<?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-4142103</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:20:36.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of Pan-Cake Whore</title><subtitle type='html'>whats my name</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142103.post-88248813</id><published>2003-01-29T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T20:28:17.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ya'll, its really late, and i just got back from a varsity award dinner.  It was really good, and im too tired to write, I lifted, tudored, and went to this long dinner thing, so ill write tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we do, yeah we do,&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we're sinking like stones&lt;br /&gt;All the we fall for&lt;br /&gt;Homes, places we've grown&lt;br /&gt;All of us are done for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142103-88248813?l=kankles4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88248813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88248813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88248813' title=''/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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-4142103.post-88195384</id><published>2003-01-28T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T19:51:13.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.&lt;br /&gt;You became the light on the dark side of me.&lt;br /&gt;Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and&lt;br /&gt;The light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you,&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom. &lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey. &lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got that mushy feeling, you know it, everyone gets it at some point at least once a day/week.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142103-88195384?l=kankles4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88195384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88195384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88195384' title=''/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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-4142103.post-88195222</id><published>2003-01-28T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T19:48:16.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry, got cutt off by sneaky eyes, but thats ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seal - Kiss from a rose - reacurring thoughts of Batman Forever.  Such an over produced crap film that I have come to love and cherrish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to reality, op, there goes gravity, OP, THERE GOES GRAVITY.  Why does he say it twice, are we that dumb?  So I was getting ready for German class today,and today, like everyday, i act like an asshole in the hallways, tackling my friends that walk by and screaming insulting commments and sweet nothings to all the girls that walk by.  (The average day in the life of me)  So everyday, Frau Long, my so sexy German teacher, comes out in the hall, hunts me down, and drags me to class.  Its fun watching her freak out.  Now she is a very nice and cute teacher, and she does like me, but Im such an asshole in her class.  I'll sing to her, try to kiss her feet, etc.  You know the deal.  So I was by her door sayin the bell didnt ring yet, you have no control of me, im a free man.  She jukes left and slaps me across the face.  I was like, oh no u didnt!!!  My football coach, laughs, Guu was like no way, and im walking around the hall biting my fist.  I was gonna go off, i didnt care, but she was laughin, and it wasnt that hard, so it was a joke.  But then I thought about it.  I mean she deserved that so much, I shoulda hit myself in the face.  Last week I called her an ass in the middle of class like really really loud.  Before that, I went up to her desk to ask her a question, or so she thought, and I farted right next to her.  I hid in her closet, and whens he went to put her jacket away, I jumped out at her.  I think she crapped her pants.  My best friend, Alex, has her for english 8th period, the period after German, and he always curses me off in the halls, him and the entire class.  They are like y do u have to be such an asshole to her, she goes into our class and beats the shit out of us because of you.  I put on my lil smile and keep walking, becuase when all is done, at the end of the day every day, i go to her room and give her a big hug.  She makes my day entertaining, her and about 20 other students because no one ever stops laughing in that class.  Shes like dont u encourage him, wats wrong with you people, and I go "whats wrong Frau?  wanna battle?  whose with me?"  and everyone raises their hands.  Its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your reading this, then you saw my German Mid-term answers in my profile, and I know they are bad, but today was just as worse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, she asked what Zebzielen means, and I siad Zebra.  Than she's like, use a word in the vocabulary in a sentence.  OMG, i saw the word shoot, and there is this girl that sits next to me, Danielle Dzienowski, and u say her last name like Jizenowski.  We fight every day, kidding.  So I said, "Ich Schiessa Jiz"  which means, I shoot Jiz!!!!  And all of a sudden, i was like, ooohh, nooo, nooo no, i mean, nooo noo, please dont kick me out again.  Everyone was on the floor laughin, and I was likam e, here we go.  (cuz im threatened everyday to get kicked out, i really am bad) but Frau was like you what???  You.....shoot.....Jiz???  What does that mean, i was like, um, i mean Ich heisse Stephen.  My name is Stephen, she was like....riiiiight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we have to figure out what word from the chapter fits in the blank, and the word begins with C, and ends in T.  I turned around to Keith and I go, well I guess it isn't CUNT, and at the same time, Frau says, its a word that can describe me, and as soon as she was done, I said CUNT, and she looked at me.  I was like, this is it.  Death by beheading.  Why is it that everytime you say something stupid that can get you in trouble, the entire class gets quiet and you can her a fuckin pin drop.  