<?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-1946684484577154075</id><updated>2011-12-11T17:00:00.912-05:00</updated><category term='Biggie Smalls'/><category term='Reggie Bush'/><category term='Milan'/><category term='Woman'/><category term='Mistress'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Butterfly'/><category term='Ciara'/><category term='Matthew Williamson'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Will Hatcher'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Terri'/><category term='Cry'/><category term='Comedy'/><category term='Oliver Wendell  Holmes'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Marquis de Vauvenargues'/><category term='Hitmen'/><category term='Tiffany'/><category term='N.Kisses'/><category term='Tyga'/><category term='Lil Wayne'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='MadTV'/><category term='Shaq'/><category term='Man'/><category term='Laptop'/><category term='Keri Hilson'/><category term='Katherine Hepburn'/><category term='Brooklyn'/><category term='Bitches'/><category term='Spoiled brats'/><category term='Anais Nin'/><category term='Scrabble'/><category term='Hate'/><category term='Nigger'/><category term='Frank Sinatra'/><category term='Rihanna Fenty'/><category term='Danger'/><category term='Xbox'/><category term='Talent'/><category term='Slut'/><category term='Answer'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Blender.com'/><category term='ATT'/><category term='Diesel'/><category term='Short Film'/><category term='Actress'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='Current TV'/><category term='Drake'/><category term='Lil Kim'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='Wack'/><category term='Ebony Bones'/><category term='Brandon'/><category term='Chris Brown'/><category term='PETA'/><category term='Jae B'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Nigga'/><category term='Short Story'/><category term='Barbie'/><category term='Bridezilla'/><category term='Biggie'/><category term='Beyonce'/><category term='Playstation'/><category term='Simple'/><category term='Tattoo'/><category term='Sorry'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='HipHop'/><category term='EOS New York'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Kyle'/><category term='Insult'/><category term='Supernews'/><category term='Virus'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Idiots'/><category term='Hp Tablet'/><category term='Ray J'/><category term='Etta James'/><category term='Shoes'/><category term='Abuse'/><category term='Guys'/><category term='Black'/><category term='AM Newspaper'/><category term='PriscillaRenea'/><category term='upset'/><category term='Music'/><category term='random'/><category term='TMZ.com'/><category term='Kidrobot'/><category term='Khloe Kardashian'/><category term='Star'/><category term='Hectic Day'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Phone'/><category term='B.I.G'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Jimmy Carter'/><category term='Mignon McLaughlin'/><category term='Icon'/><category term='Hurt'/><category term='Notorious'/><category term='Mediatakeout.com'/><category term='Allison'/><category term='College hill'/><category term='Unknown'/><category term='Slave'/><category term='Domestic Violence'/><category term='Haiti'/><category term='Paul'/><category term='Whore'/><category term='Silent Heartbeats'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='The View'/><category term='Kim Kardashian'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='T-Mobile'/><category term='transportation'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Intellectual Brainpower</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything on my mind at the current moment, I will drop on all of you. You can feel free to take part of my rants and raves, but I personally will not give a fuck. 
My blog is based on free thinking and sunshine. You take it as it is, I will make it who I am.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-7110215513764464993</id><published>2009-08-31T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:19:22.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorry'/><title type='text'>oh no!</title><content type='html'>not one post for august.........IM SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-7110215513764464993?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/7110215513764464993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=7110215513764464993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/7110215513764464993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/7110215513764464993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-no.html' title='oh no!'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-6637031406528426296</id><published>2009-07-16T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:01:41.749-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Hey=)</title><content type='html'>Hi Followers, im sorry I def been M.I.A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys can def catch me on twitter though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/NKisses"&gt;http://twitter.com/NKisses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats new? I did a summer session at school and have been on vaca since the 24th of June. Im getting ready to go to Haiti and Dominican Republic....but im trying to get the mini hp netbook to go away so I can def stay connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my more no so personal blog I def wrote about Michael Jackson=(&lt;br /&gt;TalkShitNYC.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Def hit it up and tell your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop not working def keeps me out the loop with Blogspot but dont worry, I havent forgotten about my lovely peoples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna take od pictures when I go away, bring the tropical islands over here to crusty ny. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooters be back later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-6637031406528426296?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/6637031406528426296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=6637031406528426296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/6637031406528426296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/6637031406528426296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey.html' title='Hey=)'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-804278043697316820</id><published>2009-06-26T17:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:06:21.363-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>As My Tears Dry....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a time to mourn, but a time to celebrate the barriers that were broken when music became alive. Michael Jackson, a member of the Jackson 5. Did things to music that I can truly say can never be accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“The epitome of music. You were filled with music and shared it with us. You were a huge part of my upbringing. I thank you for that. This man holds a part of my heart. Just as you said, “Though we’re far apart, you’re always in my heart.-You Are Not Alone. My tears and the tears of millions can’t bring you back. If they could, I’d cry forever. But alas…I love You Michael Jackson.-Mz.Restricted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess for awhile all the music channels are going to play all his songs, and videos. It reminds me of when MTV used to be Music Television, and I had to be no more than 5 or 6 watching his videos day and night. Not a day would go by without seeing at least two videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“In life you make haters only because you are successful at what you do best. Michael Jackson made what should’ve been history, present. No matter what anyone can say my mindset has never and will never change. He was ICONIC and many wish to be that. Michael, music may never be the same again but you live on vicariously through all human beings that you have inspire/d. I love you. RIP to my childhood sweetheart.-NKisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I pray that his family finds peace with his departure, but I like to think that God was missing his singing angel and decided it was time to grace his presence in the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a favorite song or memory of Michael Jackson please feel free to comment. If you have a tribute you’d like to post up, please feel free to comment. Let’s keep everything positive and show the King of Pop&lt;br /&gt;If you are into music or even in the industry for success and feel that you can reach the heights Michael set please just continue on and make him proud, he might not exactly have known you but you have known him and that is enough to make his legacy live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song: Everything Michael Jackson ever graced his vocals on. This is something I’m keeping real with myself; I have always been an unhealthy fan. I’m proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU Michael Jackson!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Born: 08.25.1958&lt;br /&gt;Singing &amp;amp; Dancing in the Presence of the Lord for All Eternity: 06.25.2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-804278043697316820?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/804278043697316820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=804278043697316820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/804278043697316820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/804278043697316820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-my-tears-dry.html' title='As My Tears Dry....'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-3077243197594479915</id><published>2009-06-02T12:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:11:43.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm let's see how cool this is. I am in the computer lab at school and noticed that Microsoft 07 has a little blogger section, I noticed it before on my laptop but never once used it. Ahhh the advances of mass technology. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-3077243197594479915?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3077243197594479915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=3077243197594479915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3077243197594479915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3077243197594479915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-class.html' title='In Class'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-6078192050266674510</id><published>2009-05-24T18:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:09:06.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooooo!</title><content type='html'>Im in a hotel, partying it up. Thats all I have to say for now. Be back later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-6078192050266674510?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/6078192050266674510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=6078192050266674510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/6078192050266674510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/6078192050266674510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/05/whooooo.html' title='Whooooo!'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-8882511405041164814</id><published>2009-05-05T10:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:24:07.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jae B'/><title type='text'>Must Listen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SgBJX9KZ14I/AAAAAAAAAdA/iFYkaEk9wDA/s1600-h/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332342634710685570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SgBJX9KZ14I/AAAAAAAAAdA/iFYkaEk9wDA/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/properacademix"&gt;JAE B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Seriously people please check out this upcoming artist right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I already ordered my Mixtape, HAVE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I can't believe talent is going to waste over here. Some please invest in this dude. Music is alive and kicking and this right here is pure proof. Stay tuned for more on our main homie on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://talkshitnyc.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;TalkShitNYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-8882511405041164814?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8882511405041164814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=8882511405041164814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8882511405041164814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8882511405041164814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/05/must-listen.html' title='Must Listen!'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SgBJX9KZ14I/AAAAAAAAAdA/iFYkaEk9wDA/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-2394264133483881936</id><published>2009-05-04T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:52:09.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil Wayne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drake'/><title type='text'>Im Goin In (Weezy ft Drizzy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HizG5JuOxpE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/HizG5JuOxpE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-2394264133483881936?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-6890506134156260076</id><published>2009-05-04T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:41:25.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Hatcher'/><title type='text'>Things One Dude Should Never Say To Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W6jJnMqLGYg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/W6jJnMqLGYg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-one-dude-should-never-say-to.html' title='Things One Dude Should Never Say To Another'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-220385624766431134</id><published>2009-05-04T01:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:36:57.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil Wayne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The View'/><title type='text'>I AM...</title><content type='html'>A Lil Wayne feen, weezy f baby! im talking young money!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its unhealthy! lol&lt;br /&gt;I am not between the ages of 13 to 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/00lq64EU75w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/00lq64EU75w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-220385624766431134?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/220385624766431134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=220385624766431134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/220385624766431134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/220385624766431134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am.html' title='I AM...'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-3117939725755381529</id><published>2009-05-04T00:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:16:17.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>I Said Save It For Your Mama</title><content type='html'>....no drama please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it, today i got a headache, queasy all because I felt sick to my stomach worrying about drama. I don't want it, you don't want. I don't want to make you cry, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now. I wish metropcs sent paperbills, I want to see how many texts I sent within the last 3 months to one person, I wanna beat them little white 13 year olds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-xvOtdXr6o&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/y-xvOtdXr6o&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-3117939725755381529?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-2251918306581488559</id><published>2009-05-01T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:42:44.797-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My heart bleeds for the pains it has felt&lt;br /&gt;My share of drama that I’ve been dealt&lt;br /&gt;And still I search for new love&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I say I’m not trying&lt;br /&gt;My head spins from the tears that I’ve shed&lt;br /&gt;My suffering and longing&lt;br /&gt;And still I search for new love&lt;br /&gt;I am young, not quite old enough&lt;br /&gt;To say it’s enough&lt;br /&gt;Don’t trample my heart&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just restart&lt;br /&gt;I want you tall, dark and handsome&lt;br /&gt;Was in the boxes I was checking&lt;br /&gt;And now erase the memories&lt;br /&gt;Of me crying and falling to my knees&lt;br /&gt;Another relationship on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;Another stomach in knots&lt;br /&gt;Because fairytales do end and more drama begins&lt;br /&gt;And there you standing in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;Saying things that are just comforting&lt;br /&gt;And still I search for new love&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t they love me?&lt;br /&gt;All the boys and men&lt;br /&gt;I search for an open hand and still I grasp onto nothing, anything but short from everything&lt;br /&gt;I wonder and ponder and shout and scream&lt;br /&gt;I whimper and gasp for the aches that I feel&lt;br /&gt;And still I search for new love&lt;br /&gt;There you were looking at me, staring at me, longing to hold me&lt;br /&gt;Love did not forget not once about me&lt;br /&gt;Miscommunication was what it really was.&lt;br /&gt;While I searched for new love, you were searching for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/"&gt;N.Kisses*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-2251918306581488559?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/2251918306581488559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=2251918306581488559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2251918306581488559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2251918306581488559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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photoshoot........................................oversleep to 11:05am......run out door and into cab. .......ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-8624017856941365865?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8624017856941365865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=8624017856941365865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8624017856941365865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8624017856941365865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/04/404pm.html' title='4:04pm'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-493255460686314194</id><published>2009-04-15T22:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:14:11.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiti'/><title type='text'>I Lied...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SeaTZfaraQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/uYDnRG514D0/s1600-h/cap+h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325105675551598850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SeaTZfaraQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/uYDnRG514D0/s320/cap+h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am going on vacation.....I'm going to Haiti....my mothers land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Purchased my tickets today.....$350+45.20(tax)=$395.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;mind you it was $300 last night, lmao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;oh well thats moms hard earned cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm excited because i'm going to take OD pictures and show you the true beauty they dont show you. remember america has slums and the ghetto. and on a winning argument, haiti has no trailer parks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heres some pics i found online:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325106156251156194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SeaT1eKYjuI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/I0r9ZFhauuY/s400/L%27ARTIBONITE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325106317676337218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SeaT-3hJWEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/laQigbg1fQQ/s400/castle+in+cap+h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-493255460686314194?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/493255460686314194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=493255460686314194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/493255460686314194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/493255460686314194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-lied.html' title='I Lied...'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SeaTZfaraQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/uYDnRG514D0/s72-c/cap+h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-2524277331796067229</id><published>2009-04-15T00:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:03:12.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Oh Dang You Got Me</title><content type='html'>finally filled out my financial aid. gezz it took 10 mins and like 10 days over due for me to finally get the ball going. im thinking should i take a summer class but i dont want to be taking that stupid ferry, so mi padre is going car shopping this thursday. oh boy im hype no more bus for meeeee. fuck you mta, god i fucking hate you. it ate my $2.00 friday night, never on time and they wont even drop you in front of your crib. now i gotta get my long weave, so it could breeze in the cool springtime air while flipping you the finger and putting my porsche in reverse...........ok fine my 1983 pontiac...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-2524277331796067229?