<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860</id><updated>2009-10-12T20:49:05.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're going to a birthday party</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-2114993219017175166</id><published>2008-12-12T10:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:59:22.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokio Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>One thing I've always wondered is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the flying fuck can you like Tokio Hotel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Cucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've always wondered is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell can people like House, M.D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed, Piahoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-2114993219017175166?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/2114993219017175166/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=2114993219017175166' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/2114993219017175166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/2114993219017175166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-4448920218260497427</id><published>2008-12-01T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:14:30.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>- catchy title -</title><content type='html'>I've heard that in order to believe in yourself you have to do what you have promised yourself. Let's say that you really, really want to do something and you constantly tell yourself that you &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; do it. Then you don't. You probably won't do it ever, since you already know that it'll never happen. I hope this makes any sense at all. I guess what I'm trying to say to myself is that I should &lt;em&gt;really, really&lt;/em&gt; study for my test tomorrow since I've promised myself &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;to fail. Or let's take another example. Let's say that I wanted to loose 10 pounds but I never exercised ever. After a while I'll star to think that I &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; loose weight when really I don't give a rat's about start working my fat ass. People must start taking their minds seriously in order to accomplish what they really want to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Cucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-4448920218260497427?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/4448920218260497427/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=4448920218260497427' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/4448920218260497427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/4448920218260497427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/12/catchy-title.html' title='- catchy title -'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-4324794314769497028</id><published>2008-11-20T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:36:44.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nazis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assasination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obamination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the day hope died'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>an obamination?</title><content type='html'>How much money are you willing to bet that soon-to-be president Barack Obama will be assassinated? I'm willing to bet an allowance! Look at the amount of idiot's in America. Just a couple weeks ago a couple neo-Nazis tried to kill Obama, they'd even got sniper rifles, but, luckily, they were stopped. If you check on Youtube, you can see a lot of videos where McCain supporters literally think Obama is a terrorist, a muslim and un-patriotic and some of them even hope he'll be killed. And that's just a mere couple thousands of supporters. Now think about all the racists in the country, how can they possibly accept a black &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;president&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm not hoping that Obama will die, I'm an Obama supporter, but we have to think realistically about the future. He needs to be under protection 24/7 and we can't afford not to take the threats seriously, otherwise, America will be in chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Piahoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-4324794314769497028?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/4324794314769497028/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=4324794314769497028' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/4324794314769497028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/4324794314769497028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/11/obamination.html' title='an obamination?'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-1609717867243602259</id><published>2008-11-20T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:14:32.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='killing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hitler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pornography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>hitler was a porn star</title><content type='html'>Pornography. Naughty, huh? It's very forbidden to watch pornography, it's wrong! It's disgusting! If your mum sees you, oh my god, that is the most awful thing that could ever happen! Like sex is a big deal. Everybody does it. I think ethics are destroying the world. Why is everything sexual so hush hush? I mean, if you'd go out on the streets and scream SEX! SEX! a lot of people would of course think you're crazy. I would too, I admit it. Of course, people on Big Brother or Sex Inspectors are obviously not very modest. The thing is - sex &lt;strong&gt;sells&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a fact. It's funny how it can be so concealed, yet so popular!&lt;br /&gt;     Personally, I think making love is more beautiful than making war, and it should be pornographic and wrong to watch pictures of people trying to kill one another! Because how often do parents get ashamed when their kid watches a documentry from the second world war? Not very often. How many times in school are we taught not to start wars, or exterminate the jews? Compare it to the amount of times you've heard "&lt;em&gt;and remember to protect yourselves when you sleep with another person&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;if you don't want a baby, tell him to use some rubber, darling". &lt;/em&gt;Not once have I heard "&lt;em&gt;if a terrorist would pop up, here's what you need to do:&lt;/em&gt;".  That, I really want to know about.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;That's what I think anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Cucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-1609717867243602259?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/1609717867243602259/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=1609717867243602259' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/1609717867243602259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/1609717867243602259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/11/hitler-was-porn-star.html' title='hitler was a porn star'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-2417171882660825161</id><published>2008-11-18T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:42:52.