<?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-1223032850508688433</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:33:47.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perki-alice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223032850508688433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perki-alice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>estefani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876539446666564737</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223032850508688433.post-8874302192520785923</id><published>2008-05-12T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:30:57.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s all those &lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt; stupid apps people keep loading on. I mean c&amp;#39;mon Mark, if you cut down on the &lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt; pokes, teddy bears, baseball shit and film star quizzes, you would need those millions of extra servers, you could shove a few .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;McCain&amp;#39;s had every opportunity to back off his "Hamas hearts Obama" remarks. Well, he just doubled down. "It&amp;#39;s very obvious to everyone that Senator Obama shares nothing of the values or goals of Hamas, which is a terrorist organization .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Side Visual Note: On the drive to me and my &lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt; buddy&amp;#39;s spot he had his favorite radio station on and all I remember is just random Tejano music playing. Since I never learned Spanish I have no idea what they are saying and all the .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaiya goes out in the wee hours of the morning to smoke, and Greg gets &lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt; goofy at 5AM with no sleep. Greg goes out with her and quickly gets bored. Greg then notices a few key facts about his surroundings. .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He kept on looking at me and smiling at me and pointing at me it was &lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt; awesome. ALEX TOOK HIS TOP OFF OMG! He’s so &lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt; hot. But like before Alex screamed he would look at the sound guy behind him and say ‘now’. .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Making it even worse, that ATM card was the ONLY &lt;b&gt;FUCKING&lt;/b&gt; SOURCE of liquid cash I had at the time, and would be my only source of currency, save an overbalanced credit card. I checked back with the event staff lost and found the next day .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuck&lt;/b&gt;. No matter how much I was not in the mood there is no saying no to my Grandmother. My Grandmother and I have never got along. Never. Not even when I was little. And she is not a quiet person either. She once made us go eat in a .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;. called the school to inquire as to why parents had not been told about this, the school’s line was that they ‘did not want to cause a panic’. Well, guess what? CHILD ABDUCTION IS SOMETHING TO &lt;b&gt;FUCKING&lt;/b&gt; PANIC ABOUT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naturally in my shock the only thing I remembered leaving the room 30 minutes later (with no interview) was “how &lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt; cool was that” and “who writes a song called ‘&lt;b&gt;Fuck&lt;/b&gt; and Run’”. But the beauty of Exile in Guyville - one of those .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both of these sets of photos show exactly what the &lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt; the problem is with the NYC government. Instead of working FOR us, they only want to work against us, taking as much of our money as they &lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt; can. And for what? .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"How did you know I wanted to &lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt; that cheerleader / athlete?" She / He was pretty hot. I think we all wanted to &lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt; &amp;#39;em. "Nice theory, jackass, but you didn&amp;#39;t account for the fact that I have a magic wand and can make more gasoline. .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miss Piggy covering Peaches&amp;#39; "&lt;b&gt;Fuck&lt;/b&gt; the Pain Away." [via]&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He&amp;#39;s pretty sure that he just passed out from sheer orgasm, and that&amp;#39;s both embarrassing as &lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt; and kind of epic amazing, because he&amp;#39;s kind of a bastard and hard to impress when it comes to orgasms, and this one, damn. It impressed. .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wolfson: &lt;b&gt;Fuck&lt;/b&gt; you. That’s way premature, and there have been no conversations. This is not about debt, or who the veep will be. Its about winning primaries and beating John McCain in the Fall. On “Meet the Press” Punkin Haid Russert .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if there&amp;#39;s nothing. thousands of years into the future, no one will remember any of this, no one will really CARE what we did or who we were.. so why the &lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt; does it matter? I just NEED some kind of PROOF. .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have mercy - Princess Donna with her delicious evil domination is armed with &lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt; machines and let loose on Sara Jane Ceylon to unleash full throttle orgasms and pussy punishment. Princess Donna exploits her intimate kinky knowledge .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt; all of you, I’m PRO-SKUB!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223032850508688433-8874302192520785923?l=perki-alice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223032850508688433/posts/default/8874302192520785923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223032850508688433/posts/default/8874302192520785923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perki-alice.blogspot.com/2008/05/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>estefani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876539446666564737</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>