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/2524277331796067229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=2524277331796067229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2524277331796067229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Got Cancer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I've been without my beloved laptop tabby (short for hp tablet) for about 2 weeks due to some virus or junk. Stuck on the home pc for now, so slow!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;My mom finally talked my dad into getting it fixed, but I still go drop it off with the technician. I hope to be up and running before I have to review my script for my ilm in two weeks. All my songs I wrote is on there, Chicken wing being my favorite, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;My freaking nowhere near done novella, my pics, and dare I say it homework!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I just want my life back, wi-fi where are thou???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Till then I am lost without you=[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;my laptop and I had some great times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;im talking we belong together, mariah carey times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The other day I had a dream about a mac, I think i might cheat on my baby boo on another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-3789332010563814604?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3789332010563814604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=3789332010563814604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3789332010563814604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3789332010563814604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-laptop-got-cancer.html' title='My Laptop Got Cancer!'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-4673244857377651694</id><published>2009-04-07T14:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:18:02.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Whats Cookin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SduYlqTL7hI/AAAAAAAAAZY/0UoOJgmjNqU/s1600-h/Couple-Making-a-Toast-over-Dinner-pop-art_wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322015157445717522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SduYlqTL7hI/AAAAAAAAAZY/0UoOJgmjNqU/s200/Couple-Making-a-Toast-over-Dinner-pop-art_wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gosh I can't remember where I heard this from but I was told that women hold to keys to a mans heart and they are the Key to cooking and the key to the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good eats. Equal. Great Sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Why not surprise your man after a long day of work with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homecooked&lt;/span&gt; meal, even if you guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; live together and just send him a text message stating that tonight dessert is on you. I think people forget that sex doesn't have to be quick, but the opposite romantic. Also guys do the same, do you know how happy I would be to walk in on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;homecooked&lt;/span&gt; meal made by you. My only worry is who is washing those dishes, but do this for us to, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; it more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end to make everything easier for everyone. Cook together, butt naked!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; a recipe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lasagna&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat Mixture:&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;2 tbs. dried minced onion&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. MSG&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. garlic salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. ground beef (15%) fat&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients together. Cook in frying pan and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauce:&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. ground lean beef&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 6-oz. cans tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/2 to 1 can tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. dried basil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. oregano, dried&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. bay leaves&lt;br /&gt;Heat in a large skillet olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/2 liter milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup grated cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;6 tbs. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare white sauce by heating butter with flour, add milk and stir it until it thickens. Add ground nutmeg and half of the cheddar cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add and cook until brown ground beef.&lt;br /&gt;Add and cook until transparent onion and garlic.&lt;br /&gt;Add tomatoes, tomato sauce, salt, dried basil, oregano, black pepper, and bay leaf. Cover and simmer 1 hour till sauce thickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other&lt;br /&gt;9 to 12 noodles, cooked to package directions&lt;br /&gt;fresh basil to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 8 oz packages shredded mozzarella&lt;br /&gt;Mix cottage cheese, eggs and basil in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;In a 13 by 9 by 3 pan put some spaghetti sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add 3 or 4 noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Add all the cheese mixture.&lt;br /&gt;Add 3 or 4 more noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Add some sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Add all the meat.&lt;br /&gt;Add 1 8oz package mozzarella.&lt;br /&gt;Add 3or 4 more noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Cover completely with sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Cover pan and bake 375* for 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take cover off and sprinkle the remaining cheddar cheese. Bake for 15 minutes. Take out of oven and add 1 8oz package mozzarella on the last layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; with my homeboy and I told him that no m&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;atter&lt;/span&gt; what you guys are always ready. I could be bending over to tie my shoelace and that is the most sexy thing ever. Woman on the other hand, you gotta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sweettalk&lt;/span&gt; us to even get your hand on some boobies. Woman worry about that fact that, her nails &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; done, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; wash my hair. When in actually the guys only see the most pleasurable ride in front of them. What exactly makes us so different? We both want it. But why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; females ask and why do men insist we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Give it a try guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-4673244857377651694?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/4673244857377651694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=4673244857377651694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/4673244857377651694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/4673244857377651694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-cookin.html' title='Whats Cookin&apos;'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SduYlqTL7hI/AAAAAAAAAZY/0UoOJgmjNqU/s72-c/Couple-Making-a-Toast-over-Dinner-pop-art_wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-5819394396906728674</id><published>2009-04-07T09:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:33:15.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N.Kisses'/><title type='text'>Me=]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since we dont't get the chance to have a whole photo album.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics of yours very own!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321941509219826450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SdtVmxR0OxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/N8snlm8q87I/s200/s591747039_2734530_4199249.jpg" border="0" /&gt; pretty!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321941509376069842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SdtVmx3EUNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZRWs_6-t3iE/s200/s591747039_2745713_47410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SdtVm1VGrsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LsG6aRDuqZ8/s1600-h/2342_70469322039_591747039_2623212_3405_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321941510307360450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SdtVm1VGrsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LsG6aRDuqZ8/s200/2342_70469322039_591747039_2623212_3405_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it went crashing down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321941513310157922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SdtVnAhBvGI/AAAAAAAAAYI/g3nhWxYxpD8/s200/n591747039_2734487_3259930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They warned me about the CRACK! One more hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-5819394396906728674?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/5819394396906728674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=5819394396906728674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5819394396906728674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5819394396906728674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/04/me.html' title='Me=]]'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SdtVmxR0OxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/N8snlm8q87I/s72-c/s591747039_2734530_4199249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-7500595289099936950</id><published>2009-04-07T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:27:11.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N.Kisses'/><title type='text'>Short Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SdtUqtuDPeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ft_y_ZwUQ4I/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321940477472357858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SdtUqtuDPeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ft_y_ZwUQ4I/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Oh boy! I'm hype, nah really I'm fucking estactic.&lt;br /&gt;So talking to a friend of mine from acting class, and I got into my movie that I been wanted to make.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So guess who's now directing her own film....MEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;I get the final script on the 17th and switch however I want and then turn it in for a final run on the 20th. I don't know when I'm going to soon filming, i of course need to pick a cast. The leading role already is on lock.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I also want to be in it, call it diddy syndrome, lol so ima play a role but I am also looking for a 2 guys and maybe some extras to fill those moments that will need them. Stay tuned for more on the short film guys!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-7500595289099936950?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/7500595289099936950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=7500595289099936950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/7500595289099936950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/7500595289099936950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-film.html' title='Short Film'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SdtUqtuDPeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ft_y_ZwUQ4I/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-6860678336205972196</id><published>2009-04-06T16:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:20:33.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><title type='text'>Slut</title><content type='html'>Why are people quick to call another person Slut?&lt;br /&gt;UrbanDictionary:&lt;br /&gt;Slut: A woman with the morals of a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets name this girl Mindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy decides that she needs to get some action and sleeps with some people over a reasonable amount of time but because shes benn with a couple of guys, shes a slut.&lt;br /&gt;But wait guys cheat, lie and fuck everything that blinks and it bring 10 extra cool points on his busted radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a woman is discreet about her sexual activites and one day it comes out into the open. First thing people say is "omg1 this slut is fucling nasty"&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because she had sex, gave and recieved oral and took it in the back door. Umm what were you doing last night and how come youre not out getting laid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-6860678336205972196?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/6860678336205972196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=6860678336205972196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/6860678336205972196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/6860678336205972196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/04/slut.html' title='Slut'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-4970254831596082528</id><published>2009-04-02T12:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:24:53.347-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebony Bones'/><title type='text'>Ebony Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SdTmvVfDgKI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gthnsX-Ib3c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320130760727036066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SdTmvVfDgKI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gthnsX-Ib3c/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her style its very crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPc-5o8fBwA&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x9461ca" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-4970254831596082528?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/4970254831596082528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=4970254831596082528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-6972256451266163945</id><published>2009-04-02T11:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:20:21.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciara'/><title type='text'>Explode By Ciara</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6O_rmTadY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/T6O_rmTadY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-5029095967862211495</id><published>2009-03-29T00:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:57:26.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sc7-zytP_yI/AAAAAAAAAUE/fMV1VUchYRI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318468375709482786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sc7-zytP_yI/AAAAAAAAAUE/fMV1VUchYRI/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hmm I was thinking about getting these for fun, maybe get ready for next 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-3426852764380002556</id><published>2009-03-28T16:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:26:59.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PETA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khloe Kardashian'/><title type='text'>I'd Rather Be Naked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sc6TclOjD_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/JBcGp0r3y5s/s1600-h/khloe+k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318350329209884658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sc6TclOjD_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/JBcGp0r3y5s/s400/khloe+k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sc6S9Vgqj0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/CTr1T3SzN6g/s1600-h/khloe+k.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Now I'm sure we all have heard about the Kardashians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I for one admire them, they seem very real and they don't let controversy hit them where it shouldn't. The family is very cool and they have this love for each other that's hard to find in homes nowadays. While watching one of their shows about an hour or so ago, I watch how Khloe Kardashian overcame insecurities while taking nude shots for PETA. a photoshoot for stopping wearing fur campaign. Now Khloe for some odd reason believes that she didn't have the right body image, sweety! are you crazy? you were hot! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;for what she claims to be a big girl, she has the right everything. Its sad sometimes to see society fuck up a persons mind about weight, no says anything to the underweight stick next to the girl in the size 14 jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but i admired the risk she took and it came out wonderful, go khloe!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://khloekardashian.celebuzz.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Khloe Kardashian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-3426852764380002556?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3426852764380002556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=3426852764380002556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3426852764380002556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3426852764380002556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/id-rather-be-naked.html' title='I&apos;d Rather Be Naked!'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sc6TclOjD_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/JBcGp0r3y5s/s72-c/khloe+k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-5746095922640468789</id><published>2009-03-26T22:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:23:28.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear Tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;youtube can break a girls heart...im only ::whispers:: 20 and i took a trip down memory lane this week and went looking for old videos of tv shows that were so good back in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I quickly found so much stuff and was uploading them senseless on facebook...i know my friends were probably like this bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i found pepperann, i was dissappointed though the vid i wanted wasnt there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its when her coach tells the class to get support and she mistakens that for a bra, so the next day she shows up ready after an excruicating day searching at the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when the coach asked to see who has support and everyone partners up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PEPPERANN FLASHES THE WHOLE CLASS....hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;good one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i found MIGHTY MORPHING POWER RANGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now is it me or were they bad guys screaming in pain before tommy kicked them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i remember mr.rogers neighborhood and sesame street, barney and scary ass teletubbies....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Recess and hey arnold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my friend &lt;a href="http://mythoughtsonyourscreen.blogspot.com/"&gt;mz.restricted&lt;/a&gt; actually informed that Arnold from hey arnold was character first on sesame street who never spoke and then he got his own show....how cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a couple of months ago i watched sesame streets presents:follow that bird, big bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now when youre four its like cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when youre in youre a young adult its like wtf! this shit is crack...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in the movie counts vehicles licesnce plate read&lt;/span&gt; "12345678910"&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously instead of worrying about the recession i rather watch the tv show dinosaurs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GcjxwXCxBBU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/GcjxwXCxBBU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-5746095922640468789?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/5746095922640468789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=5746095922640468789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5746095922640468789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5746095922640468789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/tear-tear.html' title='Tear Tear'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-3089170435361615485</id><published>2009-03-26T22:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:43:30.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blender.com'/><title type='text'>Oh Come On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Scw785NczKI/AAAAAAAAATs/Upa6mmUtVYw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317691177353137314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Scw785NczKI/AAAAAAAAATs/Upa6mmUtVYw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So word on the newsstands is...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;magazine is going to stop publication on the print version in april.