<?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-4099892386086091590</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:19:28.979-08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='horrible'/><category term='newb'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='pet peeves'/><category term='PBS'/><category term='Puff Pattinson for dessert'/><category term='magazine'/><category term='soap'/><category term='list'/><category term='screamo'/><category term='butter'/><category term='microwave'/><category term='hate'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='hair'/><category term='seashell soap'/><category term='tacky'/><category term='NO'/><category term='chest hair'/><category term='crunkcore'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='don&apos;t be an idiot'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='too lazy to alphabetize'/><category term='crunk'/><category term='inventions'/><category term='video'/><category term='weird'/><category term='CPUjunky'/><category term='teens'/><category term='BREE BREEEEEE'/><category term='pig squeal'/><category term='work'/><category term='ridiculous'/><category term='gross'/><category term='Brokencyde'/><title type='text'>COME ON!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202264360520849461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/SfKXgbx75iI/AAAAAAAAACw/PRsDn21-Vjg/S220/icon2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-87250997521941841</id><published>2009-05-22T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:55:15.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No. No. No.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/02we8OlgWc5LC/610x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words. It simply makes my soul weep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-87250997521941841?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/87250997521941841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-no-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/87250997521941841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/87250997521941841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-no-no.html' title='No. No. No.'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114821492523916798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.chameleonillustration.com/willow/color_images/lavender_color_sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-5710449896429041194</id><published>2009-05-21T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:16:30.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CPUjunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newb'/><title type='text'>HateJunky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/ShWYbHDbWyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WealoMLITI4/s1600-h/cpujunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/ShWYbHDbWyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WealoMLITI4/s320/cpujunky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338340524834904866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up with an intention: to play the SNES games on my Nintendo DS. Since my favorite gaming website was down I had to busy myself with second-rate acts, like this dude who runs &lt;a href="http://www.cpujunky.com/" target="new"&gt;CPUJunky.com&lt;/a&gt; and, for no reason other than the fact that he can, has &lt;a href="http://www.cpujunky.com/Hate.html" target="new"&gt;a page on his site dedicated to things he hates&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I wasn't really interested in reading his diatribes, I mean-- this is a website dedicated to gaming and ROMs, why do I care what gets this guy's blood boiling? Just gimme Secret of Mana and no one gets hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; intrigued... So I scrolled down and noticed some very peculiar comments in the category titled "Types of People I Hate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get to the punchline, let me start off with some random quotes from the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li type="square"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People who take their dogs everywhere and treat them as people&lt;/b&gt;: I just can't stand these people. &lt;i&gt;I look at them and think, are you retarded?&lt;/i&gt; I understand that people can grow very close to their pets, but how far are you going to take that? I mean when you dress your dog up in clothes and take it with you everywhere you go, isn't that a bit far?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="square"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People who use the online term "LOL"&lt;/b&gt;: LOL means "laughing out loud." For some reason when I see someone type it, &lt;i&gt;I just think of queers dancing in a circle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li type="square"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People who use the online term Newbie&lt;/b&gt;: What was originally used to describe a new computer user has lost all meaning. ... I get so tired of playing a game online and listening to people bitch and throw words back and forth. &lt;i&gt;It isn't a fucking chat line people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's something to be said about lists and ordering. I'd have to assume that the rants at the top of the page are more outrageous to our CPUJunky than those at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, here are the top three categories of People CPUJunky Hates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Number One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li type="square"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People who drive below the speed limit&lt;/b&gt;: Hello? Its fucking 55mph not 35mph. My life doesn't get put on hold because your slow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's just a good thing he doesn't hate people who can't grasp basic grammar. Amirite?&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Number Two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li type="square"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People who are hypocritical&lt;/b&gt;: No one likes a hypocrite for obvious reasons. Its like they put you on a lower pedestal than them because they can do things you shouldn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't understand half of what you just said... Yeah, okay, I can hang with that. I mean, everyone contradicts themselves from time to time, right? But it is annoying, nonetheless.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's this? Directly below his hatred for hypocrites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Number Three&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li type="square"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People who are condescending&lt;/b&gt;: "There is a better way to make your web page, let me show you the right way." If you have a suggestion, suggest it don't force it. If you have an opinion, state it with reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you for real, CPUJunky?! I laughed out loud  (or should I say, LOL'ed) while immediately hitting the "print screen" button on my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fucking newb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-5710449896429041194?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5710449896429041194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/hatejunky.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/5710449896429041194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/5710449896429041194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/hatejunky.html' title='HateJunky'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202264360520849461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/SfKXgbx75iI/AAAAAAAAACw/PRsDn21-Vjg/S220/icon2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/ShWYbHDbWyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WealoMLITI4/s72-c/cpujunky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-995910679727626268</id><published>2009-05-19T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:30:00.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tacky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seashell soap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NO'/><title type='text'>Decorative Soaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.soapdecoremporium.com/data_images/sde200804%20(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://www.soapdecoremporium.com/data_images/sde200804%20(19).jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point? Why does anyone &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; decorative soap? Half the time it's never used. Most people are going to feel that it’s too pretty. So, there it will sit in a tray on the back of the toilet (or sink) collecting dust(GROSS!) for all eternity.  