>2002-12-24T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T07:48:44.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am fatigued&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tempted to pull a George Castanza and take a nap under my desk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86481652?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86481652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86481652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86481652' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86481618</id><published>2002-12-24T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T07:47:34.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Capes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted a cape so that I may swirl it about me in great big, expansive gestures, with it billowing out and around me as I move with silken catlike grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86481618?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86481618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86481618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86481618' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86481547</id><published>2002-12-24T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T07:44:49.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Annoying Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this guy I work with who is probably the BIGGEST KILLJOY on the face of the planet.  Not only does he insist on ruining everyone's good time but he spies on us as well and reports back to the manager.  I hope he gets a scorching case of fungus on his crotch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86481547?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86481547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86481547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86481547' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86004437</id><published>2002-12-14T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T13:52:44.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;List of things I hate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Most people&lt;br /&gt;2.  Dumb people&lt;br /&gt;3.  Ignorant people&lt;br /&gt;4.  People that don't know how to merge into traffic&lt;br /&gt;5.  People that walk too slow in the mall&lt;br /&gt;6.  People that have no sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;7.  Jennifer Love Hewitt and any boy band&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86004437?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86004437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86004437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#86004437' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86004368</id><published>2002-12-14T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T13:50:17.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Anna Nicole Smith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86004368?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86004368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86004368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#86004368' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86004346</id><published>2002-12-14T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T13:49:38.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dirty Clothes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sniff the pits and it's okay, is it still good to wear?  What about socks?  Sometimes they're still sweaty and when I put them on I get a really itchy rash.  Perhaps if I wasn't so lazy and I actually did my laundry more than once a month a wouldn't have such a problem.  Luckly, I have at least 50 pair of underwear to my name, so no need to worry on that part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86004346?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86004346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86004346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#86004346' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-86004286</id><published>2002-12-14T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T13:48:00.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;500 Channels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not a thing to watch.  You think with over that many channels I would be able to find something entertaining on.  Instead, I ended up switching to a channel that discussed wax statues.  Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-86004286?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86004286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/86004286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#86004286' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85515425</id><published>2002-12-04T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T18:40:05.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;More Poetry By A Malcontent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ode to Dawson's Forehead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a giant cranium&lt;br /&gt;I saw it weekly ad nauseum&lt;br /&gt;It made me sick&lt;br /&gt;Cause the dialogue was unrealistic&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to give myself a barium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85515425?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85515425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85515425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85515425' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85515190</id><published>2002-12-04T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T18:34:37.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Man, A Suit, An Afro and A Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Believe it or not, &lt;br /&gt;I'm walking on air, &lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could feel so free, &lt;br /&gt;Flying away on a wing and a prayer, &lt;br /&gt;Who could it be? &lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, it's just me..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85515190?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85515190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85515190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85515190' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85515113</id><published>2002-12-04T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T18:33:05.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl is the most worn out looking, abused and rank looking twenty year old I have ever seen.  She makes Heidi Fleiss look wholesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85515113?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85515113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85515113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85515113' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85515059</id><published>2002-12-04T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T18:31:50.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Facts of Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have, The Facts of Life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85515059?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85515059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85515059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85515059' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85515009</id><published>2002-12-04T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T18:30:37.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Flapping Buttcheeks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I call people that won't shut the hell up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85515009?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85515009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85515009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85515009' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85514953</id><published>2002-12-04T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T18:29:22.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Barnacles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was one, so in the meantime I do a pretty darn good imitation of one.  Just ask, I'll show you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85514953?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85514953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85514953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85514953' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85514916</id><published>2002-12-04T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T18:28:41.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Cigarettes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta love em.  I'm an angry person so it is natural that I need a nasty crutch.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85514916?