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seriously guys, like i know technology is here but what about if im on the train and i need something to wipe my seat....i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;read...how am i going to know about ludacris and fergie and upcoming artist to write nonsense crap about them on here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Solution:i guess i have to visit the website but i dont wannaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i wanna leaf through the pages and cut pictures to make collages, now i have to waste my ink to do that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ima get a new hobby....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;virtual yoyo&lt;/span&gt; it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Blender.co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-3089170435361615485?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3089170435361615485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=3089170435361615485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3089170435361615485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3089170435361615485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-come-on.html' title='Oh Come On'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Scw785NczKI/AAAAAAAAATs/Upa6mmUtVYw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-2371958012322020937</id><published>2009-03-24T23:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:39:37.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiffany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College hill'/><title type='text'>Even Though I'm Lying On My Back, I'm Never Backing Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScmncaELqRI/AAAAAAAAATk/i-G_IFqhWa4/s1600-h/da6309a1-c60f-4cd7-ebb4-4d651ba7d4ea-ontv_ch6_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316964941562620178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScmncaELqRI/AAAAAAAAATk/i-G_IFqhWa4/s320/da6309a1-c60f-4cd7-ebb4-4d651ba7d4ea-ontv_ch6_header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScmnW884VvI/AAAAAAAAATc/K06-Q63Eb6U/s1600-h/da6309a1-c60f-4cd7-ebb4-4d651ba7d4ea-ontv_ch6_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BET’s College Hill is a successful brand of reality TV. This half-hour reality series follows the lives of eight college students studying at various prestigious universities. They live, learn, love, laugh, and experience life as young adults together under one roof for approximately one semester. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/College_Hill_(TV_series)"&gt;Wikepedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, March 24th, College Hill premiered. In being the sixth season, I nominated it for best drama. Simple questions sparked animosity while know-it-alls sparked retaliation. "Are you gay?" to the response of "Are those that jeans?" As one flame was put out, a flame was struck when the College Hill cast recieved gifts from BET welcoming them into their new home for the semester. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STRIP OR DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; While all the females jump into the pool for a relaxing moment, the dudes look on in content. Brandon the hearthrob decides he can't be left out in this estrogen-filled pool. Brandon and Tiffany definetly have their eyes on each other, but when Terri notices Brandon's body, she's just discovered the man of her dreams. Her husband to be is right in front of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After a one night stand with Terri, Brandon goes off to school, realizes his mistake and decides to cool off. Only allowing Terri to rage on about how perfect she thought their relationship could be and why he would do her so. She then decides that everyone else is to blame, and not her whore-thrashing ways. Being the perfect Stepford wife that she was, she not only ironed his clothes for school, but made his bed too. How dare he leave a Stepford woman? Yeah right! Quixotic is cute-Crazy is just plain insane. After making a phone call to her mother, who tells her that her best solution is to call her ghetto cousin, Terri pops off at her roomate in defense of her emotions right before picking up the pool stick and .... to be continued next Tuesday at 10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1946684484577154075-2371958012322020937?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/2371958012322020937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=2371958012322020937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2371958012322020937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2371958012322020937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-though-im-lying-on-my-back-im.html' title='Even Though I&apos;m Lying On My Back, I&apos;m Never Backing Down'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScmncaELqRI/AAAAAAAAATk/i-G_IFqhWa4/s72-c/da6309a1-c60f-4cd7-ebb4-4d651ba7d4ea-ontv_ch6_header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-9112420765640154123</id><published>2009-03-24T15:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:47:33.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrabble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaq'/><title type='text'>Some Funny Commericals</title><content type='html'>Lol, omg&lt;br /&gt;This has me rolling on the floor everytime I watch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bo0ncg-2zPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/Bo0ncg-2zPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-9112420765640154123?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/9112420765640154123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=9112420765640154123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/9112420765640154123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/9112420765640154123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-funny-commericals.html' title='Some Funny Commericals'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-3356074484859736683</id><published>2009-03-24T14:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:12:43.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Oops! I just twotted!</title><content type='html'>Oh boy&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that the 20 somethings of this generation use more bytes than talk. We text, we network, we cyberchat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is whats up, well not with the changes every other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best one is TWITTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a network just for thoughts, nothing extra, just my one line thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"N.Kisses just peed @ 2:53pm reply"&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are reliant to the gigabytes the world allows us, thank god for resistance!!!! ha i went to engineering classes this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw man! check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PN2HAroA12w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/PN2HAroA12w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-3356074484859736683?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3356074484859736683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=3356074484859736683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3356074484859736683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3356074484859736683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/oops-i-just-twotted.html' title='Oops! I just twotted!'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-2542697524816452109</id><published>2009-03-23T17:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:58:56.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediatakeout.com'/><title type='text'>DL Brutha Manifesto</title><content type='html'>I got this from Mediatakeout.com and thought I'd share it with you guys....this is how some of the ::whispers:: dl brothers think. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 23, 2009. One of MediaTakeOut.com’s readers – a self proclaimed “DL Brotha” sent us the following essay – describing why he does what he does. We’re gonna call it the “DL Brutha Manifesto”. Here you go ladies, you might need to send this to a few girlfriends…&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to say emphatically that to all black women - I LOVE YOU!!!!. I respect you. I adore you. To me, there is nothing more powerful nor more sexy nor more divine than seeing you walk proudly in the sunlight of your blackness, your femininity, your sexuality, your sass, your strength, and your spirituality.But sometimes, I want to taste a man.....It's not that I'm gay, homosexual, bisexual or any of those things. I don't claim any of those titles and so if you ask me if I'm gay, homo, or bi - I'll tell you "No". I'm just a brother that knows what he likes. That's all.Now, if you ask me if I have sex with men, I'll tell you "No". Yes, I know that lying is wrong and God don't like ugly. But, if I laid with you, and made sweet love to you, and then told you that sometimes I like to go inside a man....you wouldn't want me. Our relationship would be over. And, more than likely, you would "warn" your friends about me. And so, I lie. Not because I am trying to deceive you, but because I just don't think you need to know. All it will do is destroy what we have. You see, honesty is not as simple as you think....One day I'll stop, I'll settle down with my black queen. I can't promise that I'll completely stop experiencing men. There's just something about it that draws me. But, I do know that I won't do it nearly as much. Well, I don't know that, but I don't think I'll do it as much. To the woman I will one day marry : I promise to be a good husband, and a good father to our children, and a good grandfather to our children. I'll love you, and protect you, and cherish you, and make you laugh, and dry your tears, try to give you the kind of home you have always wanted, and do my best to make your life as happy as it can be.But sometimes, I'll still want a man...... Now this is some mess right here ….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-2542697524816452109?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/2542697524816452109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=2542697524816452109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2542697524816452109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2542697524816452109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/dl-brutha-manifesto.html' title='DL Brutha Manifesto'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-8588220025638121916</id><published>2009-03-23T17:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:42:16.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Creativity Can Be Scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScgCBh668XI/AAAAAAAAATU/yqFzlKqs9WU/s1600-h/walter_steiger_hot_pink_heeless_pla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316501585419497842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScgCBh668XI/AAAAAAAAATU/yqFzlKqs9WU/s200/walter_steiger_hot_pink_heeless_pla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is a nice color but I do wonder where I might find the rest of my heels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScgAAaRrZrI/AAAAAAAAASs/5wI5lMHnrek/s1600-h/michel_shoe%20fleur%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316499367164339890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScgAAaRrZrI/AAAAAAAAASs/5wI5lMHnrek/s200/michel_shoe%2520fleur%25203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;know everyone has been through the stage of when you ask your parents for shoes they tell you to wear fig leaves...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know designers would run with it? Literally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScgAYjiH8qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Ix1Joj3q9bQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316499781966099106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScgAYjiH8qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Ix1Joj3q9bQ/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now this is the perfect show for those who use to run home at to see what Ash and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pikachu&lt;/span&gt; was up to that day, never missing the 3pm episode, big question was How did we make it possible if class got out at 2:45pm????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Don't you hate when your parents question why you have so many shoes??? and how you don't wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScgA-0OXh_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/ztjWufL0CO0/s1600-h/2490183120103329676S600x600Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316500439281666034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScgA-0OXh_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/ztjWufL0CO0/s200/2490183120103329676S600x600Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;them all, whoever owns this bike begs to differ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScgBtyPpbMI/AAAAAAAAATM/Wysef3CeL90/s1600-h/creative_shoes_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1946684484577154075-8588220025638121916?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8588220025638121916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=8588220025638121916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8588220025638121916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8588220025638121916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/creativity-can-be-scary.html' title='Creativity Can Be Scary'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScgCBh668XI/AAAAAAAAATU/yqFzlKqs9WU/s72-c/walter_steiger_hot_pink_heeless_pla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-5077508378431417535</id><published>2009-03-19T12:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:21:18.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I do things for people, because I am just nice like that but what happens when people walk all over me and just turn their backs like I was never there for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naive: deficient in worldly wisdom or informed judgment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my lifetime only a few people I can honestly say has been there for me. I thank you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there are the people who are nowhere to be found or the ones who let you go for awhile because the give and take just don't work with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I name names in this blog? I can but I rather not. In the life i'm living now I rather not make enemies but secretly plot their demise, oh yes! when i'm hushed for long periods of time, your fate is at stake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;total sidebar- the boy next to me is on bossip.com, I guess everyone is into gossip...whoop whoop, can't wait for my website created with some of my friends, up and running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch out for TalkShitNYC...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and the boy just informed his friend that Cleveland from Family Guy is getting his own show, lol how weird. Ok minding my own business now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to blogging about moi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1946684484577154075-5077508378431417535?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/5077508378431417535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=5077508378431417535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5077508378431417535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5077508378431417535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-do-things-for-people-because-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-1228859206103410622</id><published>2009-03-19T12:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:40:29.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScJ1csrSFII/AAAAAAAAAR0/XBmN1YE8HNc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314939646140093570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScJ1csrSFII/AAAAAAAAAR0/XBmN1YE8HNc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScJ1Ze-wlSI/AAAAAAAAARs/sJ2TmI1gPEY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;See people are funny, many don't know they are funny but they quite are. Some people make you laugh with a joke, others with their face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;People do things to make other upset but no matter what I find it funny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lets just say People are quite the comedians nowadays.&lt;/span&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/1946684484577154075-1228859206103410622?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/1228859206103410622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=1228859206103410622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/1228859206103410622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/1228859206103410622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/see-people-are-funny-many-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScJ1csrSFII/AAAAAAAAAR0/XBmN1YE8HNc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-7512934893013563670</id><published>2009-03-18T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:48:12.284-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unknown'/><title type='text'>Quote Of My Day#11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScJ3RwA5p8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/2P-JydG9B3I/s1600-h/9CAV61TYWCAY1RBKDCA1WU325CA1BZLWNCAJSQHIDCANHTTJNCAVW88BDCA07J0YHCA79L40DCAG6FENSCAV7B4Q4CAQWG0YUCAPAYXCRCAWHTHU4CAR5WDOBCA1K2TP5CAC7E04TCAC42QNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314941657080768450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScJ3RwA5p8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/2P-JydG9B3I/s320/9CAV61TYWCAY1RBKDCA1WU325CA1BZLWNCAJSQHIDCANHTTJNCAVW88BDCA07J0YHCA79L40DCAG6FENSCAV7B4Q4CAQWG0YUCAPAYXCRCAWHTHU4CAR5WDOBCA1K2TP5CAC7E04TCAC42QNY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ff99;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/a_woman_either_loves_or_hates-she_knows_no_medium/7150.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ff99;"&gt;A woman either loves or hates; she knows no medium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ff99;"&gt;”-Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-7512934893013563670?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/7512934893013563670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=7512934893013563670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/7512934893013563670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/7512934893013563670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-my-day11.html' title='Quote Of My Day#11'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScJ3RwA5p8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/2P-JydG9B3I/s72-c/9CAV61TYWCAY1RBKDCA1WU325CA1BZLWNCAJSQHIDCANHTTJNCAVW88BDCA07J0YHCA79L40DCAG6FENSCAV7B4Q4CAQWG0YUCAPAYXCRCAWHTHU4CAR5WDOBCA1K2TP5CAC7E04TCAC42QNY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-490834887537431040</id><published>2009-03-17T16:00:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:45:25.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reggie Bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Kardashian'/><title type='text'>I Didnt Know....sigh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;So guys I currently follow mediatakeout and other gossip websitesBut to my shocking dismay there was this one girl, who kept commenting on this Kim K/Reggie Bush photo and it was like umm ok chick you dont like them move on. But this girl went in wishing aids upon Kim K. Umm, I believe this girl mustve stood in line for hours waiting for an autograph and he just walked on by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;Then goes into a whole thing of why black men are dating white woman and vice versa and blah blah. What ticked me off was the issue of why can't I date a white man, I don't get it. Why must I be only with a black man as long as i'm doing something wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;Who chooses the color or race that we date? So i'm black, I HAVE to stick with a black man? Like I really don't get it, once more I had to repeat that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Then theres the issue of the raunchy video Kim K came out with, when dating her ex-boyfriend RayJ. This makes her a whore many say, umm they are in a relationship, if filming ones passion is how you role how is that a crime. Half these people who sit and complain, jabber and disapprove to high hell, know they have like 5 unfinished vhs of their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Another thing someone said "I hate her because she has money doing nothing" Actually Kim K models, she owns a store/business and her mama is rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;I'm pretty sure the guys AIG who do nothing all day also but get great bonuses from stealing from stocks deserve that same hate if not more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;Alot of people forget if you were a celeb how exactly would you be acting or if you were born with millions of dollars already in your bank account, im pretty sure you wouldn't get a 9-5. CELEBRITIES ARE HUMANS TOO YOU KNOW!I'll come back on the mixed dating, that's a whole another story waiting to be touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;For enjoyment purposes, check out the new pics featured in GQ Magazine of Reggie Bush and Kim K!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScBVeSEoyKI/AAAAAAAAARM/UAEbNjwGvwQ/s1600-h/uno.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314341539032909986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScBVeSEoyKI/AAAAAAAAARM/UAEbNjwGvwQ/s320/uno.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314341527110124322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScBVdlqBgyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nF0EFzPYkS0/s320/three.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScBVePpMoPI/AAAAAAAAARE/FC4dPdMVoh4/s1600-h/two.