<?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-3916909</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:52:33.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Don't Get It</title><subtitle type='html'>Instant Messaging transcripts by lving, breathing beta males.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-89210912</id><published>2003-02-16T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T16:53:40.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bowling for Burgers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; I could never date a girl that eats double chili cheese burgers from hardees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; i dunno, i think that's the girl to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; this is a kind of good naked/bad naked discussion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-89210912?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/89210912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/89210912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89210912' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-88766893</id><published>2003-02-08T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T12:05:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The International Language&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; You know how they say smoking makes you look cool?  I hope chain&lt;br /&gt;smoking makes you look like the baddest MFer on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; only if you wear an antiqued leather motorcycle jacket.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; i'm such a cock when it comes to smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; i praise myself for not doing it, but that's only because i'm not around the smokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; when i am, I'm on the prowl to bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; girls can bum cigarettes quite easily.  I wonder if they know how good&lt;br /&gt;their lives are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; pretty much everything is at their fingertips.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; that includes the bad, admittedly.  but on a scale... ain't even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; where we face Everest, they face Blueberry Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; it's really like the hit movie "better off dead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; we all have our own K-12 to conquer, our own Roy Stalin to rid of, our own two dollars to deal with paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; and there are never any good drugs around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-88766893?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/88766893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/88766893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88766893' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-85082638</id><published>2002-11-25T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T17:21:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Belgique&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; i trust your judgement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; good thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; if i were blind, i'd trust you to tell me which girls were hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; i'd set you up with a hottie, no doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; if i were deaf, i would trust you to tell me which girls weren't annoying as hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; i hope she smells like flowers or something pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; waffles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; oh, i'd let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; waffles and jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; the new fragrance from elizabeth arden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; that would have me in seconds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-85082638?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/85082638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/85082638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85082638' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-84590645</id><published>2002-11-15T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T12:09:05.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;White Collar Crime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; maybe we'd have better luck with girls if we took a businessman's standpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; how was your third quarter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; not much return there, peterson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; i'm looking to increase sensitivity in the fourth quarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; it takes women to get women, sir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; i'm trying to create buzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; shall i make my love publicly available?  an IPO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; baby, how do you like the idea of dividends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; my love pays big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; let me show you a graph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; this relationship is no longer profitable, baby.  may the ventures of the future be profitable.  good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-84590645?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84590645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84590645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84590645' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-84590628</id><published>2002-11-15T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T12:10:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Heathers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; you know, that show scrubs is funny, but i get tired of the didactic endings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; the balance between sentimentality and sarcasm always tips to the former in the end, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; i like a show that presupposes i don't give a shit about anything but the comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; i don't want to hear anti drug messages at the end or child abuse hotline numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; if i wanted to change my life, i would turn off the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; "if you or someone you know is the victim of domestic violence, blah blah blah...."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; please, just make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; and show me some more heather locklear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; schwing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; if heather locklear was on every tv show, tv wouldn't suck so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; even ABC would be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; i could even stomach "touched by an angel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; she's got oodles of sass.  sass is a rare commodity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; sass can't be taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; you can't own sass either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; it can only own you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; bold statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-84590628?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84590628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84590628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84590628' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-84534911</id><published>2002-11-14T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T09:55:22.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Low Rise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; i busted out some new jeans last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; and by busted i don't mean blew them out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; did you buy them last night or were they New Old Stock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; last night.  they are new old looking stock.  NOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; i love the vintage styles Levi's is bringing back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; it's as if they've heard my prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; i think my inspector, I-53, may have been pissed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; why for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; there were about twenty "inspected by" tags in my pocket!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; i can only imagine how distraught the inspector was.  i empathize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; he/she was probably just trying to be thorough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; i think it was an action of desperation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; maybe they're getting no respect at levi's world headquarters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; I would return any pair of jeans that didn't have an inspector's endorsement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; and womens jeans these days...man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; the women have some nice jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; i hope they are comfortable, for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; i think just now jeans are getting to the apex of artistic and technical achievement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; and comfortability.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; my sources say the sexy jeans are also comfortable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; finally, function and form are shaking hands and no one's getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt; which is the sexier word: jeans or dungarees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; depends on if you're a prisoner or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-84534911?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84534911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84534911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84534911' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-84240503</id><published>2002-11-08T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T10:10:09.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's In There&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: so did you hit that tortellini last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: that's not a euphemism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: no, actually. i skipped dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: forgot to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: have you ever wondered why the single guy pasta sauce selection is so thin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i can only find mushroom in the small jar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: and sometimes i feel like a garden vegtables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: this has troubled me before, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: and my tortellini is already mushroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: what i want is barilla in a small jar.  spicy pepper, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: but i can't buy a big jar.  it'll just sit in my fridge till i move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: so it's the same in your neck of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: and the pesto jars are deceptive creatures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: you have to leave a note for yourself that there is still sauce in an open jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: put the note in the yellow pages where the pizza parlour listings are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: but is it crusty?  