<?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-14050495</id><updated>2011-06-21T13:39:24.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'>At Your Own Risk</title><subtitle type='html'>Cherry Coke Is Hardcore.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-116683531378775390</id><published>2006-12-22T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:58:16.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT DEAD</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick post to indicate I am not dead. Rather, I am alive. After a serious mauling by bears, I've recovered enough to type this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-116683531378775390?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/116683531378775390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=116683531378775390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/116683531378775390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/116683531378775390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-dead.html' title='NOT DEAD'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-115746811844668564</id><published>2006-09-05T11:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:56:30.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Married Man</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm now a happily Married Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like my advice on how to find your soul mate and marry them, here's my easy 2 step plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Find your soul mate&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Marry them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By reading this plan you consented to have all of your phone calls monitored by the CIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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my Sacroiliac</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here, contemplating the nutritional value of the large frosty I had for supper, I'm reminded of a childhood friend of Wiggie and I, Timothy John Gwynn, or TJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJ was a kind, gentle, spiritual man, a man of peace. Or course he used to beat us senseless, but never without good reason. I remember a time when Wiggie wore a red t-shirt to school. Well, for TJ, that wouldn't do, he was quite reasonable about it, actually. He took out a small hatchet and began hacking at Wiggie's right forearm. When I suggested perhaps he should stop doing that, after about 20 mins, he drove a meat hook through my nose, and tied it with a rope to Wiggie's leg, then threw me out of a second story window, dragging Wiggie to the ground with me. But we had really left him with no alternative. I mean, there's nothing else he could have done, is there? Good old TJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-115421834541314997?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/115421834541314997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=115421834541314997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/115421834541314997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/115421834541314997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-many-suckas-on-my-sacroiliac.html' title='So Many Suckas on my Sacroiliac'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-115341476368198328</id><published>2006-07-20T13:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:59:23.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>High End Cable Channels Are The Best.</title><content type='html'>How else would I find out useful information on how to be a psychic detective. I need to know what psychic detectives eat, how long they sleep, how many Everybody Loves Raymond reruns is too many. Okay, that last one is more for me. The bottom line is Superstructures may be time wasting and repetitive, but it's still way better than the networks can do. And the Fight network is all fighting (and Bloodsport III) all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-115341476368198328?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/115341476368198328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=115341476368198328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/115341476368198328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/115341476368198328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/07/high-end-cable-channels-are-best.html' title='High End Cable Channels Are The Best.'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-115281534760906983</id><published>2006-07-13T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:26:53.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What you don't......</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiggie don't cater for gossip. Yet he'll get in a cab and talk Egyptian politics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-115281534760906983?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/115281534760906983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=115281534760906983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/115281534760906983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/115281534760906983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-you-dont.html' title='What you don&apos;t......'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-115146425683853198</id><published>2006-06-28T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:10:56.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Time!</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have it on good authority that there's a new Flava Flav gettin down with the sound and he's telling you to get off his back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-115146425683853198?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/115146425683853198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=115146425683853198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/115146425683853198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/115146425683853198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-time.html' title='Go Time!'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-115047716103676843</id><published>2006-06-16T13:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:01:13.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stan Fischler's Father is A Mr. Poop</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an accusation I have heard from countless reputable sources: Little Timmy Johnson, that kid that eats worms, Sir Reginald Archibald M.B.E., Stan Fischler's Mom, and the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I have been able to refute this allegation through &lt;em&gt;scientific research&lt;/em&gt;. Through a series of painful experiments, I have been able to prove that Stan Fischler's biological father is not, in fact, Mr. Fischler, but a 1928 Ford Model T. Thus his biological father &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; be a Mr. Poop as previously erroniously reported. Those of you who think I'm just rambling about nonsense, however, &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt;, collectively, Mr. Poop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-115047716103676843?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/115047716103676843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=115047716103676843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/115047716103676843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/115047716103676843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/06/stan-fischlers-father-is-mr-poop.html' title='Stan Fischler&apos;s Father is A Mr. Poop'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-115014910895280911</id><published>2006-06-12T18:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:51:49.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Class M Songlist</title><content type='html'>Here's the updated band songlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortez the Killer&lt;br /&gt;Rockin In The Free World&lt;br /&gt;Out On The Weekend&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Gold&lt;br /&gt;Helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Saw Her Standing There&lt;br /&gt;I Feel Fine&lt;br /&gt;The Ballad of John and Yoko&lt;br /&gt;Matchbox (Pretty Boy Perkins)&lt;br /&gt;Slow Down (Larry Williams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoochie Coochie Man (McKinley Morganfield)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roadhouse Blues&lt;br /&gt;Build Me A Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand By Me (Ben E King)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Feels Love?&lt;br /&gt;Chanmpagne Supernova&lt;br /&gt;Wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown Eyed Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Berry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny B Goode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Petty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane's Last Dance&lt;br /&gt;You Wreck Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burton Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Own Way To Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Thorogood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move It On Over (Hank Williams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travellin' Band&lt;br /&gt;Bad Moon Risin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steeler's Wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck In The Middle With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northern Pikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Ain't Pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folsom Prison Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Your Country&lt;br /&gt;You Know It's True&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-115014910895280911?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/115014910895280911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=115014910895280911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/115014910895280911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/115014910895280911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/06/class-m-songlist.html' title='Class M Songlist'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114989479023614369</id><published>2006-06-09T20:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:56:42.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Bible, when Jesus was born, three wise men came bearing gold, frankensence and myrr. If the messiah came again, what would wise men bring as gifts? My guess: An Apple Ipod, the complete season 2 &lt;em&gt;Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;/em&gt; on DVD, and a lifetime supply of Mountain Dew Code Red. Man, that Mountain Dew Code Red would be sweet. I wish I was the second coming of the messiah. Damn. Sin of envy Jeff. Sorry. Damn. Sin of regret. I can't win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114989479023614369?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114989479023614369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114989479023614369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114989479023614369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114989479023614369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114873194654798524</id><published>2006-05-27T09:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:31:59.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What a World</title><content type='html'>They keep starting wars and killing people for diamonds........but WKRP is still off the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Bonner rules!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114873194654798524?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114873194654798524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114873194654798524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114873194654798524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114873194654798524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-world.html' title='What a World'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114813886665339863</id><published>2006-05-20T12:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:27:49.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Due to Budget Constraints</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........this post has been outsourced to Albania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a fat capitalist pig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114813886665339863?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114813886665339863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114813886665339863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114813886665339863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114813886665339863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/05/due-to-budget-constraints.html' title='Due to Budget Constraints'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114789936463545207</id><published>2006-05-17T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:37:59.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cat Is So Uppity........</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......that if he had a cell phone he wouldn't consider me important enough to give me his number. And I feed him. But I still love the bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114789936463545207?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114789936463545207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114789936463545207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114789936463545207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114789936463545207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-cat-is-so-uppity.html' title='My Cat Is So Uppity........'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114727920153351603</id><published>2006-05-10T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:09:21.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>In Response</title><content type='html'>To the crazy anti-Canadian guy on the Daily Show last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, kudos to you, sir. kudos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are absolutely correct in saying that Canadians are Leprosy ridden usurpers of the American system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know, because I'm a Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is it true that all Canadians have leprosy and TB, we also have bubonic plague and smallpox. Not to mention the blue balls crabs and the seven year itch. You see, while highly expensive American health care has cured all of these diseases in the United States, our Universal Health care system is so overwrought with communists, nothing has been done to cure our population. That's why every Canadian seeks medical attention in the US, where the hospitals aren't made entirely of ice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada's silent invasion of the US is often overlooked thanks in part to the noisy Mexican invasion. This was all planned by the Canadian government. They're less likely to hear you coming when you don't cross the border with a Mariachi band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eventual goal is for Canadians to overrun America, with their diseases and numbers. There are over 220 billion people in Canada. This is thanks, in large part to the ability of Canadians to reproduce in astronomical numbers. You see Canadian women don't just have children, they have litters. Five to fifteen children at a time. The gestation period is shortened due to the cold weather from 9 months, to 6 days. Therefore one Canadian couple crossing the border can produce a New York sized city in the course of a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans are doomed to fall pray to our free health care and superior educational system. They're also doomed to have their culture and commerce dominated by Canadian chains such as Eaton's and Simpson's. These chains will surely put Wal-Mart out of business within the next 4 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to caution Americans that it's not our fault we are the way we are. If you grew up with 800 brothers and sisters, you'd have a chip on your shoulder, too. And smallpox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114727920153351603?