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314341538380947698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScBVePpMoPI/AAAAAAAAARE/FC4dPdMVoh4/s320/two.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314341521778358450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScBVdRy1OLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sjx8vSoJWuw/s320/four.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314341512678545954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScBVcv5RGiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wvF_4_rRGvg/s320/five.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314342694071302322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScBWhg7P-LI/AAAAAAAAARk/DunmlYOz360/s320/seven.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314342191214114754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScBWEPowN8I/AAAAAAAAARc/nXwq8Tqr5uQ/s320/six.bmp" border="0" /&gt;                              Makes me want to go buy some Guess Perfume for Him &amp;amp; Her&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/1946684484577154075-490834887537431040?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/490834887537431040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=490834887537431040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/490834887537431040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/490834887537431040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-didnt-knowsigh_17.html' title='I Didnt Know....sigh!'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/ScBVeSEoyKI/AAAAAAAAARM/UAEbNjwGvwQ/s72-c/uno.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-5197328146886063572</id><published>2009-03-17T09:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:43:36.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marquis de Vauvenargues'/><title type='text'>Quote of My Day #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To achieve great things we must live as if we were never going to die."-Marquis de Vauvenargues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-5197328146886063572?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/5197328146886063572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=5197328146886063572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5197328146886063572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5197328146886063572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-my-day-10.html' title='Quote of My Day #10'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-2534938546434777848</id><published>2009-03-17T09:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:41:40.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diesel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AM Newspaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kidrobot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew Williamson'/><title type='text'>Recently Opened &amp; Etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sb-lFOMhvzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/oQvDxOEKBno/s1600-h/portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314147594449043250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sb-lFOMhvzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/oQvDxOEKBno/s200/portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;415 W. 14th St., between Ninth Ave. and Washington St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;212-255-9881&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Minor Description:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The First Williamson U.S. flagship store, featuring his award-winning, cutting-edge clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Coming Soon! (Wednesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;District New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;259 Bleecker St.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Minor Description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A one-stop shop for brand-name watches and accessories, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sb-oF4gMQeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/PsQXK7HtPy0/s1600-h/7497-DEFAULT-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314150904340693474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sb-oF4gMQeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/PsQXK7HtPy0/s200/7497-DEFAULT-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;featuring a variety of lifestyle and trends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;brands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;including Diesel, Kidrobot, EOS New York and more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Long Bead Star Necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Price:$195.00 [Lets hope that was a typo]&lt;/span&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/1946684484577154075-2534938546434777848?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/2534938546434777848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=2534938546434777848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2534938546434777848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2534938546434777848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/recently-opened-etc.html' title='Recently Opened &amp; Etc.'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sb-lFOMhvzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/oQvDxOEKBno/s72-c/portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-3018672187079231962</id><published>2009-03-16T11:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:19:14.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katherine Hepburn'/><title type='text'>Quote of My Day#9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what is written about me as long as it isn't true.-Katherine Hepburn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-3018672187079231962?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3018672187079231962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=3018672187079231962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3018672187079231962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3018672187079231962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-my-day9.html' title='Quote of My Day#9'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-1080449732985210361</id><published>2009-03-14T22:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:24:29.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Carter'/><title type='text'>Quote Of My Day#8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can do what you have to do, and sometimes you can do it even better than you think you can." Jimmy Carter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-1080449732985210361?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/1080449732985210361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=1080449732985210361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/1080449732985210361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/1080449732985210361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-my-day8.html' title='Quote Of My Day#8'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-3602386571756061017</id><published>2009-03-13T23:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:39:12.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridezilla'/><title type='text'>Brideszilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbxpKyPEnSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/FP_XHyQqgK0/s1600-h/8293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313237294394940706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbxpKyPEnSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/FP_XHyQqgK0/s200/8293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love watching weddiing shows, like I just live for them. Someone hand me $50,000 and trust I can give you a wedding by saturday and thats 41mins from now, but has anyone seen that show Brideszilla, oh my lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;These people are borderline insane, QUIXOTIC I say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is absurd how onewill go to treat the people who are helping fund this wedding or even worse to watch the husbands to be, be so mistreated. They are treated as mere humanized ATM cards then considered how they feel through the ordeal of finally settling down with the love of their life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The episode that inspired me to even write about this had a runaway groom, talk about tough, all because the daughter of the bride was a class A bitch! Sucks to have your mom run off to Vegas with the guy who stood her up in front of family and friends the day before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbxphnGyAfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SIEhTRBKBQY/s1600-h/wedding-gowns.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313237686544368114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbxphnGyAfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SIEhTRBKBQY/s200/wedding-gowns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But no matter how bitchy, wrong, inconsiderate these brides always turn out to be, they always say "I do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"I guess till anger management we part"&lt;/span&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/1946684484577154075-3602386571756061017?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3602386571756061017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=3602386571756061017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3602386571756061017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3602386571756061017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/brideszilla.html' title='Brideszilla'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbxpKyPEnSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/FP_XHyQqgK0/s72-c/8293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-5991854087711937987</id><published>2009-03-13T12:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:42:50.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mignon McLaughlin'/><title type='text'>Quote of My Day#7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, alwayswith the same person.-Mignon McLaughlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-5991854087711937987?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/5991854087711937987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=5991854087711937987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5991854087711937987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5991854087711937987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-my-day7.html' title='Quote of My Day#7'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-3891507722141176859</id><published>2009-03-12T12:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:50:29.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank Sinatra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sbk9TXP7IfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XNGkSW4ekiY/s1600-h/heartache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312344638327824882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sbk9TXP7IfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XNGkSW4ekiY/s200/heartache.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is like the song for every female to stand by, I'm tired of seeing beautiful woman, myself included holding onto a man or even people and things in general. But this song works more for the female/male love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Never Ever-Ciara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But I, gotta come down to earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I don't wanna But I, gotta let you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;but baby I dont wanna And I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I gotta see, that you and me, ain't meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;That's why I tell myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If that boy don't love you by now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He will never ever, never ever love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He will never ever, never ever love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If that boy don't love you by now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He will never ever, never ever love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He will never ever, never ever love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We (females) if not strong YET think the person doing most harm meaning in ways of just plain old usage and not being treated the way we know we should be treated, decided to stick with a person who only gives you some kind of love and affection for the given moment. Why do men think with their penis or is it just we attarct them and find that they are much easier to catch than the educated man, with the goals who rather wine and dine us, have a thrill at the chase. I'll take an educated man anyday but not all educated men are this way, we still see the oy syndrome in most. Is life really Love, Marriage and Kids, we all saw how Al Bundy lived on his oh so realistic life on Married with ...Children, the theme song was excellent to show the points of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love and Marriage-Frank Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love and marriage, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love and marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Go together like a horse and carriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This I tell you brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You cant have one without the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-3891507722141176859?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3891507722141176859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=3891507722141176859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3891507722141176859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3891507722141176859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sbk9TXP7IfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XNGkSW4ekiY/s72-c/heartache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-4029595237901081720</id><published>2009-03-12T12:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:24:32.737-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silent Heartbeats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Read, Read, Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sbk2-6rHUOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/74tM47RW5eM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312337689990090978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sbk2-6rHUOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/74tM47RW5eM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Geez louise, I swear books are great. Everytime I read I get a great new idea for another book, I need a tape recorder. I got ideas up the wahzoo! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But will my books be great? Who exactly will run to Barnes and Noble searching for "Silent Heartbeats" to find out exactly what happened? Will New York Times gave me, little old me a raving review?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But you know what in the end I have faith in myself, I will truly inspire readers, the way certain books inspired me.&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/1946684484577154075-4029595237901081720?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/4029595237901081720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=4029595237901081720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/4029595237901081720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/4029595237901081720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/read-read-read.html' title='Read, Read, Read'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sbk2-6rHUOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/74tM47RW5eM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-147773350667217022</id><published>2009-03-12T11:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:42:48.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unknown'/><title type='text'>Quote of My Day#6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbktdSmRP4I/AAAAAAAAANU/qair_zwRS8o/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312327216692019074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbktdSmRP4I/AAAAAAAAANU/qair_zwRS8o/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Families are like fudge - mostly sweet with a few nuts. ~Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-147773350667217022?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/147773350667217022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=147773350667217022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/147773350667217022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/147773350667217022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-my-day6.html' title='Quote of My Day#6'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbktdSmRP4I/AAAAAAAAANU/qair_zwRS8o/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-6650582289801885445</id><published>2009-03-11T10:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:46:28.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><title type='text'>Quote of My Day#5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbkuT55ByTI/AAAAAAAAANs/93WSCfcfwNo/s1600-h/barack_change_poster-p228313878027895528t5ta_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312328154952616242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbkuT55ByTI/AAAAAAAAANs/93WSCfcfwNo/s200/barack_change_poster-p228313878027895528t5ta_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sbkt98Jo8ZI/AAAAAAAAANc/ntOIoJaXqz8/s1600-h/Barack_Obama_Change_Fairey.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.-Barack Obama&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sbkt9wUCSNI/AAAAAAAAANk/24IKVjMVrys/s1600-h/change-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312327774424418514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sbkt9wUCSNI/AAAAAAAAANk/24IKVjMVrys/s200/change-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/1946684484577154075-6650582289801885445?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/6650582289801885445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=6650582289801885445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/6650582289801885445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/6650582289801885445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-my-day4.html' title='Quote of My Day#5'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbkuT55ByTI/AAAAAAAAANs/93WSCfcfwNo/s72-c/barack_change_poster-p228313878027895528t5ta_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-1136121912618930653</id><published>2009-03-10T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:48:37.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unknown'/><title type='text'>Ouote of My Day#4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba2AAIuacI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hxPgfQMRxBc/s1600-h/Sad_Eyes_Never_Lie_by_FS600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311632921682930114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba2AAIuacI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hxPgfQMRxBc/s200/Sad_Eyes_Never_Lie_by_FS600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day4:&lt;br /&gt;One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make Sure its worth watching.Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-1136121912618930653?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/1136121912618930653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=1136121912618930653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/1136121912618930653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/1136121912618930653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/ouote-of-my-day4.html' title='Ouote of My Day#4'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba2AAIuacI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hxPgfQMRxBc/s72-c/Sad_Eyes_Never_Lie_by_FS600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-8265213127352394602</id><published>2009-03-09T12:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:19:13.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anais Nin'/><title type='text'>Quote of My Day #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba2lil6X5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/pM3idKftGzo/s1600-h/lady-dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311633566587314066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba2lil6X5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/pM3idKftGzo/s200/lady-dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day3: Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/001675.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anais Nin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-8265213127352394602?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8265213127352394602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=8265213127352394602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8265213127352394602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8265213127352394602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-my-day-3.html' title='Quote of My Day #3'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba2lil6X5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/pM3idKftGzo/s72-c/lady-dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-8694174833092898188</id><published>2009-03-08T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:19:37.