Well she went, hmpph, that German Hmpph that everyone knows, and she said Charmant, which is charming, lol, i was like, YEA!!! THATS IT!!! YOUR SO CHARMING, AND HOT, AND BEAUTIFUL, MARRY ME NOW!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after me and Keith were having our daily candy fight where we throw candy at each other when Frau isnt looking.  Well he through something at me, and i went to dodge it, and i completely fell over with the desk.  Today was definately a goofy day in German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was typical, I tudored, went to the hospital, went lifting, went to the basketball game, and came home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this time and commend David Carucci, a very good friend of mine.  I have no reason to commend him, for I actually dont like him at all.  I would rather baste him in peanut butter and bird seed and unleash 1000 rabid squirals on him, but I said I would mention him in the next blogger, so here are your couple lines of fame!  Honestly, Dave, I luv u like a bro, u know that.  You better come down to the keg/bon-fire this weekend with me.  Before you know it, you and me will be hittin up Seton Hall.  Oh, and get your fork out of the playstation, its not safe man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words for the wise  :  I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips!!!!!      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle is now called Yeast Girl.  You need some bread for the baking, check down her pants.  Lol, mad luv Jiz!!!!  I shoot Jiz!!!!  1-28-03 "bball game dandriff fight"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142103-88195222?l=kankles4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88195222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88195222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88195222' title=''/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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-4142103.post-88110015</id><published>2003-01-27T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T11:09:22.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where do you go, &lt;br /&gt;my darling. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;where do you go........dum dum dum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walkn down the hall way and i saw ms. Giatempo, the teacher whose mask i broke during the german exam, and &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142103-88110015?l=kankles4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88110015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88110015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88110015' title=''/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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-4142103.post-88108470</id><published>2003-01-27T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T10:38:21.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry bout that, she said get off, and i hadda act quick.  Im sly like that.  The pancakes are gettin hot, and im feelin frisky, ill post up latr.  peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - good luck stooge, u got paramus catholic tonight, ur gonna need it.  o_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142103-88108470?l=kankles4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88108470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88108470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88108470' title=''/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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-4142103.post-88108415</id><published>2003-01-27T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T10:36:57.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My word processing teacher says hi.  Mrs. Weckstein, shes a riot.  Im procrastinating a project that I have to do, so wanted to drop a lil line.  Im so tired of writing luv-mushy enteries in blogger.  I think its an utter waste of time, and these bloggers do suck, i must agree, but its more entertaining that, oh, she ripped my heart and fed it to the swans.  (Ironic, eh?)  Anyway, im outl, latr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142103-88108415?l=kankles4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88108415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88108415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88108415' title=''/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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-4142103.post-88085495</id><published>2003-01-26T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T23:30:13.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they're forming in a straight line,&lt;br /&gt;they're going through a time warp,&lt;br /&gt;the kids are losing thier minds,&lt;br /&gt;BLITZKRIEG BOP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot them in the back now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:22 a.m., do you know where your children are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:22, thats 1/3rd of the devil, did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, who called it?  who called it?  Tampa by at least 10.  Best D over Best O any day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;go tamp, its your birthday,&lt;br /&gt;we gonna party like its your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was fun though.  I had some friends come over to watch the game.  Before the game though, like a ritual, I fucked up kelly once again in Madden.  I'm untouchable in that game, just ask him.  HIs asshole still burns, just like his mother!!!!  sorry kel.  Oh, and Frank, i love you like a brother, but during football, you have to just shut the fuck up.  There are three things in the world that you have no clue about:  1. Football,  2. Women,  3. Walking.  On the topic of Frank, congradulations.  Frank just became a double uncle as his brother had twins about a week ago.  Brandon, and Jadon, they are mad mad cool.  Brandon is gonna be the football player like his Uncle Steve (me -_-).  He always cries.  So young, so angry!  And Jadon is gonna be the lil pimp like his Uncle Steve again (me again v_v)  Heh.  But yea, they are both mad cool.  Ones 5lb 1oz, and one is 5lb 8oz.  