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114727920153351603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114727920153351603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114727920153351603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114727920153351603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-response.html' title='In Response'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114722017917756767</id><published>2006-05-09T20:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:17:46.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Get a Few Things Straight</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Liberalism is a disease. Look it up. You say you did look it up and the book you looked it up in said it's not a disease, but a political ethos. Well that book is diseased. Diseased with liberalism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Facts are all well and good to get a point accross. I prefer fuzzy logic. It's much easier and requires a lot less research. Besides facts are just what the truth would be if it wasn't made up by fuzzy logicians, like Winnie The Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you start a war, you have to see it through til the end. No matter how pointless and bloody it is. It's the same principle as a mother telling her child she can't leave the table until she cleans her plate. Except in war, the plate is Fallujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Madballs. They're mad, AND they're balls. AND I'm mad about their balls. Wait, that didn't come out right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Gentle Jeffdom stands by the Bush Administration, and Condemns the recent actions of Burkina Faso. I don't really know what their up to.........but I'm sure it's no good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114722017917756767?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114722017917756767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114722017917756767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114722017917756767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114722017917756767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/05/lets-get-few-things-straight.html' title='Lets Get a Few Things Straight'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114713284520517772</id><published>2006-05-08T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:00:45.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock Jaw</title><content type='html'>He's hilarious. He's named Lock Jaw, and he's got a pad lock on his lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his jaw is literally locked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of, Mad Balls will be around for ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novelty never wears off........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh Lock Jaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114713284520517772?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114713284520517772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114713284520517772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114713284520517772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114713284520517772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/05/lock-jaw.html' title='Lock Jaw'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114676846190215835</id><published>2006-05-04T15:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:47:41.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Gentle Jeffdom Policy</title><content type='html'>Here in the Gentle Jeffdom, we don't want your tired, your sick, you huddled masses yearning to breathe free, mostly because that would piss off the Americans, and they have deep pockets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we do want, however, is your sacks full of currency, preferrably in unmarked, non-sequential bills, in large denominations if possible. We &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; accept Pesos. We're not fancy here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114676846190215835?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114676846190215835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114676846190215835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114676846190215835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114676846190215835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-gentle-jeffdom-policy.html' title='New Gentle Jeffdom Policy'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114658892467805205</id><published>2006-05-02T13:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T13:55:26.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Tournament of Jeffs Final</title><content type='html'>It all comes down to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final of the Jeff Tournament of Jeffs pits Blues Guitarist Jeff Beck against NWA:TNA Superstar Jeff Hardy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has blood feud with Jimmy Page: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Has Blood feud with Gary Coleman: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't have to juice to do his job: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Spends a lot of time at Juice bars: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Better known around the world: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Better known in Nebraska: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Worked with blues greats: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Worked til black and blue: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Will actually show up to an advertised appearance: Beck&lt;br /&gt;No longer has Chiggers: Beck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your winner and the new Best famous Jeff of all time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blues guitarist Jeff Beck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wins the Vice Presidency of the Gentle Jeffdom, plus a lifetime supply of Scotch Guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Jeff Beck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114658892467805205?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114658892467805205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114658892467805205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114658892467805205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114658892467805205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/05/jeff-tournament-of-jeffs-final.html' title='Jeff Tournament of Jeffs Final'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114624228324406034</id><published>2006-04-28T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:39:17.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy is Sweet</title><content type='html'>The Jeff Tournament of Jeffs final will take place early next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today here's a list of my top 5 candies of all time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jelly tots: Rock sugar covering drops of fruit flavoured Jelly, no longer available, but a childhood favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Clodhoppers: Stupid damn Nova Scotia original candy is too damned addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Brownie Bear Cookies: These are English chocolate covered digestive biscuits. I don't know what makes them better than the Canadian version, but they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chipoppities: Mini chocolate chip cookies sold as a candy bar. They haven't been available for nigh on 20 years, but mini Chips Ahoy! are no substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. King Size Kit Kat Bars: I have a serious issue with these, as if I buy one, it must be eaten right away, I can't even get the damn thing home. Hence why I buy them so rarely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114624228324406034?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114624228324406034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114624228324406034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114624228324406034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114624228324406034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/04/candy-is-sweet.html' title='Candy is Sweet'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114617173779923496</id><published>2006-04-27T17:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:02:17.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Tournament of Jeffs Round 6</title><content type='html'>Return of the Jeffi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that joke sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second semi final pits comedian Jeff Foxworthy vs. NWA:TNA Superstar Jeff Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most General Knowledge: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Most General Knowledge about inbreeding: Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;Cooks A Mean Possum: Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;Serves up a healthy portion of Whoopins': Hardy&lt;br /&gt;More Brain cells: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Less Brain Cells Lost being put through a table: Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;More brain cells to lose: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Less freaky: Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;Less freaky-smelling: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Has never told a joke about inbreeding relating to personal experience on stage: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, Hardy wins semi-final #2 6-4 over Foxworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finals are set:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Beck Vs. Jeff Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114617173779923496?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114617173779923496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114617173779923496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114617173779923496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114617173779923496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/04/jeff-tournament-of-jeffs-round-6.html' title='Jeff Tournament of Jeffs Round 6'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114597710267447724</id><published>2006-04-25T11:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:58:22.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Tournament of Jeffs Round 5</title><content type='html'>The Jeffpire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh Semi-Final time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-Final #1 pits NASCAR Racer Jeff Gordon against Blues Guitarist, Jeff Beck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contracted fewer STDs: Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Contracted fewer STDs from immediate family members: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Last name also a beer: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Last name also a character on &lt;em&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/em&gt;: Gordon&lt;br /&gt;More points left on driver's license: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Less likely to experience "helmet head":Beck&lt;br /&gt;Endorses UAP NAPA: Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Least knuckle hair: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Played in the Yardbirds: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Shoots his yard birds: Gordon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our first finalist, Blues Guitarist Jeff Beck, as he defeats NASCAR Racer Jeff Gordon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned for Semi-Final #2 as Comedian Jeff Foxworthy takes on NWA:TNA Superstar Jeff Hardy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114597710267447724?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114597710267447724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114597710267447724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Rodan's first name was Jeff, I've made a horrible error in not including him in the tournament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's conflict pits owner of the Florida Marlins and Art Dealer Jeffrey Loria against NWA:TNA professional wrestler Jeff Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less likely to no-show a PPV: Loria&lt;br /&gt;Has lost in the first round of "Fear Factor": Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Has been a defendant in an Anti-Trust lawsuit: Loria&lt;br /&gt;Innovator of the "swanton bomb": Hardy&lt;br /&gt;More in control of his mental faculties: Loria&lt;br /&gt;Would win a Ladder match between the two: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Would win a race up the corporate ladder: Loria&lt;br /&gt;More clean living: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Can dye hair green like a mother...you-know: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Can be seen from space at night-time due to flourecent face paint: Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardy wins Round 4 6-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semis are set: Gordon vs. Beck, and Hardy vs. Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114548449432888631?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114548449432888631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114548449432888631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114548449432888631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114548449432888631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/04/jeff-tournament-of-jeffs-round-4.html' title='Jeff Tournament of Jeffs Round 4'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114539314650418155</id><published>2006-04-18T13:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:45:46.