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver Wendell  Holmes'/><title type='text'>Quote of My Day #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba4UDFGKVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iNf3rchjJgE/s1600-h/kiss4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311635465093654866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba4UDFGKVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iNf3rchjJgE/s200/kiss4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1-love-quotes.com/cgi-bin/viewquotes.cgi?action=search&amp;amp;Author_First_Name=Oliver+Wendell&amp;amp;Author_Last_Name=Holmes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-8694174833092898188?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8694174833092898188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=8694174833092898188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8694174833092898188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8694174833092898188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-my-day-2.html' title='Quote of My Day #2'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba4UDFGKVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iNf3rchjJgE/s72-c/kiss4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-6856675076661164863</id><published>2009-03-07T07:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:20:49.943-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butterfly'/><title type='text'>Quote of My Day #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba48J6Z9aI/AAAAAAAAANE/GOE2SXoWqBU/s1600-h/S1024%20L0_4%20ph20000000%20h8_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311636154122630562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba48J6Z9aI/AAAAAAAAANE/GOE2SXoWqBU/s200/S1024%2520L0_4%2520ph20000000%2520h8_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"A butterfly died on water, yet he thought he died on the moon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Meaning: Life is just one big misunderstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-6856675076661164863?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/6856675076661164863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=6856675076661164863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/6856675076661164863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/6856675076661164863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/uh-oh.html' title='Quote of My Day #1'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba48J6Z9aI/AAAAAAAAANE/GOE2SXoWqBU/s72-c/S1024%2520L0_4%2520ph20000000%2520h8_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-7026378814090994393</id><published>2009-03-07T07:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:53:27.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'>What Really Grinds My Gear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I hate people who don’t realize the things you do for them. They become so use being pampered that anger strikes when denied a piece of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I hate guys who try to talk to you in the street and when you don’t respond or choose to turn down their offers of “I’ll be your man”, they instantaneously start bad talking you “You ain’t all that anyway” Last I checked I gave you know mind in the first place and just cause you are crushed , your ego will do anything to patch itself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;There is always that larger than life person who somehow finds the need to squish their butts in a teeny space of a seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The moms who cannot keep their kids in check, if your child peanut butter covered hands does not move away from my jeans in t minus 9 seconds, I will shove their fingers in their cute little noses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The people who feel the need to tell me how cute a kid is? If I do not naturally coo, your judgment is worst than a blind man trying to cross Interstate 90 on a unicycle with two wheels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; I hate people who call you, you then miss the call, then they text you and say “Hey why didn’t you answer your phone?” Now if I answer that text message, I will not be doing a good job of ignoring you completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I hate rhetorical questions, when they aren’t funny. Like I will still answer and then you’ll say it was rhetorical, and I will look at you and say I will still answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I dislike non-funny people, or people who think their funny and its like huh? was that the actual joke!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I cannot even remember more of the things I hate. BRB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-7026378814090994393?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/7026378814090994393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=7026378814090994393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/7026378814090994393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/7026378814090994393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-really-grinds-my-gear.html' title='What Really Grinds My Gear?'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-8071141124013177790</id><published>2009-03-06T23:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:23:07.837-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keri Hilson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><title type='text'>Silly Goose, R&amp;B Beef is for kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba-BhNDHOI/AAAAAAAAANM/y9IZXUYvURw/s1600-h/Keri-Hilson-u01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311641743832325346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba-BhNDHOI/AAAAAAAAANM/y9IZXUYvURw/s200/Keri-Hilson-u01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Keri Whohaw! not Whohaw! MADGASCAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lame!!! Lame!! Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Go back to behind the scenes and write my hit bitch. You haven't been around for too long and the one and only song you have is wack, until you entertain me, then we'll see who is turning who on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Songwriters now a day forget their place and their composition notebooks at home and replace it with their ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;For someone who wrote a bunch of hits from Touch-Omarion to Beyonces Love in the Club verse you dress like a bum, where is your money, I’m sure the musical industry paid you quite enough? How do you write hits for others and yet completely hit the mark with your own career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;In no possible way do you even have the right to come out your face and call Beyonce and Ciara out, you wrote some songs, you got paid, you cashed the checks, you brought a bum hat, now keep it moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ugh so disgusted with her right now, my mind is on freeze.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for more of Keri One Hit Hilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Come on man the beef is so not needed!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-8071141124013177790?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8071141124013177790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=8071141124013177790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8071141124013177790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8071141124013177790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/silly-goose-r-beef-is-for-kids.html' title='Silly Goose, R&amp;B Beef is for kids'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sba-BhNDHOI/AAAAAAAAANM/y9IZXUYvURw/s72-c/Keri-Hilson-u01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-509066150577175598</id><published>2009-03-05T15:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:25:42.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Where Are They Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbBZ1CmZM7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/DPo_DTL0IKw/s1600-h/behindthebeatbook_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309842728435659698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbBZ1CmZM7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/DPo_DTL0IKw/s200/behindthebeatbook_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm pretty sure everyone has myspace but when we all got old enough for Facebook, alot of people found their friends from like daycare days. A couple of friends I ran into in the networking world are doing big things. About majority of are in college and no kids, which is cool and maybe one or two have a bundle of joy. But basically no one is dead or strung out so horribly they cant spell their first name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My homie Dallas surprised me when he put up a status to join his blog and when I went to check it out, I found more friends who was chasing the Music Dream, and they are darn good at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Coming from a performing arts elementary school, I was already aware of my long lost friends' talents but it's nice to know they are using them to get to bigger and better places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHECK THEM OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theurbandoghouse.blogspot.com/"&gt; UrbanDogHouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1946684484577154075-509066150577175598?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/509066150577175598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=509066150577175598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/509066150577175598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/509066150577175598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-are-they-now.html' title='Where Are They Now?'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SbBZ1CmZM7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/DPo_DTL0IKw/s72-c/behindthebeatbook_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-8190649147279362481</id><published>2009-03-03T13:11:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:58:15.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rip That Runway Sexy People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Last night the annual Rip The Runway show came on and I was not dissappointed. The designers were sexdy and fun. But also remembered to dress their models with that same attitude. Famailiar faces were everywhere from Korto who was also a competitive designer in Project Runway 5. I love this lady and her designs so much I can not wait for her collection to come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18zKoCuCI/AAAAAAAAALs/bmNIJISEOWw/s1600-h/Episode7_Blayne_Korto_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309036754207160354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18zKoCuCI/AAAAAAAAALs/bmNIJISEOWw/s200/Episode7_Blayne_Korto_24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;How you make an outfit out of seatbelts??? Beautiful! Thats talking about safety.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Laurieann Gibson was there stirring up trouble as usual, love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;She knows how to get down and make you feel stupid when need be. Its called action Bitch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;On BET she had an All-Access Pass and she made sure she got us the best scoop. BOOMCAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bet.com/Specials/riptherunway09/riptherunway09_videos/video_rtr09_allaccesspass.htm"&gt;http://www.bet.com/Specials/riptherunway09/riptherunway09_videos/video_rtr09_allaccesspass.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Opulent and Decadent and we're OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa17xswREQI/AAAAAAAAALM/hGS0GFPr464/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309035629497094402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa17xswREQI/AAAAAAAAALM/hGS0GFPr464/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Everyone swung by the Nuvo Lounge which is The Word's First Sparkling Liqueur that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa14m42gpNI/AAAAAAAAALE/yIUTNUz1Xzo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;celebrates "Joie de vivre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let me tell you when I was first introduced to the drink I was head over heels, and now have a bottle of my very own that helped me celebrate my past birthday. This drink is so underrated. Pink, bubbly and sophiscated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But anywhooters, the performances were good despite the fact Stanky Leg was part of it, quite honestly its a catchy tune. The hosts looked stunning and again the models were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18a_gt5PI/AAAAAAAAALk/AuygpLtdatM/s1600-h/792b5b5d-c413-9c1d-0ccf-4270912e2715-RTR09_fb_Show_Mavado.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18-pAp3NI/AAAAAAAAAL0/L_-LIMWyVbg/s1600-h/3ad83133-5793-af5d-e063-4065ce0fe4e0-RTR09_fb_Show_Joy_Derek.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309036951342013650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18-pAp3NI/AAAAAAAAAL0/L_-LIMWyVbg/s200/3ad83133-5793-af5d-e063-4065ce0fe4e0-RTR09_fb_Show_Joy_Derek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18a5ziQYI/AAAAAAAAALc/qwqJ2ESBiUI/s1600-h/7f385fb2-b057-959d-f31f-2b0394380ec6-RTR09_fb_Show_YungLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309036337375101314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18a5ziQYI/AAAAAAAAALc/qwqJ2ESBiUI/s200/7f385fb2-b057-959d-f31f-2b0394380ec6-RTR09_fb_Show_YungLA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18a5ziQYI/AAAAAAAAALc/qwqJ2ESBiUI/s1600-h/7f385fb2-b057-959d-f31f-2b0394380ec6-RTR09_fb_Show_YungLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18a5ziQYI/AAAAAAAAALc/qwqJ2ESBiUI/s1600-h/7f385fb2-b057-959d-f31f-2b0394380ec6-RTR09_fb_Show_YungLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18a5ziQYI/AAAAAAAAALc/qwqJ2ESBiUI/s1600-h/7f385fb2-b057-959d-f31f-2b0394380ec6-RTR09_fb_Show_YungLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18a5ziQYI/AAAAAAAAALc/qwqJ2ESBiUI/s1600-h/7f385fb2-b057-959d-f31f-2b0394380ec6-RTR09_fb_Show_YungLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18a5ziQYI/AAAAAAAAALc/qwqJ2ESBiUI/s1600-h/7f385fb2-b057-959d-f31f-2b0394380ec6-RTR09_fb_Show_YungLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Rip The Runway was truly a must event. One of those you had to be there but no matter what it can sti&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa19YsFv8wI/AAAAAAAAAL8/r-vRWpJEFIs/s1600-h/792b5b5d-c413-9c1d-0ccf-4270912e2715-RTR09_fb_Show_Mavado.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309037398845289218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa19YsFv8wI/AAAAAAAAAL8/r-vRWpJEFIs/s200/792b5b5d-c413-9c1d-0ccf-4270912e2715-RTR09_fb_Show_Mavado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ll be enjoyed in the comfort of your room on that cold snowy night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1946684484577154075-8190649147279362481?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8190649147279362481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=8190649147279362481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8190649147279362481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8190649147279362481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/03/rip-that-runway-sexy-people.html' title='Rip That Runway Sexy People'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/Sa18zKoCuCI/AAAAAAAAALs/bmNIJISEOWw/s72-c/Episode7_Blayne_Korto_24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-5759474527394469251</id><published>2009-02-23T17:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:06:20.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danger'/><title type='text'>Danger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SaMkOCYHf9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/V5l-F0cfqZs/s1600-h/ray_j_group_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306124609547370450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SaMkOCYHf9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/V5l-F0cfqZs/s200/ray_j_group_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediatakeout.com/2009/30855-oh_my_danger_from_for_the_love_of_ray_j_takes_more_freaky_pics__she_gets_nekkid__then_gets_lynched.html"&gt;Monica Leon&lt;/a&gt; is her name and you mightve seen her on RayJs new show on BET, i guess Moesha money is long gone. But this chick is crazy and now she claiming that Ray J got her pregnant but yet shacked up with some other dude reportedly also a sibling of a celebrity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.mediatakeout.com/2009/30855-oh_my_danger_from_for_the_love_of_ray_j_takes_more_freaky_pics__she_gets_nekkid__then_gets_lynched.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-5759474527394469251?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/5759474527394469251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=5759474527394469251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5759474527394469251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5759474527394469251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/02/danger.html' title='Danger'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SaMkOCYHf9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/V5l-F0cfqZs/s72-c/ray_j_group_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-4923955032565234160</id><published>2009-02-22T23:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:08:12.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil Wayne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>I Just Don't Get It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SaMeREDIZAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-ESVBXkZlis/s1600-h/wayne5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306118064466060290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SaMeREDIZAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-ESVBXkZlis/s200/wayne5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New accessories to get nowadays is a tattoo. They are personal, convient and sometimes free when your homebody hooks you up&lt;br /&gt;http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshh86aHtxCB9oHD33k8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets stop and wonder about this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lil Wayne, his lyrics are bananas but Lil Wayne high with a tattoo needle, fuck out here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need certification, I need you to have at least 3 years experience and you need to have a million tattoos&lt;br /&gt;Lil Wayne you qualify for only one of this on the checklist&lt;br /&gt;You are the walking advertisement for ink blood, lol&lt;br /&gt;Waynes tattoos are on point though, getting inked on your eyelids, like seriously cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshh86aHtxCB9oHD33k8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to watch this again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed By&lt;br /&gt;If He Can Tat You Up, I Can Too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-4923955032565234160?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/4923955032565234160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=4923955032565234160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/4923955032565234160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/4923955032565234160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-dont-get-it.html' title='I Just Don&apos;t Get It'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SaMeREDIZAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-ESVBXkZlis/s72-c/wayne5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-5958358136131927562</id><published>2009-02-20T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:07:12.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMZ.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediatakeout.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna Fenty'/><title type='text'>Ri-Ri &amp; C.Breezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SaMeAixXOsI/AAAAAAAAAII/LN9Ca70Gblg/s1600-h/blog3-chris-brown-rihanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306117780655258306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SaMeAixXOsI/AAAAAAAAAII/LN9Ca70Gblg/s200/blog3-chris-brown-rihanna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to speak about this. Who said she said that he said. One thing I do know though is that I was waiting for that photo of Rihannas face, got it. TMZ &amp;amp; Mediatakeout.com aint never let a sister down. Now TMZ is currently under investigation on how they "obtained" the photo of Rihannas face. Personally I think they should investigate the Los Angelos Police Department, someone got paid off to do the job. I guess its different when Rihanna gets beaten by Chris Brown instead of Maria Nobody, a lot of police hours are put into this then seem neccassary.&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/1946684484577154075-5958358136131927562?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/5958358136131927562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=5958358136131927562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5958358136131927562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5958358136131927562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/02/ri-ri-cbreezy.html' title='Ri-Ri &amp; C.Breezy'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SaMeAixXOsI/AAAAAAAAAII/LN9Ca70Gblg/s72-c/blog3-chris-brown-rihanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-4307252871964703672</id><published>2009-02-19T08:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:42:32.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Your Age?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SZ1hrD-lXNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yzxq_ZC7uiI/s1600-h/old_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304503328542383314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SZ1hrD-lXNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yzxq_ZC7uiI/s200/old_woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;uh-oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My birthday is almost here, turning 20. . . means i have been around for 2 decades. Ahhh! thats old:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-4307252871964703672?