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sovjet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sovjet union'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vladimir Putin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vladimir'/><title type='text'>to miss or not to miss, that is the question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whoever does not miss the Soviet Union has no heart. Whoever wants it back has no brain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Vladimir Putin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So if you miss Sovjet you're... dead? Still, this quote made laugh and showed just how much of a genius Putin really is.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, yeah, I got it from Call of Duty 4 (you know, the video game). You see, when you die the screen goes black except for a small part on the middle of the screen; a war quote. This was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Piahoo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bloggen.fi/dagenspropaganda/vladimir2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 559px;" src="http://www.bloggen.fi/dagenspropaganda/vladimir2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Putin, looking sexy as hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-2417171882660825161?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/2417171882660825161/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=2417171882660825161' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/2417171882660825161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/2417171882660825161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-miss-or-not-to-miss-that-is-question.html' title='to miss or not to miss, that is the question'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-2276460721264796786</id><published>2008-11-12T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:30:31.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spongebob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='publicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay marriage'/><title type='text'>the spongebob gaypants conspiracy</title><content type='html'>I wanna be a sponge!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wear square pants!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live under water!&lt;br /&gt;In a pineapple!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a pink best friend!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna marry my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;Wait... does Nickelodeon support the idea of gay marriage?&lt;br /&gt;In an episode of Spongebob Squarepants, he gets married with Patrick, his star fish pal. Is this a subliminal message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, why don't I write about how I feel when it comes to gay marriage. Well, I don't give a rat's ass about it. If two people want to get married why would anyone care about it? It's nobody else's business. So what if their genders aren't opposites?&lt;br /&gt;I also don't understand how people have the energy to spend so much time fighting against it. If you're frightened by gay people, here's an idea - don't attend to the fucking wedding! Nobody's forcing you. And, dear queer-hater, do you really think that you, with your comments and abuse would be able to exterminate all the gayness on the planet? Get a grip. You're not that special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all the celebs which act gay or bisexual to increase their publicity; go fuck yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Cucks&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.utopiatheory.com/comics/2008-10-17-Sponge%20Job.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.utopiatheory.com/comics/2008-10-17-Sponge%20Job.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-2276460721264796786?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/2276460721264796786/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=2276460721264796786' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/2276460721264796786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/2276460721264796786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wanna-be-sponge-i-wanna-wear-square.html' title='the spongebob gaypants conspiracy'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-6726512619312408631</id><published>2008-11-17T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:37:45.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constitution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george w bush'/><title type='text'>let's obey the idiot</title><content type='html'>Enough of the serious and gloomy posts, let's be optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;Why Bush should still be president;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Cucks'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for Cucks, she's an idiot. Bush can't be president for three terms you fucktard! I'm sorry, but we have to obey the constitution (the idiot, I s'pose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Piahoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-6726512619312408631?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/6726512619312408631/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=6726512619312408631' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/6726512619312408631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/6726512619312408631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/11/enough-of-serious-and-gloomy-posts-lets.html' title='let&apos;s obey the idiot'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-4175879973045737899</id><published>2008-11-13T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:47:45.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip-hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downfall'/><title type='text'>the downfall of the radio stations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Piahoo here. I’m going to write about the radio, why it sucks and why it shouldn’t suck so badly.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Okay, so the stereotypical way of starting this would be like: “Back in the days, the stations actually cared what they played, they cared because people listened to the lyrics! Today, poetry within music is dead!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Well, I’m not going to do it that way. Sure, people probably did care more about the lyrics 20, hell 10 years ago. During that period I’ve noticed a decline in intelligence among kids (a big portion of the people listening to the radios are kids, mind you). Sure, the smartest kids now are smarter than the smartest kids were then, but the average kid is dumber, this is what I think. Hey wait a second! Less listening to lyrics, less poetry – dumber kids? Coincidence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I think not! There’s definitely something going on here! Something which the record companies and the radio stations have caught up on… the brainless teenager! The lack of intelligence of the listeners leads to dumber music (that’s why people think Lil’ Wayne is the greatest rapper of all time, that Katy Perry is a “musical genius” and that T-Pain has a beautiful voice). This is especially important within hip-hop. I used to listen to hip-hop (and I still listen to hip-hop made before 98) and I’ve grown increasingly annoyed by the lack of lyrical quality over the years. Only Built 4 Cuban Linx and Enter the Wu-Tang are two of the greatest albums lyrically, why can’t more hip-hop albums come close to lyrical brilliance? The answer is: the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Most people hear the new music either from TV or radio (although more and more hear it through their computers and the internet, more specifically, Youtube). If all they hear is party and club songs of course they’ll keep listening to that brain killing music! I know 8-year old girls that listen to the Soulja Boy song that was popular some time ago. They’d sing it without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;knowing what it was trying to say: that Soulja Boy blows a load into a girl’s face. I mean WHAT THE FUCK? And no parental action? The fuck is that? That’s fucking ridonkolous (always wanted to use that word)!