So what if it’s wrapped in ribbon? It’s still stupid. Especially if it’s shaped like a pale peach or blue seashell and paired with a matching scented candle, or sachet of potpourri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-995910679727626268?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/995910679727626268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/decorative-soaps.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/995910679727626268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/995910679727626268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/decorative-soaps.html' title='Decorative Soaps'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021829968910552863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/437991423_2e12b80eab.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-8798018044001553533</id><published>2009-05-14T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:07:11.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too lazy to alphabetize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PBS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t be an idiot'/><title type='text'>My Turn: Words No Human Should Utter</title><content type='html'>...With a twist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling bummed that I didn't get to participate in &lt;a href="http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/words-no-human-should-utter.html"&gt;the previous edition of this post&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to create my own list of peevish words. However, instead of focusing simply on slang, I'm going to gear toward words that have been mispronounced so many times that the incorrect version has been colloquialized into acceptable speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your one warning: If I ever hear you utter one of these words, prepare for an onslaught of hate beams and dropped jaws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expresso&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espresso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;I'm especially sensitive to this having worked in a coffee shop. The same goes for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excetera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; exscape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expecially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Timer's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old Timer's &lt;/span&gt;instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pushing it, I know, but my dear old mom has a habit of saying this and it's accumulated quite a bit of quietly oppressed aggravation over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fustrated&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corny joke about how frustrating this is ___here____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pitcher&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to let it slide if you're trying to be cute, or under the age of 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Libary&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artic&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arctic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I made my husband laugh uncontrollably because I kept saying "Arctic Cats" with perfect pronunciation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supposably&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supposedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Offline&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; instead of &lt;/span&gt;Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm pretty sure everyone in the entire world has worked with or knows at least &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; person who is guilty of claiming that they got something "offline." But 6,706,993,152 wrongs don't make a right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Axed&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wool&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Exceptions made for comedic effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asteriks&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asterisk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; instead of &lt;/span&gt;Ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have actually only heard this once, and it didn't piss me off so much as just utterly confuse me. How does someone go through their life thinking you say "ache" as if it were the 8th letter of the alphabet?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mischeeveeous&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mischievous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My mom says this too, but I'm convinced she's trying to be cute because she always does so with a funny voice, so it falls into the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pitcher&lt;/span&gt; category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentimes&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made cool by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks Rachel Dratch! We miss your kooky Season 1 cameos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Volumptuous&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voluptuous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an aside, I was once real confused when my dad asked me to measure the cubic inches of a cardboard box and I thought he'd said "pubic inches." I don't think I was old enough to truly understand the misunderstanding, which is why I also couldn't understand why he and a friend were laughing so hard at a box that said "____ pubic inches." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm a particularly huge fan of PBS's section on speech, and &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/speak/speech/beastly/" target="new"&gt;the Big Book of Beastly Mispronunciations&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-8798018044001553533?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/8798018044001553533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-turn-words-no-human-should-utter.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/8798018044001553533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/8798018044001553533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-turn-words-no-human-should-utter.html' title='My Turn: Words No Human Should Utter'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202264360520849461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/SfKXgbx75iI/AAAAAAAAACw/PRsDn21-Vjg/S220/icon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-2485713615034380816</id><published>2009-05-13T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:04:04.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come ON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4669800/drive-thru-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4669800/drive-thru-main_Full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not about an object. This is about a phenomenon I've noticed several times in the last month alone that needs to come to an abrupt end.  This post is about the fact that some people are apparently utterly confused and completely naive about the process of the common fast food restaurant drive-thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a simple enough idea. You pull up to the speaker, tell them what you want, continue forward and exchange money for your food. Then you leave. You do NOT : leave sizeable gaps between yourself and the car in front of you, thus causing a large line of cars behind you to impede passing traffic; blast your stereo so loudly that nobody in the cars around you or in the restaurant can hear themselves speak; pull up to the speaker and proceed to ask about EVERY item on the menu, then discuss the merits of each item with all of the passengers in your car, causing your ordering time to equal that of the entire Cretaceous period; or throw your car into REVERSE, coming within a hair's breadth of completely decimating the car behind you (I have witnessed this twice in the last month...TWICE people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, it shouldn't be so hard. It's an extremely simple process that's meant to be an efficient way to purchase food. Why do people always have to screw up the simple stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-2485713615034380816?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/2485713615034380816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-on.