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/4307252871964703672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=4307252871964703672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/4307252871964703672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/4307252871964703672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-your-age.html' title='Whats Your Age?'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SZ1hrD-lXNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yzxq_ZC7uiI/s72-c/old_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-5007550536155239658</id><published>2009-02-18T15:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:01:29.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Icon'/><title type='text'>When I Grow Up I Wanna Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbara 'Barbie' Millicent Roberts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;Barbie was launched in March 9th 1959, her official birthday. She was actually a replica of a doll in Germany named Bild Lilli. Barbie has come a long way from black and white swimsuits offered only in blond or brunette to The baddest bitch on the block.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#99ffff"&gt;Girls the history of the dolls we grew up loving. Barbie in fact had parents, George and Margaret, 4 sisters and 2 brothers, 1 aunt, 2 cousins, 2 boyfriends (different years) Ken and Kevin, Ken being the one around the most and 72+ known friends, not counting Kens side. Barbie was anything and everything, From a doctor to band leader, to sailor to just plain old teen who had a pink convertible. Shes had more drama in her fantasy life than most people have now, from mothers who want to ban Barbie because her breast were to big, to her pregnancy scandal around the year 2000's. What I say To these people. SHOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt;Shes a doll, meaning shes not real, its character created, stand next to her and maybe I should ban you for having bigger breast.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;What grinds my gears though, is when women who call themselves Barbie and yet shows no responsibility to holding that title, you do because you think you're cute and yet you don't have the goals she set for herself or beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff99"&gt;Like I said Barbie was Baddest Bitch, Shes iconic and you're just not!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Theres a reason to this post, trust me, you will be amused!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-5007550536155239658?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/5007550536155239658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=5007550536155239658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5007550536155239658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/5007550536155239658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-grow-up-i-wanna-be.html' title='When I Grow Up I Wanna Be...'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-8783723629766560174</id><published>2009-02-05T12:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:08:06.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etta James'/><title type='text'>Whoa! Talk About Swag Being Jacked Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SYskS-Zvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/DK9Ud8kAMdY/s1600-h/281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299369294938734482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SYskS-Zvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/DK9Ud8kAMdY/s200/281x211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As we all know, our 44th President of The United States of America danced to "At Last" during the neighborhood ball which I might also state was one of the inexpensive balls opened to the public. Very Nice! Suave move! But anyhow so back to the gossip. Someone was tight that their song was used to commemorate the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Etta James called out Beyonce for singing her (Etta J) signature song. The ballad At Last became a hit in 1961. In 2008 Beyonce portrayed Etta James in the movie Cadillac Records and did a wonderful job. But hold up! Etta James got tight that the song was used and sung by Beyonce at the inauguration.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do I smell a hater? Just face the facts you weren't picked to do your own song, lol. Maybe B shouldve properly asked to sing the song but for Etta James to come and start talking bad about both The President and Beyonce, now you tripping. Its a song, maybe you should Obama to sing the song when hes hanging out in the Oval Room.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Get a grip guys, its just a song and its not like Beyonce fucked it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now lets face some hard facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"At Last" is a 1941 song written by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mack Gordon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mack_Gordon"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mack Gordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Harry Warren" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Warren"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Harry Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Musical film" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Musical_film"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;musical film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Orchestra Wives" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orchestra_Wives"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Orchestra Wives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;, starring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="George Montgomery" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Montgomery"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;George Montgomery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ann Rutherford" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann_Rutherford"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ann Rutherford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;. It was first performed in the film and on record by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Glenn Miller" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glenn_Miller"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Glenn Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; and his orchestra, vocal by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ray Eberle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ray_Eberle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ray Eberle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pat Friday" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pat_Friday"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pat Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;. The song was a major hit for Miller, reaching number 14 on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Billboard (magazine)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billboard_(magazine)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Billboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; pop charts in 1942, and it soon became a standard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nat King Cole" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nat_King_Cole"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nat King Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; recorded it in 1957 on his number one album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Love Is the Thing" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_Is_the_Thing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Love Is the Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;. In 1960, it was covered by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Blues" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blues"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; singer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Etta James" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Etta_James"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Etta James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; in a performance that improvised on Warren's melody. James was inducted into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Grammy Hall of Fame Award" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grammy_Hall_of_Fame_Award"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Grammy Hall of Fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; in 1999 for her rendition of the song.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In the decades since its release it has been covered by a number of artists, including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ella Fitzgerald" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ella_Fitzgerald"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ella Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jason Mraz" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jason_Mraz"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Phoebe Snow" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoebe_Snow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Phoebe Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Miles Davis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miles_Davis"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miles Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Martina McBride" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martina_McBride"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Martina McBride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Celine Dion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celine_Dion"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Céline Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lou Rawls" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lou_Rawls"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lou Rawls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Eva Cassidy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eva_Cassidy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eva Cassidy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Christina Aguilera" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christina_Aguilera"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Joni Mitchell" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joni_Mitchell"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Joni Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Stevie Nicks" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stevie_Nicks"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stevie Nicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Norah Jones" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norah_Jones"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Norah Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="The Temptations" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Temptations"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Temptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Stevie Wonder" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stevie_Wonder"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stevie Wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jimmy Scott" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Scott"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jimmy Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, The Manhattan Rhythm Kings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cyndi Lauper" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyndi_Lauper"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cyndi Lauper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Aubrey O'Day" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aubrey_O%27Day"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aubrey O'Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Beyonce Knowles" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beyonce_Knowles"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beyonce Knowles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nikki Yanofsky" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikki_Yanofsky"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nikki Yanofsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. The Etta James version is perhaps the most famous, and is known to be performed at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wedding music" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wedding_music"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;weddings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Wedding receptions" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wedding_receptions"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wedding receptions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; because of its romantic lyrics and sweeping orchestration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On January 20, 2009, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="President of the United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President_of_the_United_States"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Barack Obama" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barack_Obama"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="First Lady of the United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Lady_of_the_United_States"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;First Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Michelle Obama" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelle_Obama"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Michelle Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; danced to various renditions of the song at each of the 10 official balls honoring his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Barack Obama 2009 presidential inauguration" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barack_Obama_2009_presidential_inauguration"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;inauguration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I guess Etta James fears that Beyonce will be inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame because of this one hit song also.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2H9FdxDulG0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2H9FdxDulG0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-8783723629766560174?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8783723629766560174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=8783723629766560174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8783723629766560174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8783723629766560174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/02/whoa-talk-swag-being-jacked-back.html' title='Whoa! Talk About Swag Being Jacked Back'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SYskS-Zvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/DK9Ud8kAMdY/s72-c/281x211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-1103369982193736398</id><published>2009-01-26T23:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:44:15.144-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slave'/><title type='text'>If That Was The Case?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SYH4zSfG2XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6slyFb1vjZ8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296788196783741298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SYH4zSfG2XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6slyFb1vjZ8/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why can't I say nigger? I don't understand the controversy over the word. Its a word, yes man used it against the darker man to degrade them but isn't the word stupid the same exact thing. When I call someone stupid, am I not putting them down? Lowering their self-esteem? There is worst words out there and the fact NAACP can come in and bury the word Nigger is so cliche.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Not once did you hear NAACP offer to ban the word cracker and spic or any other degrading word that could possibly be more damaging. Don't get me wrong I wonder why a white kid in this generation will say "What's up ma nigga?" but come on, we've moved along with what the meaning is said to be. People take things to the heart and it causes a dark cloud of ignorance to surface around our pretty little heads.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;There are way worst things going on that need to be taken care of than the banishment of a word similar to stupid, dumb or the opposite of beautiful. People sit here and blabber about how it hurts their souls when someone says the word nigger, and how painful it is for us to hear it. You were not there during the time that word appeared, you didn't get the beatings our ancestors endured, you didn't have to work harsh days with the blazing sun beating on your naked back, knowing that you wouldn't see your children again because they were going to be sold off on market day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You went through nothing the black slaves from the around the world went through. So if someone decides to call me a NIGGER, I rather be proud because the roads my ancestors paved are being walked upon, to classify me as a Nigger makes me remember that I am where I am today because of them, well off, not in need and know how to defend myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So if anyone decides to say look at that nigger over there, I will smile and say yes please do look at me because in the end I've made it out okay and if the black slaves from a long time ago can endure the word, so can we. Its really that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Signed By&lt;br /&gt;That Nigger From Around The Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-1103369982193736398?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/1103369982193736398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=1103369982193736398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/1103369982193736398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/1103369982193736398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-that-was-case.html' title='If That Was The Case?'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SYH4zSfG2XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6slyFb1vjZ8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-2133657840909214554</id><published>2009-01-23T11:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:45:48.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actress'/><title type='text'>What Is It That I Want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SYH5Tv3xA1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/JwCYV9YN50c/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296788754427609938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SYH5Tv3xA1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/JwCYV9YN50c/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OK guys like my favorite person always says "Ima Keep It A Hundred With You", lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;That's what I'm going to do, just that. I'm actually a 37 year old man living in my parents house waiting for them to die so I can get the master bedroom. ::pause:: OK let me stop lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm really 19 female and I actually just want to be an actress, I have thought that I can act, I can make it believable but I have yet to get the chance to show off my talent. If I could never get the chance to act, one thing I want to fulfill is writing a movie or a TV show. Something that links me to the media. Blogspot is the only place I can just type and let my thoughts fly freeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Right now I'm in the process of writing a book, but for some reason it's s good I'm finding myself wanting to know when the movie is gonna come out and then I think "whoaaaaaa! Naph you gotta finish the first chapter" It's all in my head, its all in the cranium. ITS THERE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If someone maybe Spielberg could just drop me a few bucks to produce my movie I would on the spot. I don't need any writers to do the thinking for me. Well only to spellcheck cause sometimes I find myself overlooking errors that were easy to spot in the first place. Like the spelling of the word "the", it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I decided that I can't put up my story up hear, I mean come on bloggers, next thing you know I'd be watching my work displayed as a lifetime story with washed up Disney characters and that girl who appears on every show and yet you still can't remember her name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Signed By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I Will Be An Actress One Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-2133657840909214554?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/2133657840909214554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=2133657840909214554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2133657840909214554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2133657840909214554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-it-that-i-want.html' title='What Is It That I Want?'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SYH5Tv3xA1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/JwCYV9YN50c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-3452732959824543638</id><published>2009-01-23T08:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:16:57.