i'm not down with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: it's not crusty.  the rim of the jar might be crusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: that wasn’t a euphemism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: it's plenty moist inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i like it a little chunky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: something to hold on to.  for your tastebuds of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i don't care for sauce with carrots up in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: but a crisp pepper. dayum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i'm not into gimmicks so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i just want a sauce with great flavor that doesn't run all over the plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i want all that, but i want it in a single guy size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: you know, if you compare the unit price, you're getting gouged on that single guy size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: once again, that's not a euphemism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i never find the large jars to be cost effective for just myself.  if there's two or three people in the mix.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: pas des euphemisms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: how much sauce do you like on your pasta?  i guess that's where our styles might be in conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i like a good covering.  the small jar is a little too much, but i can leave that in the pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i like a sopping wet mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: if i can, at any moment during my meal, grab a spoonful of sauce and just let it slide down my throat sans pasta, i'm happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i like that on say...angel hair.  but for tortellini, it can carry itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i don't want to quell the tasty surprise wrapped in it's protective noodle blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: you'd be tough to beat in court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: maybe i should have been a lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: you're too good for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i could stand a career change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i love what i do, but i'm not doing it so much anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: sure.  me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-84240503?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84240503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84240503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84240503' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-84240371</id><published>2002-11-08T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T10:06:23.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dark Ages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: so would you say that the character ross is the most fun to write for on the hit nbc sitcom friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i would find it frustrating and perhaps suffocating.  having to write all those whiny lines, but still knowing that he whines for real, honest reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i can see that, but oftentimes he gets the best jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: but aren't they usually at his own expense?  i would find that hard to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: so who would you want to write for?  friends fan fiction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i really like it when rachel says "Joey" in a certain way.  It's very short and you know, it's uncanny, she manages to accent both syllables equally.  i'd like to write some stuff like that for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i also think that gunther could hold his own in a spinoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: that's a pretty ballsy thing to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i mean, they'd have to add something to his character, like maybe he's training to be a NASCAR driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: some dutch flavor, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: OH---and Rachel haunts Gunther's reverie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: so who would you vote for weakest character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: I gotta go with Mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: same here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: if you notice, in earlier episodes she seemed to have at least half a brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: but now, she's a 2-dimensional catch-all for easy put downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: it's true.  too much focus on the OCD.  no real character growth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: however, i'm most attracted to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: Monica is easy on the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i like a simple woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: Monica is simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: and she can cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: not according to her mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: do you see the "Marcel period" as being Friends' dark ages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i haven't seen them all.  but i found it kind of cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: monkey humor is overdone, and i get a little embarrassed when i see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: midget humor suffers in a similar manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: monkey and midgets are tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-84240371?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84240371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84240371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84240371' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-84193029</id><published>2002-11-07T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T14:37:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;We Were On a Break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i've been sending emails all day.  ick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: to who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: jesus@heaven.org?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: RE: go to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: &gt;&gt;why would you say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: &gt;burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: &gt;&gt;what would i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: this begs the question.  heaven is an org?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: why the collection then?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i figured it wouldn't be a .com or a .gov, or an .edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: you have a point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: this is an interesting theological point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: we're in uncharted territory here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: indeed.  it's not a .tv  --heaven's been around longer than .tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: .mil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: .biz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: there are certainly sects for the edus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: maybe heaven is itself to big to be under one suffix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: maybe it's locational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: we need to start calling ministers, priests, and preachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: get ecumenical on that ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: that's what it is.  heaven.ecu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: that encompasses all sects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i think that works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: let's propose it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i'll send the idea to his almighty greatness tonight right after i pray for another season of Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-84193029?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84193029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84193029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84193029' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-84191313</id><published>2002-11-07T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T13:52:59.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;…And Roll Out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i need a new grilling buddy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: it's the perfect crisp fall weather for some grilling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i got a pass for two to an advanced screening of a movie next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: but grilling alone, you know.  it's not that fun.  and let's not even get into safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: no, you need someone to catch runaway briquettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i need a bactine administrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: and to keep you from the dangers of overseasoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: you're right.  i cannot say when. i spice it up too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: what movie is the advanced screening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: it shows that you are a passionate man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: a movie about the brothas on motown recordings that got no love on the liner notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: marvin gaye had plenty of love for the ladies, but not for his backing band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: let's get it on indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: fur coats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: are you asking my position on fur coats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i'd wear one if the right david bowie song were playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: no, are there any fur coats in the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i haven't seen it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: wanna wear a wig, call me honey and go see it with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: so who's the lucky lady you're going to take.  sounds like the perfect movie for a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: are the tickets gender specific?