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Piahoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YyklV0-I6ZU/SR6XyD3TKCI/AAAAAAAAABI/2n7XjONEuHQ/s1600-h/not+that+i"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268815500356560930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YyklV0-I6ZU/SR6XyD3TKCI/AAAAAAAAABI/2n7XjONEuHQ/s320/not+that+i%27m+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YyklV0-I6ZU/SR6XZtcdfXI/AAAAAAAAABA/fFi-PHY1zJo/s1600-h/not+that+i"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-4175879973045737899?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/4175879973045737899/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=4175879973045737899' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/4175879973045737899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/4175879973045737899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/11/downfall-of-radio-stations.html' title='the downfall of the radio stations'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YyklV0-I6ZU/SR6XyD3TKCI/AAAAAAAAABI/2n7XjONEuHQ/s72-c/not+that+i%27m+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-3220240785254040358</id><published>2008-11-15T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:44:42.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>white supremacy? I think not!</title><content type='html'>This scene took place on a Brittish&lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_British" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x center bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); TEXT-DECORATION: none; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" target="_top" name="AdBriteInlineAd_British"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Airways flight between Johannesburg, South Africa &amp;amp; London. A white woman,&lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_woman" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x center bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); TEXT-DECORATION: none; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" target="_top" name="AdBriteInlineAd_woman"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man. Very disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. “You obviously do not see it then?” she asked. “You placed me next to a black man. I did not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat.” “Be calm please,” the hostess replied. “Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available”. The hostess went away &amp;amp; then came back a few minutes later. “Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in Economy Class. I spoke to the captain &amp;amp; he informed &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_informed" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x center bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); TEXT-DECORATION: none; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" target="_top" name="AdBriteInlineAd_informed"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me that there is also no seat in Business Class. All the same, we still have one place in First &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_first" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x center bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); TEXT-DECORATION: none; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" target="_top" name="AdBriteInlineAd_first"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Class.” Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued. “It is unusual for our company to permit someone from Economy Class to sit in First Class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting.” She turned to the black guy &amp;amp; said, “Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in First Class.” At that moment, the other passengers, who’d been shocked by what they had just witnessed, stood up &amp;amp; applauded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... Serves you right you old hag. You are the one who's really disgusting you mean old... thing! This is why I hate most old people. They're racist, they think they're better than everyone who's younger and that they have more rights than others. Well, you're wrong. You're not better than me, hell, you're not even better than a cockroach if you act this way. Who are you to say such a thing to anyone? Shut your pie-hole and die, that's what you should do. The man has a different skin color, big deal. That doesn't make him less of a human, that doesn't make him lesser than you. And if you beg to differ, keep it to your goddamn self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Piahoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dirtytoiletsink.com/2008/06/do-not-sit-next-to-so-disgusting/"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/www.dirtytoiletsink.com/2008/06/do-not-sit-next-to-so-disgusting/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-3220240785254040358?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/3220240785254040358/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=3220240785254040358' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/3220240785254040358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/3220240785254040358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/11/white-supremacy-i-think-not.html' title='white supremacy? I think not!'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-5811730795244146083</id><published>2008-11-11T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:50:24.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living things'/><title type='text'>the divine circle of cows</title><content type='html'>Vegetarians. Let's say that they're going through a phase in life, trying to find something to make them special. But what makes me mad is when they say "animals are living things and that's why we shouldn't kill them". -Here's where my theory enters the world - Alright, we shouldn't eat cows because they are living things which; feed and breathe. But here is the thing: what do cows eat? - grass. And not only grass, all sorts of different plants. And plants, as I have come to understand, are living things! They feed and breathe, baby. So by killing the murderous cow, won't we just give it a taste of its own medicine? By now the vegetarians will say something meaning "plants are useless". Hell no they aren't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we ask God about eating habbits? In the Bible God says: "Every moving animal that is alive may serve as food for you. As in the case of green vegetation, I do give it all to you.” (Genesis 9:3). So if you're a Christian vegetarian, listen to God, dug in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not all vegetarians skip the meat because of the fact that the animals are alive. Most of them say that "the animals are killed in the wrong way". But seriously - can they really support the idea of putting down cows with syringes? In fact, none of them ever tells you how you &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; kill the animals, they just think it's wrong. Me, I'm nott really digging the blood shed. But what else would you do? I'm open for suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day (the reason I'm writing this post) a friend told me that a friend of hers was a vegetarian. I said "really?". She replied: "Yeah...or at least she's trying" I was like w t f. She then said that it's hard to "separate" from the meat... I mean seriously? What the hell is that all about? "I am a vegetarian, but I eat meat sometimes, you know how it is... the separation." NO I DON'T!? If you have a fucking goal you live up to it. If you think something is wrong you don't surrender the fact that it "really is nice". It's like saying "I think murder is totally wrong, but I can't resist shooting a couple of children now and then!