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>Fools Deception</title><content type='html'>Here's a little story I'm working on, be honest and tell me if it needs work and I'll try to update the story daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was use to having my drink brought at whatever club I happened to be at that night. But tonight was different, everything had been wrong. I was early to wherever I had to be at. "Another Martini please", I asked the bartender who had been trying to make conversation all night. I had blown it, everything I had worked for was going down the drain. Maybe I should start from the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my wedding day, being 22 and in love made life seem so easy. Yet something just wasn't right and I chose to ignore it at the time. There he was Travis (Willams), the man I thought I fell in love with. Who knew everything about me and yet so guarded I had limited access to his life story. It didn't take much for me to be swept off my feet, a simple "Hi you're pretty, what's your name?" It had never worked before but for some reason this time it did. Finding out he was an heir to fortune was added bonus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-3452732959824543638?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3452732959824543638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=3452732959824543638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3452732959824543638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3452732959824543638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/01/fools-deception.html' title='Fools Deception'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-4558259086761198215</id><published>2009-01-22T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:41:28.829-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cry'/><title type='text'>Our Children Shouldn't Have To Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnyw_xxzfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tNVr6tdmsis/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294529760518589938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnyw_xxzfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tNVr6tdmsis/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FACES OF SLAVERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiti's Forgotten Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of children are living in slavery in Haiti -&lt;br /&gt;taken from their families in the rural villages&lt;br /&gt;or given up by desperately poor parents for the promise&lt;br /&gt;of a better life in cities like Port-au-Prince, Jacmel or Les Cayes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise is rarely kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Instead, the children, some as young as 3 years old, are whipped and abused, forced to fetch water, mop floors, wash dishes, care for babies not much younger than they are. They are forbidden to eat at the table and are forced to sleep on concrete or dirt floors.&lt;br /&gt;They rarely get any schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A United Nations study in 1998 estimated&lt;br /&gt;there are 300,000 such children - known as restaveks,&lt;br /&gt;a Creole word meaning "stay with". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The restavek phenomena, like slavery is a system that stresses ownership of the person versus the use of cheap or underpaid labor. The reason that so many of these children can be mistreated and often times beaten to death without any intervention from authorities or other adults is found in the reality that they are seen more as property than child laborers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The life of a restavek is one that is comprised of continual day-to-day menial chores where they must serve everyone around them, and refer to them as monsieur or madame (sir or mam), even to those younger than themselves. They are strictly forbidden to speak unless spoken to. They are not allowed to display any emotions without fear of reprisal, or even voice any opinions about their daily needs. They are rarely provided with a chance for an education, an if so, they are relegated to second rate schools where they may or may not graduate based on the whim of the families who own them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A restavek is easily discernible within the streets&lt;br /&gt;of Haiti with their torn rags and tattered clothes&lt;br /&gt;hanging from their strained and feeble limbs,&lt;br /&gt;often times begging for food and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike a "bonne" (maid) or a "gerant" (grounds keeper),&lt;br /&gt;restaveks do not get paid for their services,&lt;br /&gt;and are forced to perform chores&lt;br /&gt;that others would not dream of doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;However, the most gruesome reality for most of them&lt;br /&gt;is that they are too often killed, raped and abandoned&lt;br /&gt;in the streets once families no longer wish to keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That such children even exist came to widespread attention&lt;br /&gt;with the 1998 publication of the autobiography of&lt;br /&gt;Haitian born Jean-Robert Cadet, a Madeira man&lt;br /&gt;who himself was a restavek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He returned to Haiti and heard the stories of other restaveks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are children like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rene' was severely beaten with a "rigoise"( a whip made of cowhide). Every strike lifted the skin and formed a blister ... He was made to kneel on a bed of hot rocks while holding two mango-sized stones in each hand high above his head. His puffy face was twisted to one side and his ragged shirt was glued to his broken body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Modelene Doristan, a quiet girl about 8 years old,&lt;br /&gt;who was brought to Foyer Maurice Sixto,&lt;br /&gt;a shelter in western Port-au-Prince, by police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They beat me all the time at the woman's house",&lt;br /&gt;she says. Modelene is whispering, pausing to pick&lt;br /&gt;at a wound above her knee as she talks about her owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naki MacPherson, a small boy with dark scars on his forehead and chest,&lt;br /&gt;who looks about 7, but doesn't know his age. His owner beats him with a rock&lt;br /&gt;when he doesn't work hard or fast enough. He is safe this day, playing a game&lt;br /&gt;of marbles at Foyer L'Escale, a shelter in northern Port-au-prince&lt;br /&gt;for restaveks who have run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A 13 year old restavek girl whose owners burned her severely when they covered her&lt;br /&gt;with hair spray and lit it. "They lit the spray on the child to find out if the&lt;br /&gt;spray was really flammable", said Haitian journalist Godfroy Boursiquot. The girl,&lt;br /&gt;who had lived at Foyer L'Escale for three years, also told Boursiquot she was&lt;br /&gt;sexually abused by the 18 year old and 20 year old men who owned her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These restaveks are, surprisingly, not slaves of Haiti's rich, but of those too poor to hire domestic help. "Some of them live in an owner's place that is worse than the place they were living in the countryside", said caretaker Clermei de Rameau, better known as the maternal figure "Mamy George,"at Foyer Maurice Sixto.&lt;br /&gt;"Some of them have slashes on their backs", Ms. Rameau said.&lt;br /&gt;"Some of them get food at home; some of them don't".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once one of those kids was sleeping in a warehouse and a rat chewed&lt;br /&gt;the bottom of his feet," said Ms. Rameau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Social workers at Foyer L'Escale don't discover until well after the restaveks come to stay that many have been raped. Some refuse to tell their stories. One of the girls told Cadet last April how her owner had "given her the pepper", or rubbed a hot pepper in her crotch after finding someone raping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are even a few restaveks who work for families that live in the street,&lt;br /&gt;said Boursiquot, the Haitian journalist. Most owners are reluctant to send restaveks to public school not only because they have to pay for books and uniforms but, more importantly, they lose those hours the child could be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most restaveks, alone and defenseless, live in constant fear of abandonment and punishment. Because it is a longstanding custom, an accepted slavery,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;usually no one intervenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Signed By&lt;br /&gt;Speechless At The Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-4558259086761198215?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/4558259086761198215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=4558259086761198215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/4558259086761198215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/4558259086761198215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-children-shouldnt-have-to-cry.html' title='Our Children Shouldn&apos;t Have To Cry'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnyw_xxzfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tNVr6tdmsis/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-6569417366355657930</id><published>2009-01-22T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:38:02.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-Mobile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATT'/><title type='text'>Rinnng!! Riiiiiing!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnySIiHZoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/31k8R4D0sVw/s1600-h/NCA78I09FCA76TCZECA63JGAVCAD13Z06CA703G83CAGZYDUHCAC0HK4WCABSX9BRCAB2221CCA166I9TCAOES1A9CABAJ5HRCA3D1YE2CAN31JI9CAFCPHEPCAUIICSPCA629N9ECAWJPH7V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294529230292870786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnySIiHZoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/31k8R4D0sVw/s200/NCA78I09FCA76TCZECA63JGAVCAD13Z06CA703G83CAGZYDUHCAC0HK4WCABSX9BRCAB2221CCA166I9TCAOES1A9CABAJ5HRCA3D1YE2CAN31JI9CAFCPHEPCAUIICSPCA629N9ECAWJPH7V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; know a friend who eats an excessive amount of bacon, she calls me from time to time, almost everyday and at odd hours. I am quite not sociable so I decided to make some calls of my own. I would normally call at 9-10ish pm and we'd have a very meaningful conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Then it happened. I would call, she would be asleep, oh hell no cause lord knows she be waking me up, so I would call back and she would answer, groggy. I started to question this friendship, was there someone else she was calling, someone else she picked up for happily. What had I done wrong? I did everything required, I didn't call during peak and she was on my My Faves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Was it a story that I told her that was too long? Or Maybe I had offended her by putting her on hold for a brief 34mins. ::phone rings in background:: Oh here she comes a calling now! Laterz! Smoochez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Signed By&lt;br /&gt;The Subscriber You Are Trying To Reach Is Not Accepting Calls Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-6569417366355657930?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/6569417366355657930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=6569417366355657930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/6569417366355657930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/6569417366355657930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/01/rinnng-riiiiiing_22.html' title='Rinnng!! Riiiiiing!!'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnySIiHZoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/31k8R4D0sVw/s72-c/NCA78I09FCA76TCZECA63JGAVCAD13Z06CA703G83CAGZYDUHCAC0HK4WCABSX9BRCAB2221CCA166I9TCAOES1A9CABAJ5HRCA3D1YE2CAN31JI9CAFCPHEPCAUIICSPCA629N9ECAWJPH7V.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-2833142445869699857</id><published>2009-01-22T07:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:36:20.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playstation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitmen'/><title type='text'>Press Start/Push Pause</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnwkZA_XpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hSr0MxCa2_k/s1600-h/xbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294527344931724946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnwkZA_XpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hSr0MxCa2_k/s200/xbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Saying this makes us feel a bit old but: What the hell is wrong with kids these days? It used to be that youthful acts of rebellion involved a piercing or running off for a day -- not hiring a hit man to murder your parents . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnwxoAMj_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7a-pqNYnyHk/s1600-h/8CAP41HYECA3I0A8LCA62V6LSCAWQ69Z1CAVP3Y3OCA5THBF4CAWNPD86CA3HP7V6CA9N7AC8CAYIKUT8CAHOYQ0DCAN8P38ZCAF1HBZKCA6LQHZACAS3AX18CAL7EQN3CAQK0ZOSCATGNJV8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294527572293226482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnwxoAMj_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7a-pqNYnyHk/s200/8CAP41HYECA3I0A8LCA62V6LSCAWQ69Z1CAVP3Y3OCA5THBF4CAWNPD86CA3HP7V6CA9N7AC8CAYIKUT8CAHOYQ0DCAN8P38ZCAF1HBZKCA6LQHZACAS3AX18CAL7EQN3CAQK0ZOSCATGNJV8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 year-old Cory Ryder was grounded from playing his PlayStation or watching TV for weeks due to his inability to do basic things like not steal, go to school, and avoid getting arrested.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;After stealing $45 from his sister and getting into a heated argument with his parents, he was kicked out of his house, but not with out first threatening to have his family killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;His mother tipped off the police, who sent out an undercover agent to pose as a hitman. Cory offered the officer his father's truck as payment and is quoted as saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnxKMiJW7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/4eD9J1spkSM/s1600-h/8CAUR1193CAQPX2P5CADUILRCCAMMYY1LCA6B0UHCCAGSFFNZCART3Y7MCA8IBXD4CAD2H2O6CA21SYK9CALH8AJLCA1S9IBACAAAJR7JCAE7T4CKCABZ8CZSCAWRYYGCCABVLXUMCAVP2PMJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294527994416159666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnxKMiJW7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/4eD9J1spkSM/s200/8CAUR1193CAQPX2P5CADUILRCCAMMYY1LCA6B0UHCCAGSFFNZCART3Y7MCA8IBXD4CAD2H2O6CA21SYK9CALH8AJLCA1S9IBACAAAJR7JCAE7T4CKCABZ8CZSCAWRYYGCCABVLXUMCAVP2PMJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Two bullets is all it takes." He is now in custody awaiting trial in a Maryland court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You have to be kidding me, it requires a hit for these parents to take some serious action, soon as homie first acted up, you would've gotten your xbox in 34 pieces and would be stuck putting it back together like a jigsaw puzzle. Have fun with that. Funny thing is I bet you his parents brought the lovely game system, he decided he had to have them killed over. What happens when the jury takes pity and sends the kid home, I as the parent has to sleep with one eye open before my son X, B and R1's me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is not the first of the Xbox madness, another kid actually killed his parents, way to go for you loser! I wonder who is going to buy your next game. They don't have Xbox or Playstation in the prisons, they do have play strip twister with your cellmate thought, I heard its kind of fun. Another kid slapped his mom with a taco because she turned his game off while playing. IT ISN'T REAL. You play the game to your level, to your liking, over and over and over again if you freaking want. One thing I know is none of these psychos are black, we need our parents to purchase some accessories for our beloved system and wouldn't harm them when they are doing that favor. I'm going to think twice before my mom toggles my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Signed By&lt;br /&gt;Mom Please Don't Unplug My System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1946684484577154075-2833142445869699857?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/2833142445869699857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=2833142445869699857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2833142445869699857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2833142445869699857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/01/press-startpush-pause.html' title='Press Start/Push Pause'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnwkZA_XpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hSr0MxCa2_k/s72-c/xbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-849735153756274248</id><published>2009-01-22T00:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:27:40.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mistress'/><title type='text'>Something A Little Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnvqLszODI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Q0O5rt4_GCU/s1600-h/poetry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294526344924969010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnvqLszODI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Q0O5rt4_GCU/s200/poetry1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So once a couple blogs ago, you read my outspoken side. I rant to the blogger world about random bull but real topics. I don't call myself a writer but I have thoughts that could fill up a book. Something you guys don't know is I love poetry, the ways the words come into focus, how reality and fantasy tie tongues, magic happens. I got skills when it comes to my pen touching paper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I always thought that my over imaginative thoughts could make it out in the world, I'm seriously my own hypeman, lol. Artistically, I've got talent, I can act, I can write but best of all I can dream. I write poems that makes one think.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm into reading and rhyming but I also love a thought twister. Maybe one day I can be like Maya Angelou or a star in my childs eyes for taking my thoughts to paper or maybe no one will read my poetry and I'll have my dreams all to myself, as long as I can write, read and think, my words will always be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294525997874688818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnvV-1kMzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ED75mu3EeuE/s200/poetry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my poems, hope you like=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sweet kisses from my mistress&lt;br /&gt;I knew you couldn't stay away&lt;br /&gt;As I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Remembered all the tender moments&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses start to stray&lt;br /&gt;But I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Didn't even know my mistress&lt;br /&gt;While I knew how sweet the kiss was&lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Closed my eyes and memorized&lt;br /&gt;What kind of lips it was&lt;br /&gt;While I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Counted to eternity for I never wanted it to end&lt;br /&gt;Even I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Knew that the sweet kisses would stop&lt;br /&gt;So quickly I returned them&lt;br /&gt;Because I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Knew I would remember&lt;br /&gt;How sweet the kisses always were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tell me what you think!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed By&lt;br /&gt;A Poetic Mistress&lt;/span&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/1946684484577154075-849735153756274248?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/849735153756274248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=849735153756274248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/849735153756274248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/849735153756274248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-little-different.html' title='Something A Little Different'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnvqLszODI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Q0O5rt4_GCU/s72-c/poetry1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-8767560726653410691</id><published>2009-01-22T00:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:22:40.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biggie Smalls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HipHop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.I.G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil Kim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notorious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>All About The Love For HipHop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnuyfZqvSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ohXQlOKiPuc/s1600-h/unbelieveable-a-tribute-to-biggie-smalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294525388140756258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnuyfZqvSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ohXQlOKiPuc/s200/unbelieveable-a-tribute-to-biggie-smalls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So I had to watch the movie Notorious twice, not only did they portray the Infamous Biggie Smalls perfectly, the cast around him did a wonderful job. Myself being in the audience laughed when they laughed, cried when needed and spit a few like Lil Kim in the room. The movie was as if we were there in the beginning and we were there in the end, which was tragic as you should all know. You realize in life that's all you have is "LIFE", you can determine how you want it all to unfold.