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85514916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85514916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85514916' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85514870</id><published>2002-12-04T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T18:30:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;There Are Some Days When I Really Hate the World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you know what I'm talking about.  Those days where you wish that everyone would just spontaneously explode and leave you alone?  And of course those are the days when everyone seems to feel your emanating hatred and they talk to you twice as much as other days?  I guess there is a lot to be said about the deep and inner meaning of the Calgon commercials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85514870?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85514870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85514870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85514870' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85382485</id><published>2002-12-02T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T08:36:55.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I Hate Mimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They not only are useless but they are about as exciting to watch as taking a dump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85382485?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85382485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85382485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85382485' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85382373</id><published>2002-12-02T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T08:34:25.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Drivers Down South&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just recently moved to the Southeast.  In my short time here I have noticed that all drivers down here SUCK BIG BALLS.  They are the most annoying creatures ever to grace the earth.  I hate them with an intense passion.  Why you ask?  Because not one of them can drive in the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85382373?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85382373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85382373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85382373' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85240238</id><published>2002-11-28T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T21:06:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;More Celebrity Ravings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Leonardo Dicaprio has a HUGE cranium&lt;br /&gt;2.  James Van Der Beek, or however you spell his fucked up last name, has the biggest forehead I have ever seen on a human.  That baby must be at least 4 to 5 inches in&lt;br /&gt;     length.  For the love of GOD grow some bangs!  I even call that horrendus crap he stars in and calls a show "Dawson's Forehead"&lt;br /&gt;3.  Miss Cleo sure had a kickin' accent&lt;br /&gt;4.  Powder is one scary movie&lt;br /&gt;5.  Moulin Rouge makes me want to yack (and I've never even seen it, never will)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Molly Ringwald should make a comeback in a sequel to Fresh Horses.  It can be called Old Nags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85240238?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85240238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85240238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85240238' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85240061</id><published>2002-11-28T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T21:01:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Shocking News!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just informed by my brother, who is watching me type my blog, that I am insane.  I am not insane, merely an unrecognized genius.  Well...I have to be pretty darn smart if I graduated from law school.  Hmm...or maybe not.  Anyway, I'm a genius dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85240061?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85240061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85240061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85240061' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85239997</id><published>2002-11-28T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:58:54.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be good looking but I don't care (cause I'm a girl and I don't go that way), she is just way too freaking annoying.  Drop the Love from your name you freak.  Stop the press!  I was just informed that for awhile she wanted to be called just "Love".  Need I say more?  I hope she drops off the face of the planet and my tv set and I never have to see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85239997?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85239997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85239997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85239997' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85239874</id><published>2002-11-28T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:55:36.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Poetry by a Malcontent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a zit on my rectus&lt;br /&gt;That I squeezed and and made a mess with&lt;br /&gt;I then took a dump and wiped my rump&lt;br /&gt;And had a pus and fecal sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85239874?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85239874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85239874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85239874' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85239580</id><published>2002-11-28T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:47:00.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pure Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Andy Dick.  That man makes me laugh until I do mess my pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85239580?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85239580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85239580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85239580' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85239556</id><published>2002-11-28T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:51:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Jay Leno Sucks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day he makes me laugh, and I mean an actual honest to goodness belly laugh, is the day I mess my own pants.  He's just not funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85239556?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85239556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85239556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85239556' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85239532</id><published>2002-11-28T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:50:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Teeth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it, I have a sick fascination with other people's teeth.  Why you ask?  Well, nothing grosses me out more than a nasty set of mandibles.  I mean really, if you were graced with a nasty and foul set of crooked teeth the LEAST you could do is put aside a dollar every week to get those babies fixed.  Missing teeth, overbites, crooked teeth, it's no excuse!  I have even seen payment plans where you only have to pay ten dollars a week for braces, so money should not be an issue.  And if you still try to claim poverty....TOUGH!  Save up that money and get your freaking teeth fixed!  It's just plain gross and unattractive and it makes you look like an inbred science experiment gone haywire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85239532?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85239532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85239532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85239532' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85239254</id><published>2002-11-28T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:37:13.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;More On Celebs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Simmons gives me nightmares.  That man cries more water in one day than I piss urine in a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85239254?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85239254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85239254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85239254' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85238593</id><published>2002-11-28T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:36:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Experiments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of my youth, or shall we say in the folly of my youth (although I'm still in my youth), I have tried various things.  