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Tournament of Jeffs Round 3</title><content type='html'>Jeff with a Vengence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's competition pits Comedian Jeff Foxworthy against Mighty Ducks of Anaheim Forward Jeff Friesen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Stanley Cup Rings: Friesen&lt;br /&gt;Saves on x-mas cards by sending combined father/grandpa card to 1 guy: Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;Walking NASCAR Encyclopedia: Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;Plays to bigger crowds: Friesen&lt;br /&gt;Had own sitcom: Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;Gun Rack Has A Gun Rack: Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;Gets Better Reactions In LA: Friesen&lt;br /&gt;Gets Better Reactions in Mobile: Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;Has written books despite illiteracy: Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;Still Has a career: Friesen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Redneck Foxworthy wins 6-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for Round 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114539314650418155?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114539314650418155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114539314650418155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114539314650418155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114539314650418155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/04/jeff-tournament-of-jeffs-round-3.html' title='Jeff Tournament of Jeffs Round 3'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114529690055176772</id><published>2006-04-17T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:01:40.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Tournament of Jeffs Round 2</title><content type='html'>Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only E. Honda was named Jeff Honda, we'd have a clear winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor Jeff Bridges vs. Blues Guitarist Jeff Beck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Been Replaced by Jimmy Page: Bridges&lt;br /&gt;Not a Pothead: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Been In More Movies: Bridges&lt;br /&gt;Sold More Albums: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Played Onstage With Muddy Waters: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Played "The Dude" in the Big Lebowski: Bridges&lt;br /&gt;More Famous Dad: Bridges&lt;br /&gt;Replaced Eric Clapton: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Sold out MSG: Beck&lt;br /&gt;Sold out to studio to do "Blown Away": Bridges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh tie. We need a tiebreaker, and here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better Hair: Beck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Beck wins round 2 in a squeaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for round 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114529690055176772?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114529690055176772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114529690055176772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114529690055176772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114529690055176772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/04/jeff-tournament-of-jeffs-round-2.html' title='Jeff Tournament of Jeffs Round 2'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114487573821705869</id><published>2006-04-12T17:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:02:18.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gentle Jeffdom Presents The Jeff Tournament of Jeffs</title><content type='html'>Who is the best famous Jeff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll find out in this Who's Better tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASCAR Driver Jeff Gordon Vs. Serial Killer Jeffrey Dahmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeated the 8th Grade the least number of times: Dahmer&lt;br /&gt;Never had sex with severed body parts: Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Has not lured teenages into his apartment for rape/murder: Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Faster Driver: Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Most Press Coverage: Dahmer&lt;br /&gt;Never been murdered: Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Smarter When both alive: Dahmer&lt;br /&gt;Smarter Now: Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Most Endorsement Deals: Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Best Stock Portfolio: Gordon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Gordon wins first round easily, 7-3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for round 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114487573821705869?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114487573821705869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114487573821705869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114487573821705869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114487573821705869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/04/gentle-jeffdom-presents-jeff.html' title='The Gentle Jeffdom Presents The Jeff Tournament of Jeffs'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114478701194770523</id><published>2006-04-11T17:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T17:23:31.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Gonna Do Wit All That Junk?</title><content type='html'>5 Best NES games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobunaga's Ambition&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;Romance of the 3 Kingdoms&lt;br /&gt;Gauntlet&lt;br /&gt;Excitebike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mention goes to Commando, Super Mario Bros 2, Baseball Stars and Blades of Steel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114478701194770523?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114478701194770523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114478701194770523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114478701194770523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114478701194770523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-you-gonna-do-wit-all-that-junk.html' title='What You Gonna Do Wit All That Junk?'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114424280502763514</id><published>2006-04-05T10:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:17:55.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gentle Jeffdom's First Trade Deal</title><content type='html'>The Gentle Jeffdom has sent  a copy of the first Milli Vanilli album "Girl, You Know It's True" to Burkina Faso for future considerations. This marks the first trade agreement for the Gentle Jeffdom, but not the last, as we have several more crappy CDs to send to far away places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114424280502763514?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114424280502763514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114424280502763514' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114424280502763514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114424280502763514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/04/gentle-jeffdoms-first-trade-deal.html' title='The Gentle Jeffdom&apos;s First Trade Deal'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114314546217944920</id><published>2006-03-23T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:24:22.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>........And the Band Name Is.........</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114314546217944920?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114314546217944920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114314546217944920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114314546217944920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114314546217944920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-band-name-is.html' title='........And the Band Name Is.........'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114260641425564391</id><published>2006-03-17T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:40:14.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gentle Jeffdom is Pleased to Announce.......</title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gentle Jeffdom's first offcial state holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nationwide "Order Olives (Black or Green) on a Pizza Day", to take place on July 17 each year. This is a paid holiday from work, because we anticipate everyone eating a LOT of Pizza. Those who do not order olives on a Pizza on this day will be forced to work every Saturday for a year, without olives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114260641425564391?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114260641425564391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114260641425564391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114260641425564391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114260641425564391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/03/gentle-jeffdom-is-pleased-to-announce.html' title='The Gentle Jeffdom is Pleased to Announce.......'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114234949099702218</id><published>2006-03-14T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:18:11.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laws of the Jeffdom</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my own country, which I would call the Gentle Jeffdom, these would be some of the laws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Users of recreational drugs would be given free lobodamies. That way, they'd be stoned all the time with no drugs, and the crime rate would be very low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you murder someone, you better run, boy. (Unless that someone is Don Henly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. All music in the Jeffdom must be pre-appoved by me. So long Faith Hill, Celine Dion, Ricky Martin, Kenny G. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The King of Kensington Is Extra-super-duper banned for being crappy. (Screw you Waxman!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All television shows must abstain from using the phrase "Talk to the Hand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. All people must abstain for using the phrase "Talk to the Hand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. All employees of the Jeffdom must wear Cowboy hats, and have their name legally changed to "Allan the Cowboy" for accounting purposes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Parents are required to not name their children after soft drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kids will be taught Advanced Weaseling Out of Things in High School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Anyone cuaght Breaking and Entering will be forced to watch every episode of Full House 1000 times while strapped into a dentist's chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114234949099702218?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114234949099702218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114234949099702218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114234949099702218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114234949099702218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/03/laws-of-jeffdom.html' title='Laws of the Jeffdom'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114226019949912881</id><published>2006-03-13T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T10:35:00.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Band News</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we'll have an ad in to get a lead guitarist this week to complete the band. Here's an updated list of the songs we have down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move It On Over - George Thorogood&lt;br /&gt;I Feel Fine - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Slow Down - Larry Williams&lt;br /&gt;Matchbox - Pretty Boy Perkins&lt;br /&gt;Johnny B Goode - Chuck Berry&lt;br /&gt;Hoochie Coochie Man - Muddy Waters&lt;br /&gt;Build Me A Woman - The Doors&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' In The Free World - Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;Helpless - Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;Star Baby - Guess Who&lt;br /&gt;My Own Way To Rock - Burton Cummings&lt;br /&gt;Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;You Wreck Me - Tom Petty &amp; The Heartbreakers&lt;br /&gt;Columbia - Oasis &lt;br /&gt;Pride And Joy - Stevie Ray Vaughn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Travellin' Band was scrapped because I can't sing the damn thing. Knockin' on Heaven's Door sung by our drummer, Lenny. Songs to be added soon: Bama Lama Bama Loo, She Ain't Pretty, Slow Ride, Sick of Myself, Ballad of John and Yoko, The Weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114226019949912881?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114226019949912881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114226019949912881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114226019949912881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114226019949912881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-band-news.html' title='More Band News'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114216589186321857</id><published>2006-03-12T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T08:18:11.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Jobs Ever</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I formally challenge Brian A Doyle to come up with a serious (real) job that's worse than this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one of the people who has to clean up body parts after an aeroplane crash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I saw The Arctic Monkeys for the first time on SNL last night. They may not be the next Beatles, as everyone says, but they're pretty damn good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114216589186321857?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114216589186321857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114216589186321857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114216589186321857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114216589186321857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/03/worst-jobs-ever.html' title='Worst Jobs Ever'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114207887786823575</id><published>2006-03-11T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T08:07:57.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>And since I rarely do this, probably quote of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want to save society but it's people that you just can't stand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-John Lennon from &lt;em&gt;I Don't Want To Face It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114207887786823575?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114175506656294359</id><published>2006-03-07T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:13:38.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Ever Have One of Those Days ?