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/2485713615034380816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/2485713615034380816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-on.html' title='Come ON!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03114821492523916798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.chameleonillustration.com/willow/color_images/lavender_color_sml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-209312747095660392</id><published>2009-05-13T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:40:10.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will The Thrill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2o8d4Z0dbts/SguENCeiN0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/yMuC5XSXLN8/s1600-h/Will+The+Thrill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2o8d4Z0dbts/SguENCeiN0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/yMuC5XSXLN8/s400/Will+The+Thrill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335503543088592706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to try to imagine how he got this nickname. I HATE it when people refer to themselves in the third person and it's completely horrible when they are using a nickname.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-209312747095660392?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/209312747095660392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-thrill.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/209312747095660392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/209312747095660392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-thrill.html' title='Will The Thrill'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021829968910552863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/437991423_2e12b80eab.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2o8d4Z0dbts/SguENCeiN0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/yMuC5XSXLN8/s72-c/Will+The+Thrill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-2674837117348132164</id><published>2009-05-12T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:52:12.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>The Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sciencebuddies.org/mentoring/project_ideas/Chem_img018.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 565px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://www.sciencebuddies.org/mentoring/project_ideas/Chem_img018.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this hair at work.  It's one of the grossest, yet fascinating things I've seen.  This hair is stuck in the rubber molding around the door to the stairwell on the second floor.  I don't know the exact moment that I noticed it, but I DO know that Noah was still working here and that he hasn't worked here for two years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been there for at least two years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how it's possible for it to still be there.  Shouldn't it have broken off by now?  It's a straight, black hair just stuck right there in the molding around the door.  When I first noticed it I was really grossed out and hoped that it would fall out soon.  After months went by though and it remained there, stuck to that molding, it became this sort of anomoly and I just had to see how long it would last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-2674837117348132164?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/2674837117348132164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/2674837117348132164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/2674837117348132164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/hair.html' title='The Hair'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021829968910552863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/437991423_2e12b80eab.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-5157738133747558943</id><published>2009-05-10T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:29:41.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>Stupid Inventions... Or Are They?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/Sge307NPehI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eI-HgLn505g/s1600-h/butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/Sge2U379EII/AAAAAAAAAEM/BVobCfQjw9M/s1600-h/milkfeeder.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-decoration: underline; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/Sge2U379EII/AAAAAAAAAEM/BVobCfQjw9M/s320/milkfeeder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334432753372696706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://students.ou.edu/R/Basil.G.Rayan-1/" target="new"&gt;This website&lt;/a&gt; has a bunch of photos of some really stupid inventions, but I gotta tell ya, some of them seemed pretty cool and practical to me. Like the umbrella, and even the subway chin-rest! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other things, like this... Male breast-feeding simulator (?!) are just plain bizarre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/Sge307NPehI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eI-HgLn505g/s320/butter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334434403517954578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, butter in a stick? EW! The fact that it looks like a "fatty" (sorry Chritsina) tube of chapstick makes me want to gag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-5157738133747558943?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/5157738133747558943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-inventions-or-are-they.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/5157738133747558943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/5157738133747558943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-inventions-or-are-they.html' title='Stupid Inventions... Or Are They?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202264360520849461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/SfKXgbx75iI/AAAAAAAAACw/PRsDn21-Vjg/S220/icon2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/Sge2U379EII/AAAAAAAAAEM/BVobCfQjw9M/s72-c/milkfeeder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-3947246248727212844</id><published>2009-05-10T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:54:29.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms in the Right are just plain wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rzAOnQY2edU/SKifi2n8VkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BeMmrDLPl0Q/S195/Blog+Button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rzAOnQY2edU/SKifi2n8VkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BeMmrDLPl0Q/S195/Blog+Button.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to say about &lt;a href="http://momsintheright.com/"&gt;this little piece&lt;/a&gt; of the World Wide Web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides posting a bible study post every Sunday, this blog of ultra-conservative moms compare &lt;a href="http://www.momsintheright.com/2009/04/mr-presidenttear-down-this-wall.html"&gt;Democrats&lt;/a&gt; (especially Obama) to the guards on the Berlin Wall who shot people trying to sneak into West Berlin, and write off all preschool teachers as "&lt;a href="http://www.momsintheright.com/2009/03/uncle-sam-wants-your-toddlers.html"&gt;fat government nannies&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are even more offensive posts here, but I couldn't explore it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I should probably point out that I think Moms in the Right should qualify as "ewwwwwwwwwww" just for the image posted above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-3947246248727212844?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/3947246248727212844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/moms-in-right-are-just-plain-wrong.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/3947246248727212844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/3947246248727212844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/moms-in-right-are-just-plain-wrong.html' title='Moms in the Right are just plain wrong.'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805785024403436341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mji5VB-2rb0/SgeBJNuS8qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HbpfnJUS78A/S220/lavenderanneswitzerland-128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rzAOnQY2edU/SKifi2n8VkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BeMmrDLPl0Q/s72-c/Blog+Button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-3090124089123252848</id><published>2009-05-10T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:31:35.