Playing bass guitar in the middle of the night is rather relaxing, if you are ever in this situation, you should try it if your tense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to kelly:   Damn hommie, in high school you was the man hommie, the fuck happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the sickest findetta(?????)  When it comes to the chedda(?????)  Sippin on ameratta (?????)  Girl think imma sweat her (?????)  Hommie, but i aint gonna let her(?????)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, you think about this til we meet in Madden again.  &lt;br /&gt;I got more karrets that isle D.  latr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142103-88085495?l=kankles4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88085495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88085495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88085495' title=''/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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-4142103.post-88037788</id><published>2003-01-25T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T22:56:16.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So im having one of the most peaceful sleeps ever, and guess who calls me?  My football/track coach at like 11 in the morning.  Now thats something I want to wake up to!  I almost hung up on him, but realizing that it would only lead me to death, i came to reality.  He told me i didnt have to go to the wrestling match today cuz we werent gonna sell anything, but i was still goin anyway.  I hadda see my dawg Stooge wrestle.  H was losin by a point wit like 10 secs left, and he took his opponenet down with like 2 secs left and won his match, so mad props to him.  YEA STOOGE.  I was wit kelly and i met up wit Jevon, my friend from school who attends Seton Hall, my future college.  We chilled for a lil and me and kelly left to go to new york to go to lil Italy.  Our reason to go was i broke the Italian teachers ceramic mask during the german mid-term.  I was my fault and i do feel like an asshole.  I was trying to wear in on my face and i dropped it cuz im a BIG MESS, right Kristin?  -_-  Anyway, so on my way to lil italy, this asshole who was driving next to me hit me in the side.  I almost shit myself when I heard the noise.  I was like not again.  I checked the damage, and there was  none.  Now this guy hit me goin bout 15 miles an hour, but he hit me directly in my rim, and nothing was damaged.  I am sooooo incredibally lucky. omg.  He broke his head light though.  v_v  Not successfully finding that stupid mask, me and kelly made our way back here, where i violently rapped him in an exciting defensive battle in madden 2003.  The 2002 Jets squared off against the 98 Falcons.  I prevailed as Jemall Anderson ran all over his defense!!! I roxxor you Kelly.  This time I own.  Whaaaaaaa.  (inside joke).  Damn hommie, in high skew you was the man hommie.  O yea, im my last thing i give a shout to kelly.  FUCK THAT.  If you knew y, ud take it back too, lol, u dog, u.  But instead of a shout out, i give him mad mad mad props.  :- ), o yea!  ya'll def def dontt know.  I made my way to the hospital to see my nan.  Shes doin a lot better, i talked to her today and she understood me!  I was like whoa.  She told me she had a dream about me, and i was in trouble, and its funny cuz last night i was in trouble.  At 4 in teh mornin, she had the nurse call me dad to make sure i was alright.  This is why i love her.  she is always there for me no matter what.  She could barely open her eyes, but she still looks out for me.  Hang in there nan.  Cold Play is a very soothing band.  There melodic tunes sooth even the most savage beast.  I think its time to celebrate life rather that dread it, dont you think?  Madden's calln me again, im on a 6 game winning streak with my franchise.  Detriot Lions with Fred Taylor, Payton Manning, Muhsin Muhammad, Joe Jurevicius, Marcus Robinson, Bubba Franks, and with my killer defense containing Roy Williams, Zach Thomas, Tony Parrish, Chris McAlister, Rosevelt Colvin, and Dre' Bly.  We cant forget ultimate white power kicker extrodinair, Sebastian Janikowski, that mule.  On that note, i have to comment about this up and coming Super Bowl.  First, i so cant wait for this game.  Its gonna rattle the fuckin earth.  Best Defense, Tampa Bay, against the best offense, Oakland.  Now I want to see Rich Gannon, Tim Brown, and Romanowski win the ring, but I want to see Barber, Johnson, and Keshawn get it too.  I dont want to see Jerry Rice win again, and I dont want Sapp to win it on Tampa either.  First what happened to Jerry Rice.  During the 90's, he was the ultimate player.  Clean, crisp, and the ideal image of a great nfl player.  He came back and he sucked right?  But then he got better as his confidence increased, which makes sence, but not his case.  He hadda put on a do-rag (however u spell it), get corn rolls, and get a goutee (however u spell that too, cuz those are 2 words in life that im going to have to know, eh:) to build up his confidence to start winning again.  I so dont wanna see him win again.  And Warren Sapp?  As good a player he is, hes even better at being a cheating, pussy, little cry baby.  Ooh, let me be a tough guy and blind side some player who isnt even in the play and not even looking at me!  At the same time let me bad mouth an nfl all-time sack leader at the time (Strahan, who I hope gets an inoperatable tumor at the base of his spine) just so I look tough.  So screw you, i hope u dont win either.  I would like to see Gannon win a ring because he deserves it.  He never has anything out of line to say, and he talks with his actions, a thing a lot of people now days do not do.  He is the role model of an nfl player.  I would also like to see Tim Brown win.  He is one of the greatest recievers of all-time, and being a reciever myself, i think he deserves one also.  Barber from Tampa deserves one too, because living under the shadow of his brother, Tiki, he has become one of the most feared defensive backs in the league.  Also, being a defensive back myself, I would like to see him win.  So who do I chose?  I looked at it from this prospective.  EAST COAST VS. WEST COAST BABY.  The bad boys of Tampa versus the cool guys of Oakland.  Since I live in Dirty Jersey, im repin for East Coast love.  