</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you felt like you were eaten by a lion and transformed to lion poop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually know what that feels like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, a lion ate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was turned into lion poop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the magic of medical science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to normal again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doghead Mexican Food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114175506656294359?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114175506656294359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114175506656294359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114175506656294359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114175506656294359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/03/did-you-ever-have-one-of-those-days.html' title='Did You Ever Have One of Those Days ?'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114131482502824188</id><published>2006-03-02T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:53:45.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Poem About My Hatred of EMO</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate emo, &lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I hate emo&lt;br /&gt;You know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;Train&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;Rob Thomas solo crap&lt;br /&gt;And others of that ilk&lt;br /&gt;But I hope no one kills them&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd never hear the end&lt;br /&gt;Of their emo crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114131482502824188?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114131482502824188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114131482502824188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114131482502824188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114131482502824188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/03/short-poem-about-my-hatred-of-emo.html' title='A Short Poem About My Hatred of EMO'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114115042032633808</id><published>2006-02-28T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:13:40.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Classic (And True) One-Liner</title><content type='html'>I'm part Jewish, and part German, so my wife has to keep stopping me from throwing myself in the oven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114115042032633808?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114115042032633808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114115042032633808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114115042032633808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114115042032633808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-classic-and-true-one-liner.html' title='My Classic (And True) One-Liner'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114080005182366400</id><published>2006-02-24T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:58:57.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Well</title><content type='html'>At least I'm not the result of a drunken back seat gropefest and a broken prophylactic, you tottering fen-stuffed applejohn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114080005182366400?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114080005182366400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114080005182366400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114080005182366400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114080005182366400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-well.html' title='Yeah, Well'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114071747837487129</id><published>2006-02-23T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:57:58.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Band News</title><content type='html'>Well, after practising for a while we have most of a set mastered. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpless -Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' In the Free World - Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;Move it On Over - George Thorogood &amp; The Destroyers&lt;br /&gt;My Own Way To Rock - Burton Cummings&lt;br /&gt;Johnny B. Goode - Chuck Berry&lt;br /&gt;Matchbox - Pretty Boy Perkins&lt;br /&gt;Slow Down - Larry Williams&lt;br /&gt;Knockin' on Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison&lt;br /&gt;Travellin' Band - CCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Sunday I'm looking at adding The Beatles' "I Feel Fine", and The Doors' "Build Me A Woman" probably "The Weight" by the Band and a couple of originals as well. That's my self-indulgant band update for the next little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114071747837487129?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114071747837487129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114071747837487129' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114071747837487129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114071747837487129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-band-news.html' title='More Band News'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114062022248927868</id><published>2006-02-22T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:57:02.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fun</title><content type='html'>to charter an accountant,&lt;br /&gt;And sail the wide accountan-cy.&lt;br /&gt;To find, explore the funds offshore,&lt;br /&gt;And skirt the shoals of bankruptcy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114062022248927868?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114062022248927868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114062022248927868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114062022248927868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114062022248927868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-fun.html' title='It&apos;s Fun'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114053610812335343</id><published>2006-02-21T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T11:39:12.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Questions For President George W Bush</title><content type='html'>1. Why are you the greatest President ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Crew cut sweat socks, or tube socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why does being a male cheerleader make you more manly than being an offensive tackle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's it like to serve in the military?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Luxembourg or Monaco, which country is gayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finish this sentance: "The Night Chicago Died" is the greatest song ever because.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Why don't the people of New Orleans stop whining about FEMA and help themselves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why is it that you would so easily beat Heavyweight Champion of the World Nikolai Valuev in a fight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Could you break down for the people at home how you single-handedly ended the cold war and averted a nuclear disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where did you learn how to BBQ such a great burger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you know Gorbachev personally, and, if so, what's the deal with that red bird dropping on his communist head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your Dad's an Astros fan. You're the former owner of the Rangers. Why do the Mets always suck, no matter how many star players they sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is Ted Turner really.......you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Steak and baked potato, or pure uncut Columbian blow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. In two words or less, explain why "our god" is better than "their god"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Finish this song lyric "Baby, if you've ever wondered. Wondered whatever became of me. I'm livin' on the air in Cincinati.....blank"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Which is more dangerous, allowing nail clippers on a commercial flight, or quail hunting with the Vice President?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When can Gary Coleman expect his "Greatest American Ever" award?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. For our slower witted friends out there could you explain the phrase "Guns good, Peace Bad" in depth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How can Wall-Mart afford to sell things so cheaply? I mean $20 for a pair of leather shoes? That's SO awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114053610812335343?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114053610812335343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114053610812335343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114053610812335343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114053610812335343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/20-questions-for-president-george-w.html' title='20 Questions For President George W Bush'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114046629520140196</id><published>2006-02-20T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:12:54.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gummi Bears</title><content type='html'>I told my Dad about a show I'm writing with the Wigmiester which involves me having to go into Gummi Bear rehab. His reaction: "Thanks a lot, now you have me &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt; for Gummi Bears." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the spokesguy for Gummi Bears. You hear that, Allan/Trebor? I want compensation. In the form of gummi bears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114046629520140196?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114046629520140196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114046629520140196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114046629520140196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114046629520140196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/gummi-bears.html' title='Gummi Bears'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114027509949756870</id><published>2006-02-18T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:10:02.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gots the Bomb Beats</title><content type='html'>Click Click Ding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click Click Ding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mid nineties teenage white wannabe rappers. On the metro transit bus. And I still remember over 10 years later. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a lot of controversy in the news the last couple of weeks. Michael Jackson's conversion to Islam. The muslim world's reaction to a Danish cartoon that depicts Mohammed, The Vice President shooting a 78 year old man in the face, and a Russian cross country skier losing her silver medal due to a doping infraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest story, however, is that WKRP in Cincinati is still not back on the air. I'm deeply saddened to report that after 17 years of being off air following the unsuccessful The New WKRP in Cincinati, WKRP has still not been picked up for a new season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Guy, Arthur Carlson (Gordon Jump), also know as the Maytag Man, is the only member of the cast to have passed away. Though not replaceable, they could certainly work around that with Andy Travis (Gary Sandy), in the lead role. Then they could make the two additions that make any show........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. T and Gary Coleman. They could be called T&amp;amp;C, and could be the WKRP co-program directors. When Mr. T got mad at Herb, he could throw Gary Coleman at him. That'll teach Frank Bonner to wear white shoes and a white belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in closing, WKRP good, doping bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I just realised the head of the World Doping Agency's name is Dick Pound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh heh........Dick Pound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114027509949756870?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114027509949756870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114027509949756870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114027509949756870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114027509949756870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-gots-bomb-beats.html' title='I Gots the Bomb Beats'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-114002778534866878</id><published>2006-02-15T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:23:05.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Irritate People</title><content type='html'>Since Wiggie did the self help-post about weight loss, I thought, how can I help people. Here's a few tips on how to irratate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip #1: Shower them with obviously false praise. If someone does something stupid, like, say, nails themselves to the roof, start praising their intelligence, all the while ignoring their cries for help. Use phrases that make it obvious that you're being insincere, like "You are SO smart" or "My chapter of Mensa is meeting at my house tonight, and they would just LOVE to meet you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip #2: Walk up to a stranger and ask them an inane question, like "Do you know if it's going to rain today?". next, ignore their answer, and re-ask the question in exactly the same tone as you asked it the first time. Continue until the stranger leaves in frustration. At your own risk, you can watch where they go and follw a minute or two behind to repeat the process. Be careful if you choose to follow them. This is "How to Irritate People" not "How to get punched in the Mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip #3: While at work, do nothing but sing bad R&amp;B songs off key. When your boss comes to talk to you about it, only respond by increasing the volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip #4: Walk up to the same sex member of a couple in a public place, and act like you know them. Give them the hint you were in the 4th grade together, and then make them guess who you are. Whatever name they say, tell them they're right. Then, with a big smile on your face, say "Say, you remember when we killed that guy?". When they respond with "no" or "what?", change you expression to a serious one and say "That's right you don't." Then walk away confidently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-114002778534866878?