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Biggie dedicated his life to music (HipHop), making it for his kids and proving to the industry he could rap about Brooklyn while making the thoughts philosophical. Talent is something that is embedded within from birth, all you need is some sunlight, water and strong beliefs to make it true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Paper chasing isn't always fun unless you chasing a dream along with it. Biggie might've rapped about Bitches and Money one day but he realized that there's more to life when the world is behind him waiting for his dreams to unveil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Would you call him a role model? I know I would just for the fact that he can never sugarcoat it, he's been there and done that. No Bull! Biggie Smalls, Notorious B.I.G is forevermore a lyrical genius who isn't forgotten, with his life cut short at 24, a hole was left in the heart of Brooklyn, he gave the world a taste of true self and has left the rest for us to find. In the end we should discover our talents and fill the gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Signed By&lt;br /&gt;"No Dream Is Too Big"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-8767560726653410691?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8767560726653410691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=8767560726653410691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8767560726653410691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8767560726653410691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-about-love-for-hiphop.html' title='All About The Love For HipHop!'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SXnuyfZqvSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ohXQlOKiPuc/s72-c/unbelieveable-a-tribute-to-biggie-smalls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-8161063624151978693</id><published>2008-12-24T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:38:50.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoiled brats'/><title type='text'>No Respect For The Dollar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVJ_s_RsY_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/6qE7pFqhd5I/s1600-h/quince_invite_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283425723735630834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVJ_s_RsY_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/6qE7pFqhd5I/s200/quince_invite_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Remember those wack sweet sixteen parties on mtv about those spoiled brats, the ones who curse out their parents because the interior to their brand new Mercedes with the suicide doors wasn’t the color they wanted. Who are these kids? Like seriously let my kid act up like that one day forget me sending them to some desert country, I’m beating them right there in front of their friends to high hell. It was a disgrace to see how these kids rule their parents and how the parents would say "how high", when the brats said jump. I don’t know if it’s the parents show off demeanor but I blame them a 100% for not teaching their kids boundaries and then you're on national TV, like hello can you scream embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVJ_tAbGvVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/S_eR2WSPbiU/s1600-h/angry_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283425724043541842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVJ_tAbGvVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/S_eR2WSPbiU/s200/angry_baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My question is what happens when these people lose their money or these kids grow up and can't make their own. I want to see MTV make a reality show about thats titled Riches to Rags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;If my mom ever got to throw me such a party about coming to age and becoming an adult and I even rolled my eyes and showed any disrespect best believe I would not be on this blog right now writing to you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Don’t let ACS tell you, that you can't discipline your child*, their reproduction!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol, I don’t hit kids&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVKBjyObGJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DvnKSJmBv9s/s1600-h/128454255919730000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427764636686482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVKBjyObGJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DvnKSJmBv9s/s200/128454255919730000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/1946684484577154075-8161063624151978693?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/8161063624151978693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=8161063624151978693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8161063624151978693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/8161063624151978693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-respect-for-dollar.html' title='No Respect For The Dollar'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVJ_s_RsY_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/6qE7pFqhd5I/s72-c/quince_invite_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-7685487211076496006</id><published>2008-12-23T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:46:53.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk About A Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So whenever I go online and check out those sites where people leave comments behind, I forever love to read them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So i'm on aol reading the comments to ''The Worst Christmas Gift From A New Guy''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and the very first comment goes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"My last boyfriend gave me a diamond ring last year, as if I was supposed to marry him, he barely topped a $100,000 a year. Ladies you know we couldn't live like that, Give me a what what !!!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVGho1ybEYI/AAAAAAAAADw/WAVXQtSmfck/s1600-h/Pink%2520Diamond%2520Ring%252028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283181560887710082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVGho1ybEYI/AAAAAAAAADw/WAVXQtSmfck/s200/Pink%2520Diamond%2520Ring%252028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;::Temptations records scratching in background::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WHAAAAA!!!! ::serious face:: umm no i dont get you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVGhpHkx7vI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pllqLOdonZo/s1600-h/attachment-one-face-slap.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283181565662326514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVGhpHkx7vI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pllqLOdonZo/s200/attachment-one-face-slap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I swear some people are just as artifical like the bum sodas in the corner stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1946684484577154075-7685487211076496006?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/7685487211076496006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=7685487211076496006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/7685487211076496006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/7685487211076496006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2008/12/talk-about-bitch.html' title='Talk About A Bitch'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVGho1ybEYI/AAAAAAAAADw/WAVXQtSmfck/s72-c/Pink%2520Diamond%2520Ring%252028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-4711230402036101374</id><published>2008-12-23T13:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:47:40.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hysterical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Now i'm a youtube fanatic, and can sit for hours watching funny videos to old MadTv episodes to Beyonce new video Halo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But one man who never fails to make me laugh is Will Hatcher, he is a  youtube comedian who remixes songs and other silly junk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My personal favorite is Confessions of An Internet Thug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z48-gKV5eds"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z48-gKV5eds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Check out his other videos, its so worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-4711230402036101374?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/4711230402036101374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=4711230402036101374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/4711230402036101374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/4711230402036101374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2008/12/hysterical.html' title='Hysterical'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-358237357882076482</id><published>2008-12-23T12:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:54:46.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk About Awkward Situations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Check these billboards out....I swear they did this on purpose....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhnMfKZDI/AAAAAAAAADo/ViBRXHsNkfA/s1600-h/billboard_what_are_you_looking_at.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283040795132847154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhnMfKZDI/AAAAAAAAADo/ViBRXHsNkfA/s200/billboard_what_are_you_looking_at.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hmm I wonder what would Jesus do??? Wheres my WWJD Bracelet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhm8J7kzI/AAAAAAAAADg/MUkKzMDNvsA/s1600-h/2853232442_606a615086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283040790748828466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhm8J7kzI/AAAAAAAAADg/MUkKzMDNvsA/s200/2853232442_606a615086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Drinking and driving is very bad, Reality check: Each year ,an estimated 7,000 people under 21 die from alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhVPvUUII/AAAAAAAAADQ/_0IYzveZ0RQ/s1600-h/2853231860_cfcceba1db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283040486768267394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhVPvUUII/AAAAAAAAADQ/_0IYzveZ0RQ/s200/2853231860_cfcceba1db.jpg" border="0" /&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;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmm thats a funny one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhU0DylAI/AAAAAAAAADI/0ysy-wck4uU/s1600-h/2853231782_44b69587e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283040479337944066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhU0DylAI/AAAAAAAAADI/0ysy-wck4uU/s200/2853231782_44b69587e9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh please Ronald McDonalds did not come to my doorstep with a ak-47 and a bigmac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhTHu5I9I/AAAAAAAAADA/K4VMJZhISEw/s1600-h/2852399279_e64e7a5c0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283040450259264466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhTHu5I9I/AAAAAAAAADA/K4VMJZhISEw/s200/2852399279_e64e7a5c0a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;hmm, lol. . . 666 hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhmy2vZVI/AAAAAAAAADY/EZ77Oc3tXB0/s1600-h/2853232022_df45f405e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283040788252419410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhmy2vZVI/AAAAAAAAADY/EZ77Oc3tXB0/s200/2853232022_df45f405e6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhS_9cxHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A5--F_O1Q90/s1600-h/2852398785_5368e7107b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283040448172835954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhS_9cxHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A5--F_O1Q90/s200/2852398785_5368e7107b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There goes my bacon and egg sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1946684484577154075-358237357882076482?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/358237357882076482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=358237357882076482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/358237357882076482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/358237357882076482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2008/12/talk-about-awkward-situations.html' title='Talk About Awkward Situations'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SVEhnMfKZDI/AAAAAAAAADo/ViBRXHsNkfA/s72-c/billboard_what_are_you_looking_at.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-185368013849937933</id><published>2008-12-19T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:21:38.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Up!! Wait A Minute, HipHop At Its Worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SUyAzhoWZmI/AAAAAAAAABI/J_2TD1MGRdg/s1600-h/soulja-boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281738085688043106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SUyAzhoWZmI/AAAAAAAAABI/J_2TD1MGRdg/s320/soulja-boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2007 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Disaster&lt;/span&gt; hit my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soulja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So as I was told by my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nunu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Stacks,"The younger age group likes him". . . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Are public schools feeding tomorrows future three course meals of ghetto? or are underage drinkers sipping on gin and stupidity&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Soulja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Boy Tell 'Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You are seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;homie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sad to say you making millions. I told my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; write a song called "Chicken Wings and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Neckbone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blowup like one of the bombs Bush still trying to find. My song gonna have a hot hook &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; goes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Do the Chicken Wing, now do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;neckbone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Now repeat that 6 times and twitch your neck and pay me millions bitches! We raining dollars on these hoes. Cash my checks, get these hoes and do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;NECKBONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Music today is no longer the same and frankly will never be if we let people like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Soulja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Boy Tell 'Em produce more shit. I vote that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hip hop&lt;/span&gt; moguls kick him out of the Society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go call Jay-Z and Lil Wayne to see what they think!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Signed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Future Rapper In The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hip Hop&lt;/span&gt; Biz (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;NeckBone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Productions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-185368013849937933?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/185368013849937933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=185368013849937933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/185368013849937933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/185368013849937933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2008/12/hold-up-wait-minute-hiphop-at-its-worst.html' title='Hold Up!! Wait A Minute, HipHop At Its Worst'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SUyAzhoWZmI/AAAAAAAAABI/J_2TD1MGRdg/s72-c/soulja-boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-2658515817030465792</id><published>2008-12-19T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:25:40.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeny, meeny, miny moe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SUxXkcNvQiI/AAAAAAAAABA/CZdEU6EiXTY/s1600-h/laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281692746559472162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SUxXkcNvQiI/AAAAAAAAABA/CZdEU6EiXTY/s320/laughing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Do you know how you are going to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can you pick and choose? Eeny, meeny, miny moe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Like while rolling in a wad of 100 dollar bills have a heart attack or choke on your fingernail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Look at how this dude died, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The fatal guffaw struck Alex Mitchell, a 50-year-old English bricklayer on March 24, 1975, while he and his wife watched his favorite TV sitcom, The Goodies. Mitchell found a sketch called "Kung Fu Kapers" so hilarious that he laughed for 25 minutes straight, until his heart gave out and he died. Mitchell's wife sent the show a letter thanking the producers and performers for making her husband's last moments so enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now lemme picture myself watching Boondocks with Riley calling Santa a Bitch Ass Nigga, What if I died during that, I would be tight as hell, cause I did not get to finish watching the rest of the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All I can say is when I die, it better be worth my laughter, and Heaven better be entertaining. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Signed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A Laughing Chick From Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-2658515817030465792?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/2658515817030465792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=2658515817030465792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2658515817030465792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/2658515817030465792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2008/12/eeny-meeny-miny-moe.html' title='Eeny, meeny, miny moe!'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SUxXkcNvQiI/AAAAAAAAABA/CZdEU6EiXTY/s72-c/laughing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946684484577154075.post-3710387950139071055</id><published>2008-12-19T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:54:06.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transportation'/><title type='text'>MTA Why You F&amp;%$ing With Me Man???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SUxPYRboasI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cKZ8rvI9FTY/s1600-h/632_x600_ft_bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281683741413501634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SUxPYRboasI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cKZ8rvI9FTY/s320/632_x600_ft_bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Mass Transportation&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Public transport (or public transportation, public transit or mass transit) comprises passenger transportation services which are available for use by the general public, as opposed to modes for private use such as automobiles or vehicles for hire. Some services are free though most charge some sort of fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some sort of fare?????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now I have to scrape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; 100 other pennies out of my couch to add up to $3, I call that couch rape. The service is unreliable and the bus drivers are rude, you lucky I can't smack ya cause the 7 years in prison junk, blah blah! But seriously wages aren't going up but my fare is, does that seem fair?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I do not believe you MTA when you say you spent all your stolen cash from the people on changes, I ain't see a damn thing but more rats, more people. . . MORE RAT PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So this year I decided to get my legal papers to drive, I rather spend my cash on insurance for when I hit a persons bumper than make quarters to ride a overpacked, loud, smelly NYC bus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poor City Girl Still Waiting For The Bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946684484577154075-3710387950139071055?l=pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/feeds/3710387950139071055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1946684484577154075&amp;postID=3710387950139071055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3710387950139071055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946684484577154075/posts/default/3710387950139071055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pardonmyintellect.blogspot.com/2008/12/mtta-why-you-f-with-man.html' title='MTA Why You F&amp;%$ing With Me Man???'/><author><name>N.Kisses*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05235157820181629755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SyXRpw4wuVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HIkYU9n0ykM/S220/100_1231.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cAECpIsIXsc/SUxPYRboasI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cKZ8rvI9FTY/s72-c/632_x600_ft_bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