I lived in Europe for awhile and while there, I believed myself to have the perfect platform from which to express myself.  So....I grew out my armpit hair.  There are many reasons why I chose to do that:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I wanted to see how hairy and thick a patch I could grow&lt;br /&gt;2.  I wondered how offensive my odour could become&lt;br /&gt;3.  I couldn't bend over in my freaking little European crap shower&lt;br /&gt;4.  And lastly, I just couldn't afford to buy the razors and shaving cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my experiment began.  A nice, thick soft patch appeared under each arm.  And I started to smell more potent.  In the end, my Mom came to visit and just couldn't stand the smell of me and made me take a shower and shave at the hotel she was staying at.  However, while the hair was there it was oddly arousing and vile at the same time.  I suggest you too should try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85238593?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85238593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85238593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85238593' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85238397</id><published>2002-11-28T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:13:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The One Celebrity Who Doesn't Fit the Bill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he's just so darn hot.  Joaquin Phoenix.  Tasty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85238397?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85238397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85238397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85238397' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85238366</id><published>2002-11-28T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:49:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Back to Celebrities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that they just keep giving themselves awards?  And why do they act like they have accomplished this great feat when they do win one?  Wow, it must be so hard to pretend to be someone else for a moment.  What talent, really.  Why don't you go cure cancer or something before you put your great big fat face on my tv screen and act like you've really done something.  And the crying!  Go blow yourself.  Why don't you go get a real job and then you'll have something to cry about.  Like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85238366?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85238366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85238366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85238366' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85238238</id><published>2002-11-28T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:08:07.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great name for the penile appendage.  May I suggest we all use it in the future when making reference to the male love pump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85238238?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85238238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85238238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85238238' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85238188</id><published>2002-11-28T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:06:43.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Celebrities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that my blog will contain various and sundry facts and insults about our celebrity world.  Hmmm....now, who shall I begin with?  It is so hard to choose just one to focus on.  Normally, I start making fun of one celebrity and then I quickly tailspin out of control as one after another celeb pops into my head and I have to CRUSH THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance....Michael Douglas.  I was just talking the other night about the decrepit old man.  Granted, he has had enough plastic surgery to give him the facial skin of a 3 year old's ass however, he is married to probably one of the best looking women in the world.  WHAT IS SHE THINKING!  He's an old fart and she's gorgeous!  I mean, really, if he has had to fix is face so many times I don't even want to begin to contemplate what his balls must look like!  EEGAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85238188?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85238188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85238188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85238188' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85237975</id><published>2002-11-28T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:01:10.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;One Good Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song rocks.  Below are the deep and meaningful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooms, brooms, brooms, brooms&lt;br /&gt;What are they for?&lt;br /&gt;What are they for?&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping, sweeping, sweeping, sweeping&lt;br /&gt;The floors!&lt;br /&gt;The floors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can even jazz it up by doing your own hand movements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85237975?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85237975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85237975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85237975' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85237902</id><published>2002-11-28T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T19:59:00.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What A Malcontent Does:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Smoke (cigs)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Swear&lt;br /&gt;3.  Swear some more&lt;br /&gt;4.  Make fun and/or complain about everything&lt;br /&gt;5.  Smoke some more (cigs)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Wear lots of dark brooding colors&lt;br /&gt;7.  Read broody books&lt;br /&gt;8.  Smoke some more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85237902?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85237902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85237902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85237902' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85237089</id><published>2002-11-28T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T19:34:24.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Woman Poop Too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the deal...I lived with this guy for three years and in those three years he never let me discuss my bowels.  That meant if I had to take a big giant dump because I was sick, I had to pretend that nothing was wrong.  What's with that?  I have a butthole and stuff at times is gonna come out of it and at times it's going to be quite nasty, even smell!  To all the men out there that like to think of their women as soft and sweet smelling....GET OVER IT!  Women have the same messy shits as you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85237089?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85237089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85237089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85237089' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85237016</id><published>2002-11-28T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T19:32:10.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;People who need people are the luckiest people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85237016?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85237016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85237016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85237016' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982916.post-85236912</id><published>2002-11-28T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T19:29:34.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Golden Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that Bea Arthur looks like a man?  I have actually had nightmares where I have turned into her as an old lady.  And why does she always wear the ugliest man clothes on the show?  She's either hiding a really heinous body, or she's a MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982916-85236912?l=ruderantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85236912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982916/posts/default/85236912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruderantings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85236912' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812643206942973624</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></entry></feed>