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/114002778534866878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=114002778534866878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114002778534866878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/114002778534866878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-to-irritate-people.html' title='How To Irritate People'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113993519928776415</id><published>2006-02-14T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:20:26.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>I hate snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, since I had my car accident because of it, snow has been my enemy. So, how elese do you deal with an enemy but writing a free form poem about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow&lt;br /&gt;Clean and white, yet so dirty&lt;br /&gt;Like the priest who has a secret addiction to MacIntosh's toffee&lt;br /&gt;Almost sacreligious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first flake of the year hits the ground&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of children twinkle with delight&lt;br /&gt;So do the eyes of my chiropractor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the snow know that I have a three car driveway?&lt;br /&gt;Of course it does&lt;br /&gt;It finds that funny&lt;br /&gt;And mocks me&lt;br /&gt;By dumping itsself all over that driveway&lt;br /&gt;And burying all three cars&lt;br /&gt;Except a small area around one of them&lt;br /&gt;Stupid piece of crap and its gas leak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow causes me to smoke&lt;br /&gt;Not because I don't know that smoking is bad for me&lt;br /&gt;Or because snow is stressful&lt;br /&gt;But because I'm postive&lt;br /&gt;The cigarettes won't get a chance to kill me&lt;br /&gt;That's the snow's job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be by car accident or heart attack&lt;br /&gt;I do not know&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do I care?&lt;br /&gt;Either way I'm permanently as cold&lt;br /&gt;As snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113993519928776415?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113993519928776415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113993519928776415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113993519928776415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113993519928776415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113960111727416272</id><published>2006-02-10T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T15:55:00.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Way To Break the News You've Been Laid Off</title><content type='html'>At my work everyone, pretty much except me, was laid off this week. I wasn't because I live halfway between this call center and another one the company runs (in Kentville, NS), and I just transferred. Everyone else around here was pretty angry or hurt by the situation, and the owner of the company deciding honesty was the best policy, let everyone know exactly what the decision making process was. The following is a list of phrases that could have softened the blow of letting everyone know they've been laid off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hey, your Moms all died.........just kidding. You're fired, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Say, did I ever metion how the light brings out the you're fired in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You guys want some more time to get drunk and watch Green Acres reruns on TV Land? Well have I got good news for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you go to the break room, there's a nice heaping plate of you're fired in there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Remember the episode of the Family Guy where Peter got fired? Have you ever heard the phrase art imitates life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ladies and Gentleman.......Mr. Don Henly. Just yankin' your chain, you're all fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last year 6 people accidentally asphyxiated using charcoal BBQs indoors. Sort of puts things in perspective. Things like you all being unemployed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113960111727416272?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113960111727416272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113960111727416272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113960111727416272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113960111727416272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-way-to-break-news-youve-been-laid.html' title='Best Way To Break the News You&apos;ve Been Laid Off'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113950218792508522</id><published>2006-02-09T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:23:08.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ideal Job</title><content type='html'>The following is a list of what I perceive to be the best jobs in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Test Audience Member for hilarious Cartoons: Getting paid to laugh and urinate in my pants all day would be a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Professional Ninja: Ninjas have gotten a bad rap lately, but I know that I could eat pizza and beat up rhinos and warthogs with the best of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Girl Drink Drunk: Sure, It causes you to be homeless, but who cares when you have a soothing Chocolate Choo Choo, or Tequila Sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. President of the United States: If I were president, I'd wage war on Burkina Faso. Then there would be no casualties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Vaudeville Piano Player: My piano playing would disctract audiences from performer's debilitating injuries, bringing happiness to all........except those with debilitating injuries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113950218792508522?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113950218792508522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113950218792508522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113950218792508522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113950218792508522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/ideal-job.html' title='The Ideal Job'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113935595156740979</id><published>2006-02-07T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:20:47.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best....Product....Ever!</title><content type='html'>http://www.urinegone.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works on almost any surface inside and out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outdoor version of this product has existed for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113935595156740979?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.urinegone.com' title='Best....Product....Ever!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113935595156740979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113935595156740979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113935595156740979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113935595156740979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/bestproductever.html' title='Best....Product....Ever!'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113907228121201441</id><published>2006-02-04T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T13:39:02.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man-E-Faces</title><content type='html'>My favorite toy as a child was my Man-E-Faces He-Man action figure. Man-E-Faces was a regular guy who could change between Robot, Monster, and human, with the use of a dial on his head. Here now, is my free verse poem about Man-E-Faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Man-E-Faces&lt;br /&gt;You have so many faces&lt;br /&gt;Three to be exact&lt;br /&gt;Though you were never one who could be reduced to a number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there is your Robot face&lt;br /&gt;Cold, and uncaring&lt;br /&gt;Like a Math teacher announcing to the class that I've failed my final exam&lt;br /&gt;Though passed the course&lt;br /&gt;heartless and logical&lt;br /&gt;cling, clang, bang!&lt;br /&gt;Death, to the undead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is your green monster side&lt;br /&gt;A precursor to BeBop and to a lesser extent&lt;br /&gt;Rocksteady&lt;br /&gt;Green, with huge lower fangs&lt;br /&gt;Like a young Liz Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Only, with fewer husbands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally your human side&lt;br /&gt;Filled with passion in the defense of castle Greyskull&lt;br /&gt;Passion which could only occasionally be contained&lt;br /&gt;With a snickers and grape crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, i dropped you in lake Walaback&lt;br /&gt;And in fear that I had killed you&lt;br /&gt;I turned the dial furiously, &lt;br /&gt;Like a hamster trying to escape on a steel wheel&lt;br /&gt;But, you were not dead, you were fine&lt;br /&gt;You were the reliable one&lt;br /&gt;Not like Moss Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moss Man whom was ruined with Mattel He-Man brand slime&lt;br /&gt;Slime which contained the warning&lt;br /&gt;"Do not use on Moss Man"&lt;br /&gt;But I did use on Moss Man&lt;br /&gt;And He was ruined&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Mattel, why do you taunt me with dares&lt;br /&gt;Disguised as warnings&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Mattel!&lt;br /&gt;Damn Moss Man, too&lt;br /&gt;You were never even on the He Man and the Masters of the Universe serial&lt;br /&gt;So who needs you?&lt;br /&gt;You substandard piece of crap&lt;br /&gt;Who needs Moss Man?&lt;br /&gt;When I have........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man-E-Faces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113907228121201441?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113907228121201441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113907228121201441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113907228121201441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113907228121201441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/man-e-faces.html' title='Man-E-Faces'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113900655216910187</id><published>2006-02-03T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T13:39:55.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Site</title><content type='html'>I've just cleaned things up a little. Not to make them less green, just a slightly different shade of green. Because if there's one thing I'm good at it's gardening. Yep. Gardening. Diggin' in the old Garden. Which I've never done. But I'm sure I'm good at. Or Not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had and Optimus Prime, and Starscream transformers, but I always wanted That guy who played tapes that turned into birds. And Bumblebee. And Inferno. But Alas, I had a very complete He-Man set instead, complete with castle Greyskull, Panthar, and Battle cat. All I was missing was Man At Arms and Orko. But they suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion. Goths good. Visigoths better, Mongol Hordes great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113900655216910187?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113900655216910187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113900655216910187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113900655216910187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113900655216910187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/02/updated-site.html' title='Updated Site'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113845928142033565</id><published>2006-01-28T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T10:48:18.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Band on the Slow-Paced Walk</title><content type='html'>So, I'm putting together a band, and we have no idea what to call ourselves. My idea was &lt;i&gt;Fumigation&lt;/i&gt;, so that the Marquees would read: Aug 12 - &lt;i&gt;Fumigation&lt;/i&gt;. But that would tend to make no one show up, which could be a good thing, so long as we get paid. Or we could go the other way and call ourselves &lt;i&gt;$0.05 Rib Eye Steak&lt;/i&gt; but then we'd be playing to an angry, angry crowd. Oh, well I guess the name will come later. For now, we've selcted a ten song opening set to work on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move It On Over (George Thorogood or Hank Williams)&lt;br /&gt;Slow Down (The Beatles)&lt;br /&gt;I Saw Her Standing There (The Beatles)&lt;br /&gt;Honky Tonk Woman (Rolling Stones)&lt;br /&gt;Bad Case of Lovin' You (Robert Palmer)&lt;br /&gt;She Ain't Pretty (The Northern Pikes)&lt;br /&gt;You Wreck Me (Tom Petty)&lt;br /&gt;Johnny B Goode (Chuck Berry)&lt;br /&gt;Keep Your Hands To Yourself (Georgia Sattelites)&lt;br /&gt;Travellin' Band (CCR)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113845928142033565?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113845928142033565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113845928142033565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113845928142033565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113845928142033565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/01/band-on-slow-paced-walk.html' title='Band on the Slow-Paced Walk'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113829062142019080</id><published>2006-01-26T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:50:21.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Reads This</title><content type='html'>So I can say anything I want.........Depeche Mode is an above average band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113829062142019080?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113829062142019080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113829062142019080' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113829062142019080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113829062142019080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-one-reads-this.html' title='No One Reads This'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113786916010225679</id><published>2006-01-21T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:46:00.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Defense of Bears</title><content type='html'>Bears are one of nature's most misunderstood creatures. They are happy loving creatures, filled with murderous rage at the park rangers that keep them from delicious picnic baskets. They chose to express that rage by horribly mauling backpackers. So, you shouldn't judge bears, you should embrace them, so they can express their rage on your sorry backpacking ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113786916010225679?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113786916010225679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113786916010225679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113786916010225679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113786916010225679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-defense-of-bears.html' title='In Defense of Bears'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113769931473635517</id><published>2006-01-19T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:35:14.