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Cucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-5811730795244146083?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/5811730795244146083/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=5811730795244146083' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/5811730795244146083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/5811730795244146083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/11/divine-circle-of-cows.html' title='the divine circle of cows'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-6601318230697036142</id><published>2008-11-14T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:30:36.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whore'/><title type='text'>night elves and game whores</title><content type='html'>As most people know, the new World of Warcraft game was released a few days ago. Seriously, I don't really get the idea of waiting in the blistering cold for four hours in the middle of the night, just to get it. I mean, why would you wanna freeze to death in a 3648 meters long cue, surrounded by 12 year olds in costumes and plastic night elf ears? When my boyfriend went to buy the freaking game, he saw that some guys at the front of the cue had brougth chairs and beer... are there really not any better ways to party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother on the other hand, he didn't have to stand in a cue. He ordered the game online and got it in the mail. Home delivery - the game style. He skipped school, said he was "sick". All of his friends did it too. He's been playing constantly for two days. His diurnal rhythm has been completely... killed. Now he's on to the third day. I went into his room to check on him. Mum said he was asleep and that he had asked her to wake him up after an hour, so that he could continue playing. I'm telling you, a marching band couldn't wake him up. He was dead as a rock. It's very cute to se an 18 year old guy, lying in bed with his clothes on like he had gotten beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate this game though. I have an account. I play sometimes, just for fun. Sadly, this game brings out the worst in me, I think in everyone actually. If I get killed, I can't help but to scream out CUNTFACE! now and then. Or "WELL THAT'S VERY MATURE OF YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!". It sometimes happens when I'm alone, that's what's scaring me. It was a long time since I played. It bores me out sometimes. My boyfriend says that it's because I'm not lvl 70 (well, now you can be 80) yet, and that it gets funnier when you get there. Sure, I believe him, but I don't think I wanna devote my life to a game. I see it more as a hobby than a lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;My brother calls me a "game whore". Evidently, a game whore is a girl who only plays computer games to get with guys. Is he serious? Of all the places I could find a guy? But who knows, maybe I will leave my boyfriend for a gnome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Cucks_noob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-6601318230697036142?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/6601318230697036142/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=6601318230697036142' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/6601318230697036142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/6601318230697036142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-elves-and-game-whores.html' title='night elves and game whores'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-2630312580710759366</id><published>2008-11-14T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:02:21.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='without'/><title type='text'>brother from the same mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My little brother is fairly annoying, fairly stupid and fairly overweight. Okay, he is very annoying, very stupid and very, very overweight. He gets on my nerves every day. Every single day he irritates me in one way. He can’t make his bed, he can’t move for more than a minute, he can’t get his fat ass out his computer chair; he can’t stop playing MMORPG’s. The fact that I have to get his water every night before he sleeps shows just how lazy this fat assed bastard (yes, I still can’t believe I share the same genes as him so I usually tell people he’s adopted and that his father came from Bosnia and mother from Mexico). Still, he’s funny in a way and although it seems like I hate the guy, well, I don’t. I love him (well mostly because I have too, he’s my brother for Satan’s sake). I don’t know how bored I’d be without him. I’d have no one to tease all the time, no one to beat up, no one to cheer me up whenever I needed cheering up, and no one to pull (really) weird jokes (that no one else gets) with. But still, he makes my life a pain. Sometimes, I even regret asking my mom to get a brother for me (I was two years old when I did this), but still, all the bad things set aside, that was the greatest thing I’ve ever done in my life. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Piahoo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-2630312580710759366?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/2630312580710759366/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=2630312580710759366' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/2630312580710759366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/2630312580710759366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-brother.html' title='brother from the same mother'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604467801189420860.post-4606735614876858668</id><published>2008-11-10T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:29:44.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>enter the nest</title><content type='html'>Hi Reader,&lt;br /&gt;Piahoo and Cucks greet you and welcome you to this extraordinary blog. Enjoy the ride!&lt;br /&gt;See yu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Piahoo &amp;amp; Cucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604467801189420860-4606735614876858668?l=crowtryst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/feeds/4606735614876858668/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604467801189420860&amp;postID=4606735614876858668' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/4606735614876858668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604467801189420860/posts/default/4606735614876858668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowtryst.blogspot.com/2008/11/enter-nest.html' title='enter the nest'/><author><name>crow tryst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11214253520904041091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01490597990395842556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>