Fuck California Love!!!! At least on January 26th.  On that note, latr ya'll. and if u wanna be a pancake whore, give me a holla!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142103-88037788?l=kankles4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88037788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/88037788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#88037788' title=''/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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-4142103.post-87996452</id><published>2003-01-24T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T22:23:38.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always wanted to be a lumber jack, and nows my time to shine.  I cut down 2 trees, and split about 10 in 2 weeks.  I fuckin hack like an animal, it helps with anger.  My personal anger management, you should try, just watch out for branches falling on ur back, u lil fucker, next time im throwin a rock at ur cranium when ur in that fuckn tree.....or, ILL CUT IT DOWN, LOL.  Just playn ant.  and i just feel like givn my bro Kelly a shout out, i know ur havn problems with ur grl, or x, or whatever, but if u ever need me to.....u know....take care of her, just give me a ring, ill get my boys and itl be real quick, no one will ever find her, lol.  but still, just wait dude, Illinois, ur gonna hit up soo bad, and shes gona b like, o give me the polish heat iv come to know oh so well.  Ill b at Seton Hall, and u know me, just playin.  16.19.18.19.  I hope u still have my chain, i have urs, its round me neck.  it aint go'n anywhere, even though im a mess right?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142103-87996452?l=kankles4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/87996452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/87996452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87996452' title=''/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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-4142103.post-87996294</id><published>2003-01-24T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T22:17:40.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who did i become the pan-cake whore u ask?  Well, me, dimarco, duffy, john, mulnar, carlos, george, ferrie, marcel, ginamarie, catnese, heather, moritz, mickey, furino, amanda, and bonas went to I.H.O.P after our first mid-term, we got out at 10, and they have the never ending stack for like 4 dollars, so we like all ordered that.  Well i ate like 3 stacks of 5, and john called me a pancake whore, and screamed it out and everyone looked at me, but it was all good.  Lol, wat a mess he is.  Its not like we were all innocent though, we were having spitball fights the entire time.  I shot a wad right into moritz eye, lol, and i got a shot in someones dish, i forgot though, lol, shhh.  Fuckin dimarco threw a sausage link at marcel, and duffy was ready to get a stack of flap jaks to throw at cars on the way home.  so now im pan-cake whore, adn im proud of it.  Hey, don't knock it til u try it eh?  eh comrades, eh?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142103-87996294?l=kankles4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/87996294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/87996294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87996294' title=''/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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-4142103.post-87996172</id><published>2003-01-24T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T22:13:16.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was suposed to chill wit some friends, cough cough, and they couldnt, cough, excuse me im getin over a cold, so i met up with dimarco, mickey, bonus, marcel, bobby, moritz, and brian, and we decided to go down to the bon fire.  I was wit stooge, and when we got down there, i raced bonas in his truck, and i fuckin flew off of a speed bump, and i think my muffler is still there on the ground just chilln.  So bonas is givn us a ride in, since cars cant make it in, and im runnin to his truck, and all ova sudden, snap, my ankle totally sprains, and its like puffy now so that fucked my night, but it was awesome.  Dimarco climbed the tree, and while i was cutn wood, he went to spear me wit a branch he broke, it turned in the air, and wacked across my back, but it was cool!  The fucker broke across my back, but i was choppin wood, so i almost hit myself in the foot with the blade, bad bad!  With the fire blazn, and the liquor pourn, we were just all chilln cuz it was like, idk 15 degrees out.  We were tryin to get johns beard on fire, and he ran and tripped over a log, again, lol, that dumb ass.  Bonas almost fell out of the 50 foot tree, and Jenn almost fell in the fire.  We do this every weekend, and its mad fun.  If ur readin this shit from another state, and ur not doin this, u should try.  So i was driving home, and i couldnt fuckn press on the gas cuz my ankle was fuckn in shock or something.  I was late, like usual, so i was doin, idk 70 down valley brook, but shhhh, dont wanna get in more fuckn trouble with the cops or my car.  Thank god for P.B.A cards and my varsity jacket, lol.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142103-87996172?l=kankles4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/87996172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/87996172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87996172' title=''/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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-4142103.post-87995900</id><published>2003-01-24T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T22:04:21.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, lets see if this bad boy works, its been a long time ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142103-87995900?l=kankles4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/87995900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142103/posts/default/87995900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kankles4all.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87995900' title=''/><author><name>steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07040777474796641955</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>