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinus..........Infections.........</title><content type='html'>...............suck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113769931473635517?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113769931473635517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113769931473635517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113769931473635517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113769931473635517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/01/sinusinfections.html' title='Sinus..........Infections.........'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113726468896592640</id><published>2006-01-14T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:51:28.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Against Noise?!?</title><content type='html'>WTF?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read about this activist goup, Mothers Against Noise. And MAN (pun intended) am I upset about it. This is the same kind of group that tried to have the Dead Kennedys not only banned, but jailed in the 80s. I don't usually go on serious rants, but this is an anti-fee speech group and I don't think a hate-group like this should be allowed to exist. They want to ban any music that encourages independat thought. They're trying to promote an Orwellian vision of Utopia, which, to me is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the URL for their evil and wrong organization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mothersagainstnoise.us/"&gt;http://www.mothersagainstnoise.us/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......And here's the URL of a group lampooning the organization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mothersagainstnoise.org/"&gt;http://www.mothersagainstnoise.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113726468896592640?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113726468896592640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113726468896592640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113726468896592640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113726468896592640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/01/mothers-against-noise.html' title='Mothers Against Noise?!?'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113717164438869998</id><published>2006-01-13T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:06:09.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercials that suck</title><content type='html'>........and are aired too often in Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kirstie Alley for Jenny Craig "It's Rainin' Men commercial". Now, I don't have anything against Kirstie Alley, or the song "It's Rainin' Men", wait I do. Kirstie Alley has seriously creeped me out since she replaced Shelly Long on "Cheers". I get a serial killer vibe from her. As for "It's Rainin' Men" it's a given that a heterosexual male isn't going to like that song. On Court TV Canada that commercial is played every 8 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whichever bank it is that has the stupid "Hands In My Pocket" add. Played constantly, it's a song with one line. Not a very effective ad, since it's on constantly on my network of choice, Discovery Civilization, and I don't even remember what company it's for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Oh Henry, where the guy talks to his hunger (who, strangely, it a guy dressed in a tutu). Nothing against the ad in particular, but it doesn't matter what Oh Henry does to advertise, they'll always be a poor man's Snickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. That Nissan commercial that plays "Dust In the Wind" by Kansas. It just doesn't make any sense that a shipment of new cars would suddenly turn to dust on the truck they're being shipped on, just because they were passed by a Nissan. It's ironic that this would be a Nissan ad, since they're known to rust easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113717164438869998?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113717164438869998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113717164438869998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113717164438869998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113717164438869998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/01/commercials-that-suck.html' title='Commercials that suck'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113658748365682278</id><published>2006-01-06T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T18:44:43.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Info on My Trade .........</title><content type='html'>Go to this link &lt;a href="http://slam.canoe.ca/Slam/Hockey/Junior/2006/01/03/1377567-cp.html"&gt;http://slam.canoe.ca/Slam/Hockey/Junior/2006/01/03/1377567-cp.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113658748365682278?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113658748365682278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113658748365682278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113658748365682278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113658748365682278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-info-on-my-trade.html' title='For Info on My Trade .........'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113658734795330165</id><published>2006-01-06T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T18:42:27.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen.........</title><content type='html'>As of Tuesday, January 3 I have been traded from the Quebec Rempart to the Rouyn-Noranda Huskies. I would like to thank the Rempart for my time with their organization and look forward to kicking their ass in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113658734795330165?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113658734795330165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113658734795330165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113658734795330165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113658734795330165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/01/ladies-and-gentlemen.html' title='Ladies and Gentlemen.........'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113622767544476626</id><published>2006-01-02T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:47:58.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season of Caring is Over</title><content type='html'>The season of apathy has at last returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful I haven't received any responses to my non existant blog posts that involve smugness or advertising products I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy my friend/arch nemisis Wiggie has been shaming me by the sheer volume of his posting lately. I thought that seeing me for the first time in 4 years would make my apathy rub off on him. Aparrently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas gifts this year included a sporty new sude jacket, a very nice Boston Bruins hooded sweatshirt, Capcom Classics for the x box, Famiily guy complete Season 3 boxed set, and an eliminator power box power inverter (as I live in the country I figured I'd need it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bone to pick with the folks at the CBC run Country Canada digital cable channel. They decided to show the Beachcomber's Christmas on Dec. 30. I hate x-mas shows after x-mas. It's like advertising a product that won't be available for 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolved to lose 30 pounds this year. I decided it counted if I lost it then regained it. I'm going to be the mail Ricky Lake, without the earrings and obnoxiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that mexican Jesus is Hibernating in his cave until Groundhog day, you must remember that former Houston Oilers QB Warren Moon is in charge, as spiritual leader of the world, until February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the best for everyone in the new year, except for smug, stuck up mutes. They can talk, they just don't wanna, because we're not good enough for them. Well, screw you mutey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113622767544476626?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113622767544476626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113622767544476626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113622767544476626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113622767544476626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2006/01/season-of-caring-is-over.html' title='The Season of Caring is Over'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113413694971114533</id><published>2005-12-09T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T10:02:29.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Crimble!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't updated in a while. Moving makes you lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event the holidays are here again, and you know what that means........Fistfights between people who say "Merry Christmas" and are offended by the term Happy Holidays, and people who say "Happy Holidays" and are offended by the term "Merry Christmas". You know, Christmas, in large part, has become a secular Holiday anyway, so there really no reason for anyone to be offended at the term "Merry Christmas", or "Happy Holidays", since New Year's and Christmas actually constitute 2 holidays. That's enough of me getting on my high horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway with this being the Season and all, I thought I'd write my X-Mas wishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Someone, somewhere shows the WKRP Christmas special parody of "A Christmas Carol" With Venus Flytrap as the Ghost of Christmas Present. Les not wanting to eat Ham because it's made from pigs was very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas argument results in a Yuletide of blood, with casualties being only people that take trivialities so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The long overdue Gary Coleman/Mr. T Christmas special. It's christmas gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The cancellation of Hope &amp; Faith. Kelly needs more time to concentrate on Live! With Regis and Kelly, which is almost never entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. That all of the children of the world don't join hands and sing. Because if they did, it would only be a matter of time before they realized their enourmous worldwide power, and the child revolution would surely see all of us adults die, because we would be caught by surprise, and too disorganized to stop it. Do you want to live in a world built of Lego? I know I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my Christmas wishes. Mostly concerned with people I care about and myself not dying. And being healthy. And Tim Reid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113413694971114533?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113413694971114533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113413694971114533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113413694971114533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113413694971114533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-crimble.html' title='Happy Crimble!'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113045313961131832</id><published>2005-10-27T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:38:33.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Artists Ever!</title><content type='html'>In keeping with my negative world view, I thought I'd follow up 50 worst songs with 25 worst artists ever here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Faith Hill - Until I found out that Breathe, The Way You Love Me and This Kiss were all by the same, satanic artist Don Henley would have been #1. I didn't realize that Faith Hills level of suck existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst song: Breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don Henly - I know you write that crappy music just to punish me for something, but I can't figure out what. I do know that one day, Don, one day, I'm going to cut off that pony tail......Desperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Hotel California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rod Stewart - There are no original parts left on his body. In answer to his question, Do ya think I'm sexy? Manequins do, because they're also made of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Tonight's the Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Matchbox 20 - This whiny, I'm so in touch with my (fake) feelings crap is out of control. Someone end it and save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Paul Anka: If you look up annoying sycophant in the dictionary.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dan Hill: Do you even have a penis, dude? Seriously, which washroom do you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Sometimes When We Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sarah McLaughlin: She changes the words to the one melody she's written over and over and still DOESN'T STOP SUCKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: The Arms of and Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Anne Murray: On the wings of a snow white dove, god sends a metorite crashing into the Earth so no one has to suffer through "Snowbird" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Snowbird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tommy James and the Shondelles: You know, I really don't see how anything they did is anything but annoying. What the hell is a Shondelle, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Crimson &amp;amp; Clover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Train: This music is made for people who aren't very smart, let's face it. Also tone deaf. Like the lead singer of Train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Drops of Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. No Doubt/Gwen Stefani: Could the material be any weaker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Don't Speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Dave Matthews: Friend to anyone who uses drugs. You need to use drugs to find his crap interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Michael Bolton: Well, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: How Am I Supposed to Live Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Richard Marx: You, sir, are an insult to the good name of Harpo. Wherever you go, whatever you do I will be right there waiting for you (with a gun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Right There Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Bette Midler: Actually worse at singing than acting. And ALWAYS irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: From A Distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Leslie Gore: From Sunshine Lollypops and Rainbows to It's My Party, is there anything she can't do? Oh yeah, sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: It's My Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Phil Collins: Steal Peter Gabriel's singing style and make it lame will you? Look buddy, you just made THE LIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: You'll Be In My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Creed: A lead singer who's a religious zealot, and drug addict. Sound like another Waco waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: With Arms Wide Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Kathie Lee Gifford: All of her albums should be titled "Songs in the Key of Hell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Sunrise, Sunset/Try To Remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Pearl Jam: I don't understand why they're on this list, Neil Young being my favorite artist. I have nothing against grunge, either, it's just this group that invariably makes me turn off hte stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Backstreet Boys: Okay, this one's a gimmie, and too easy. I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: I Want It That Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Alanis Morrisette: Everything she puts out is a complaint about something minor. I can see why Dave Coulier left her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: Ironic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Barry Manilow: He writes the songs that make Santa Clause himself vomit with rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: I Write the Songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Celine Dion: A female comic did a whole routine about having to sit next to Celine Dion on a plane. She said Celine smells bad. So, she stinks figuratvely and literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Alan Jackson: When he was way down yonder on the Chatahoochie he should have learned not to suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: The itty bitty song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113045313961131832?