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: general admission.  male. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i was gonna see if bjork was available.  she's into music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i'd do the wig thing, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i'd like to go with a girl, but then, well, you know.  that'd mean i'd have to ask one to go with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: put up flyers.  there is still time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: it would be captainous, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i'll fire up the silk screen press tonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: what image would grab a girl's attention most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: let's see.  girls.  what do they like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: atari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: the atari logo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i heard that those transformers t-shirts make girls hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: so yeah, a flyer with a huge picture of optimus prime that says: DATE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: you mean the fabric doesn't breathe?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: does the decepticons make them hotter.  cause you're a bad boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: the fabric breathes plenty, but when a guy sports a decepticons shirt, it's the girl who has trouble breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: TRANSFORM MY LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: ooooh.  good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: kapow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: My love: more than meets the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-84191313?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84191313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84191313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84191313' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-84136153</id><published>2002-11-06T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T13:47:30.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;All Access&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i'm pretty sure that any girl that knew you owned a headphone amplifier powered by vaccum tubes would get pretty turned on by it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i'd have to be good with my hands too wouldn't i?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: i think you could do whatever you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: the girls love a hi-fi guru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: it's a backstage pass.  so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: who's the performer?  i mean, who's going backstage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: it's a conceptual backstage pass. it's all theory at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-84136153?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84136153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84136153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84136153' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-84078287</id><published>2002-11-05T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T13:11:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Nothing Special&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt; i just want to make girls weak in the knees with my cd collection.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper: &lt;/b&gt; so what are you packing in the arsenal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie: &lt;/b&gt; eh, nothing special.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie: &lt;/b&gt; just want to find some new stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper: &lt;/b&gt; so you'll weaken their knees with "nothing special," huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-84078287?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84078287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84078287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84078287' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-84025029</id><published>2002-11-04T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T14:21:06.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;No Doubt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: i think a stamp (think ink pad) that sad "true" on it would be great to carry around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: when someone says "true dat" you can stamp some shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: true it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: physically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: make it official&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: like a notary public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: judge be all like "you gots to get that trued"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: s'cool, yo.  check out my stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper&lt;/b&gt;: dat true enuff for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie&lt;/b&gt;: approach the bench, muthafucka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-84025029?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84025029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84025029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84025029' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-84024299</id><published>2002-11-04T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T14:08:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;No Balls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: damn, i want to go eat a Sicilian and get drunk.  That would be fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: with one sentence, you've made me more unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: strike that from the record.  i can't stop thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: i must eat a Sicilian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: i must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: sicily.  oh sicily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: bring your bounty forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: let me feel its warmth and taste its juices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: what do they brush on the crust?  olive oil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: and the stinky, stinky onions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: perfection is what they brush on the crust.  perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: i shall not discriminate between a corner and a center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: they both have separate but equal personalities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: and ye shall be rewarded &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: who would have guessed root beer goes so well with a sicilian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: We could also title the blog "Penis Envy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: Girls Don't Get It -or- Penis Envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: in french!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: what would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: i'll bable it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: babel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: i'm going to guess for one:  les filles ne comprede pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: that's too french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: this is good though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: i wonder if loses the impact, however&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: envie de penis.  an accent egiue above the 'e' in penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: let's stick with les filles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: i am tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: it doesn't have to be in french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: I like the French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: me too.  a sicilian and beer makes the day less queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: when I say "seattle" what do you tihnk of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: tossed salad and scrambled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: me too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: we're so alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: if i was a political nerd, i'd say microsoft, but i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: if i was into archifartcutecture i'd say the space needle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: if i was into guys, i'd say Nordstrom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: i still watch the beginning of frasier to see what crazy thing will be on the skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: i love the balloon.  makes me feel so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: the balloon is good.  i like the blinking light.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: black heart procession. eh.  this sounds like it should either be in a james bond movie or david lynch movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: character and director, respectively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: I need a colorful drink with a couple of umbrellas in it to appreciate that new record of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: i can see that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: I wish I could see it.  3:30.  5:30 I can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: i'm shooting for 6.  it may become 5 though, if unsupervised.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: i'm a good employee, i swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: i'm reading about how we blasted the fuck out of a car in yemen today.  that shit's fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: that is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopper:&lt;/b&gt;: hope they siphoned some fuel outta that beee-oytch.  that shit's expensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheelie:&lt;/b&gt;: we drive remote control planes around and shoot shit up?  have we no balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-84024299?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84024299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84024299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84024299' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916909.post-84023400</id><published>2002-11-04T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T13:53:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Por Quoi?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needed to air our not-so-dirty laundry.  Forgive us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916909-84023400?l=girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84023400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916909/posts/default/84023400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlsdontgetit.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84023400' title=''/><author><name>Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971139823474280017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