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pig squeal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BREE BREEEEEE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Pig Squeals</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QyZSckIjp4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QyZSckIjp4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago my fellow contributor, Jillian, showed me a series of tutorials on Youtube of teens teaching you how to pig squeal, which is apparently a new alternative to singing real words in music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what the kids are doing to get their rocks off these days, huh? I can't help it, every feeling I get from this video makes me feel like an uncool geri who's swiftly falling out of the times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my next diatribe: Distances I had to walk in the snow, barefoot, in order to get to school and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡sǝןıɯ 51 :ɹǝʍsuɐ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-3090124089123252848?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/3090124089123252848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/pig-squeals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/3090124089123252848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/3090124089123252848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/pig-squeals.html' title='Pig Squeals'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202264360520849461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/SfKXgbx75iI/AAAAAAAAACw/PRsDn21-Vjg/S220/icon2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-7407993288157382633</id><published>2009-05-09T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:17:11.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puff Pattinson for dessert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chest hair'/><title type='text'>Pillsbury Pattinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/SgZxFAHYWxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BtX8dssG90c/s1600-h/ew_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/SgZxFAHYWxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BtX8dssG90c/s320/ew_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334075139411172114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie... I'm hopelessly addicted to the entire Twilight franchise, despite my better judgment. But while Googling the word "ew" (that's how I garner inspiration for future posts on this blog) I came across this cover of Entertainment Weekly, and all I could think was "What the FUCK?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the pasty white skin (not to mention the gross chest hair), but RPattz is lookin' a little, uh... puffy, over there. Which is interesting, considering he looked like a bobblehead in the movie. Did they really think this was a flattering cover shoot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-7407993288157382633?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/7407993288157382633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/pillsbury-pattinson.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/7407993288157382633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/7407993288157382633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/pillsbury-pattinson.html' title='Pillsbury Pattinson'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202264360520849461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/SfKXgbx75iI/AAAAAAAAACw/PRsDn21-Vjg/S220/icon2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxj0F_Hcznk/SgZxFAHYWxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BtX8dssG90c/s72-c/ew_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-763642195594383452</id><published>2009-05-08T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:17:15.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words No Human Should Utter</title><content type='html'>My friend Christina and I (who is also an All Things Horrible contributor) both work for the same company. To pass the time today we compiled a list through inter-office email of horrible words we hate to use, or hate when other people use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jillian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hecka &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turd  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otie Dotie! (Actually, just pretty much any grown woman who uses baby talk to other grownups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hump Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sphincter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earwig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props (As in, “yo mad props to you, bra’!”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grundy (as in the apparently Mid-Western term for “wedgie”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panties &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatty (as in "hey that's a fatty bike, bra'!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fungus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-763642195594383452?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/763642195594383452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/words-no-human-should-utter.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/763642195594383452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/763642195594383452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/words-no-human-should-utter.html' title='Words No Human Should Utter'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021829968910552863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/437991423_2e12b80eab.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-4587051182958683843</id><published>2009-05-07T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:38:11.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brokencyde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screamo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crunkcore'/><title type='text'>Worst Thing I've Ever Heard. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IPJ0hiEd9I/ScWNmKKUhBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PI55_zpxeS4/s320/lets-talk-brokencyde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IPJ0hiEd9I/ScWNmKKUhBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PI55_zpxeS4/s320/lets-talk-brokencyde.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BrokeNCYDE is a band from Albequerque, New Mexico. It consists of four members who have nicknamed themselves Se7en, Phat J, Mik L, and Antz. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://songza.com/~zvx0xu"&gt;Listen&lt;/a&gt; if you dare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-4587051182958683843?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/4587051182958683843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/worst-thing-ive-ever-heard-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/4587051182958683843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/4587051182958683843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/worst-thing-ive-ever-heard-ever.html' title='Worst Thing I&apos;ve Ever Heard. Ever.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021829968910552863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/437991423_2e12b80eab.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IPJ0hiEd9I/ScWNmKKUhBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PI55_zpxeS4/s72-c/lets-talk-brokencyde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099892386086091590.post-4255471631375037916</id><published>2009-05-06T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:15:12.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microwave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>GROSS.</title><content type='html'>Let it be known that it was this item that inspired the collaboration of minds dedicated to revealing All Things Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3343/3498931447_0372ed36a5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3343/3498931447_0372ed36a5.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099892386086091590-4255471631375037916?l=ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/feeds/4255471631375037916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/gross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/4255471631375037916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099892386086091590/posts/default/4255471631375037916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.blogspot.com/2009/05/gross.html' title='GROSS.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021829968910552863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/437991423_2e12b80eab.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