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113045313961131832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113045313961131832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113045313961131832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113045313961131832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/10/worst-artists-ever.html' title='Worst Artists Ever!'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-113000197790633046</id><published>2005-10-22T11:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:36:08.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'>More 50 Worst Songs</title><content type='html'>21. The Way You Love Me - Faith Hill - If Faith Hill had any idea how much torture she's been the cause of for me, she might stop singing. I doubt it though, because only someone truly evil could make this music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. With Arms Wide Open - Creed - The lead singer sounds like a goat. Someone must stop him. Before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Take A Letter Maria - RB Greaves- A song that celebrates being a deadbeat Dad. How wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Diana - Paul Anka - Great idea to write a song where you try to pick up a girl with the line "you're so old".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Mambo #5 - Lou Bega - I've never been so glad an artist was a one hit wonder. I broke many a sterio over this song......Many a stereo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Sometimes when we Touch -Dan Hill - It's funny that a guy who's never had a girlfriend would write this song. Which makes me think he wrote it to his penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. In the Year 2525 - Zager and Evans - I don't know why they allowed this song to be made, it inspires such VIOLENT hated in so MANY people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. My Heart Will Go On - Celene Dion - The highlight of the Canadian Live 8 concert was the crowd unanimously booing Celene Dion. Had she been there she would have cried, and I'd have been happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If You Could Read My Mind - Connie Kaldor - The original should also appear here, but that would be superfluous. This version is listed because it's worse than even Liza Manelli's version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Believe - Cher - Cher freely admits they altered the vocals because she can no longer sing. Yet people still flocked to the Wal-Marts in droves to buy it. I hate people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. If I Could Turn Back Time - Cher - If I could turn back time, I'd have burned the master to this shlock before it was released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Crash - Dave Matthews Band- Need more proof than this that lots of people smoke pot? I don't. This is the best point I can make to keep pot illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. 100 Years - Five For Fighting - This isn't music, it's a goddamn hallmark card, someone please stop him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Your Body Is A Wonderland - John Mayer - If you were retarded, and I'm not saying you are, I could see you liking this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Umbrella - Dog's Eye View- Can you tell yet I hate emo? Well, I hate emo. And this song. No soup for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. 3 AM - Matchbox 20 - Baby, it's three AM and time you shut the hell up, Rob. Seriously. Christ I'd like to rip the goddamn earrings out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Crimson and Clover - Tommy James and the Shondelles - The problem created by this song is further compounded by the fact that it's an A&amp;amp;W commercial now, that strangely seems to imply incest. I don't know how they thought that would boost burger sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. We Built This City - Starship - Mainly on the grounds that it destroyed the fanbase of the band with its horridness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. The Thong Song - Sisqo - I hate novelty songs, and this one stands out for being singularly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. It's My Party - Leslie Gore - I would cry, too, if forced to once again listen to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Somewhere Out There - Linda Ronstadt and James Ingram - This song actually made me hate the Adorable Fivel from an American Tale. Fivel was later eaten by my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Up Where We Belong - Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes - As long as we're on the topic of crappy duets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Almost Paradise - Air Supply - Damn stupid 80s music that damn stupid sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Dust In the Wind - Kansas - A song by nihlists for nihlists. This is morbidly depressing, and not in a groovy Radiohead way. With an almost non-existant melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. The Other Me - Paul McCartney - Sorry Macca, couldn't let you get away with this one. Contains the line "I acted like a dustbin lid". Profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. How Am I Supposed to Live Without You - Michael Bolton- One day a blood vessel will pop in his head, he makes the takin' a dump face when he sings. Good softball player, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. The Greatest Love of All - Whitney Houston - If you could take every inspirational piece of crap ever recorded/written and combine it into one song, this'd be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. From a Distance - Bette Midler - A song that talks down to god. Way to go Midler, you've shown us that you don't think you're god, you think you're better than god. No ego on this one at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins - Why do people buy this muzac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Climb Every Mountain - Rodgers and Hammerstein - The most popular record of the 60s, and by far the worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-113000197790633046?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/113000197790633046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=113000197790633046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113000197790633046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/113000197790633046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-50-worst-songs.html' title='More 50 Worst Songs'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112999160264854909</id><published>2005-10-22T10:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T11:33:23.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Worst Songs, continued</title><content type='html'>11. MacArthur Park - Richard Harris - You know, I don't really understand how or why someone left the cake out in the rain, but they didn't leave the recipie out in the rain. how'd he lose it. Not that I care. Ah, fuck this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Kokomo - Beach Boys - Were the Beach Boys trying to kill Brian Wilson with this track released while he was in a mental institution. If they were it backfired, he's still alive and singer Carl Wilson has since passed on. Without Brian, Carl would have been the before picture in weight loss ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Breathe - Faith Hill - Boy, Faith Hill again. If I could retitle this drivel I would retitle it "Music that destroys every last shred of hope I had for humanity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Step by Step - NKOTB - These guys once claimed to be bigger than the Beatles. The other day I went to a full serve gas station, and Danny Wood pumped my gas. Seriously. I, uh, don't see Paul McCartney pumping gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The Last Worthless Evening - Don Henley - Don, seriously. You're tempting me to make it the last worthless evening YOU'VE ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ironic - Alanis Morrisette - You know what's ironic? Someone writing a song about irony without knowing what irony is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Drops of Jupiter - Train - Train's official band motto is: There's no I in SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which Way You Going, Billy? - The Poppy family - If Billy was smart he'd be on a flight to Kenya. Where they've never heard this crappy song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Circle of Life - Elton John - At one time, Elton John could write some decent songs. This song is crap. Hella-crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I Believe I Can Fly - R. Kelly - This song sucks. I Believe he can tape himself peeing in a 14 year old girl's mouth. How........inspirational. Incidentally, he's the only pop star ever to say "Only Osama Bin Laden knows how I feel". You know, even Bin Laden thinks is sick you peed in a 14 year old girl's mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112999160264854909?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112999160264854909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112999160264854909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112999160264854909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112999160264854909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/10/50-worst-songs-continued.html' title='50 Worst Songs, continued'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112992633766256681</id><published>2005-10-21T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:05:05.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Worst Songs of All Time</title><content type='html'>I've been reading worst songs of all time lists, and I thought I'd build my list piecemiel. So over the next, however long it takes, I'll build my own list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hotel California - the Eagles. This song is SO bad that if I hear it playing in a store, I will leave, and have left the store where it's playing. Even if they have cheap mayonaise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Unwell - Matchbox 20 - I hate Rob Thomas. One day he'll die. Then they'll play his music more. I can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tonight's The Night- Rod Stewart. This guy should wear a shirt that says "100% Un-Natural". The plastic surgery king with the voice like a rusty razor nearly makes me spew with this putrid piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Crystal Blue Persuasion - Tommy James &amp;amp; the Shondelles- If there's a song that is more mindless and droning than this song, I'm sure it was also by Tommy James and the Shondelles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Arms of an Angel - Sarah MacLaughlin - This song sucks. I'm embarrased to be from the same city as this bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ghetto Superstar (That is What You Are) - Puff Daddy- If you're just going to change the words to an old song and release it, why pick Islands in the stream? And HOW could you actually make that song worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin - I don't hate him because he's gay. I hate him because his music is awful. This shit sucks ass. Just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This Kiss - Faith Hill - In the space of 2 years I must've heard this song 200+ times just from being in stores. You know who makes to big a deal about that kiss? Faith Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ridin' With Private Malone - David Ball - This song is terrible. The main character rips off a mother who's child was killed in 'nam, because she doesn't know what things are worth. What an evil son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bootylicious- Destiny's Child - If you need an explaination for why this song appears here, you're what's wrong with music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112992633766256681?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112992633766256681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112992633766256681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112992633766256681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112992633766256681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/10/50-worst-songs-of-all-time.html' title='50 Worst Songs of All Time'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112973204656463263</id><published>2005-10-19T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:27:26.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the Record Haiku</title><content type='html'>In my livingroom&lt;br /&gt;I'm Watching Off the Record&lt;br /&gt;Landsberg really stinks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112973204656463263?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112973204656463263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112973204656463263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112973204656463263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112973204656463263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/10/off-record-haiku.html' title='Off the Record Haiku'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112938459217909300</id><published>2005-10-15T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:56:32.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Bother Me</title><content type='html'>Damn crows make too much damn noise. Why can't you crows be more like fire hydrants? All silent and urinated on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that there are no decent sitcoms on TV anymore. Some people think we've had enough Chris Elliot. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that impatient narcissists have probably stopped reading by now because they were impatiantly waiting to be mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Milk Rap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That beer commercial that has hockey fans singing "Flashdance". What the hell does dancing have to do with hockey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who lives in Idaho. You know, there are types of food other than potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who can't pronounce the letter "S". It's the most common sound in the english language. Maybe we should make Stop signs read "Thtop" just to accomidate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney movies. You know, Mickey's gay. Seriously. I saw him and Goofy holding hands. It was very.....creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald damn trump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following types of music: Emo, Rap, Country, R&amp;B, Pop, NuMetal, House, Techno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of more House Party movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Network TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacrosse. Lacrosse? What the hell kind of sport is that? It combines hockey with basket weaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn, dirty Montreal Canadiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys with Einstein hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112938459217909300?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112938459217909300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112938459217909300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112938459217909300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112938459217909300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-that-bother-me.html' title='Things That Bother Me'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112774787257291300</id><published>2005-09-26T12:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:17:52.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Rule</title><content type='html'>Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.........until you're slain by a wild boar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112774787257291300?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112774787257291300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112774787257291300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112774787257291300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112774787257291300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/golden-rule.html' title='The Golden Rule'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112715762021616655</id><published>2005-09-19T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T16:20:20.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I Wish</title><content type='html'>I was a catfish&lt;br /&gt;Swimmin' in the whole&lt;br /&gt;Deep Blue Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, currently I'd be swimming in the toxic soup filling what used to be New Orleans, so maybe that's not such a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Wiggie's work burned down and I can't help feeling...jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just jealous of the Money for Nothin' unemployment heques that will be forthcoming, but also of the job that involved very little customer service. The worst part of a customer service job is ........customer service. The data entry is just super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My customer service experience has given me a recurrent vocabulary which is not beneficial in certain life situations. This vocabulary revolves around such phrases as "I can certainly assist you with that." and other phrases of the same ilk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a life situation made worse by my work vocabulary, Gentleman Jeff gets mugged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugger (holding gun): All right give me your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman Jeff: I can certainly assist you with that. But first, could I get your home phone numebr beginning with the area code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugger: What the hell is wrong with you? I have a gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman Jeff: Well that's as may be but I cannot proceed with this transaction without the proper verification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugger: Listen give me your money or I'll shoot you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman Jeff: I'd be happy to give you my money, but we need to start with your home phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*several gunshot wounds to the chest later, Jeff lies on the groun mugger is walking away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman Jeff: Before you go is there anything else that I can assist you with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugger: Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman Jeff: Thank you for robbing Gentleman Jeff and I hope you enjoy your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GJ dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this really is a dead end job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112715762021616655?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112715762021616655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112715762021616655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112715762021616655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112715762021616655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-i-wish.html' title='Well I Wish'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112698602457836314</id><published>2005-09-17T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T16:40:24.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing With Mormons</title><content type='html'>The next time a mormon comes to your door, open it, and say, as evily as possible: "I want to put my evil inside you". Then watch them run. Yell after them "your god can't save you now", but be prepared to clean up their bowel movements left on the street behind them. That's good advice........Bob Villa good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112698602457836314?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112698602457836314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112698602457836314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112698602457836314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112698602457836314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/dealing-with-mormons.html' title='Dealing With Mormons'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112687495525644300</id><published>2005-09-16T09:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:49:15.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I talk to You About the Kingdom of Heaven?</title><content type='html'>I swear if one more person asks me that, or tells me to pray else face eternal damnation I'm going to scream. The thing that's particularly frustrating about this is that the people who ask/say this are all talking about different religions. To appease them all I'd have to pray to 17 different gods, thereby angering them all. Because what I believe is no one's business, I've decided to mock these people by running through a typical day for them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 AM- Wake up, pray until 8AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 AM- Breakfast: unleven bread and whole milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 AM- Go to temple, sacrifice cow that provided whole milk as offering to almighty. Exception: Hindus, who go to temple and sacrifice the soy beans used to make their milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 AM- Pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 PM- Realise they've forgotten to go to work, decide to use park bench as pulpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 PM- After converting several pigeons and a homeless man whacked out on wowie sauce, decide to take a break and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 PM- Supper, unleven bread and whole milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 PM- Watch Billy Graham mission or non-Chritian equivalent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 PM- Pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 PM- Jehova's witnesses come by they are invited in and run away in frustration after an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 PM- Pray that anyone who believes something different than you burn in hell for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 PM- Bed, sleep and dreams of Amish furniture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112687495525644300?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112687495525644300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112687495525644300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112687495525644300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112687495525644300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/can-i-talk-to-you-about-kingdom-of.html' title='Can I talk to You About the Kingdom of Heaven?'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112655055927284629</id><published>2005-09-12T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:42:39.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational Slogans</title><content type='html'>Don't just be all that you can be, be the only one who has the antidote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat is just a state of mind........until the speedos come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight the power, but don't use your bare hands or you're in for a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You own the power......... of sitting on the couch eating Funyons amd wathing Springer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a man......unless of couse you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out there and win one for the team.....OR....bet againstthe team, then go out there and lose one for the team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112655055927284629?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112655055927284629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112655055927284629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112655055927284629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112655055927284629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/motivational-slogans.html' title='Motivational Slogans'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112629464171825315</id><published>2005-09-09T16:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:37:21.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pope Visits Lake Simcoe</title><content type='html'>July 22, 2002 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontario, CanadaNot only is it part of the Popes job to visit many parts of the globe, but it is also his passionate goal to see as many places as he can in his life time. When questioned, as to what brought him to Lake Simcoe he replied “Well, I have been everywhere on my ‘must see’ list; ‘could be nice’ list; ‘well, what the hey’ list and ‘its so cheap I can’t afford not to’ list, now I’m basically going through all the places I really never wanted to go to.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112629464171825315?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112629464171825315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112629464171825315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112629464171825315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112629464171825315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/pope-visits-lake-simcoe_09.html' title='Pope Visits Lake Simcoe'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112629435399996867</id><published>2005-09-09T16:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:32:34.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112629435399996867?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112629435399996867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112629435399996867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112629435399996867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112629435399996867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112629327118299743</id><published>2005-09-09T16:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:14:31.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Impolite Movie Goer Beaten to Death</title><content type='html'>Michigan, Aug 12, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie enthusiast Brad Densley was admitted to the emergency room of a local Michigan hospital Thursday evening, and was later pronounced dead. This was after being brutally beaten in a movie theatre for answering his mobile phone during a pivotal moment in the movie's plot. Right away the whimsical monotone song the cell phone rang to immediately started people hissing and moving around in their seats. "As soon as I heard Jingle Bells from across the theatre in mid August, I wanted to hurt someone." said one audience member with a notable look of anger and hatred in his face. But when Mr. Densley then answered the phone, began talking pleasantries in an almost normal voice and proceeded to relay a shopping list to his wife, the audience went absolutely nuts. "It was when he started with the shopping list and he got down to the third item which was, I dunno, milk or something. I really wanted to stick that phone up his ass. Everyone started plowing over rows of seats to get to the guy and ring his neck, including myself." commented one person involved in the beating. "From the moment I saw him in the front lobby I knew he was an arrogant loser from his ill coordinated NY Yankees hat and LA Lakers t-shirt." Stated one man who was able to get a few kidney shots into Mr. Densley before leaving the theatre in disgust on Thursday. When interviewing the wife of Mr. Densley she stated, "This sort of thing has happened before and each time I was beyond embarrassed. But I never thought it would escalate from minor fist fights and kicking matches to the point where he looses his life. I am disappointed that the theatre staff looked the other way and did nothing to prevent my husband's death, with one usher in fact joining in on the beatings." Six men and two women were later charged and sentenced to appear in court, eleven others were issued warnings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112629327118299743?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112629327118299743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112629327118299743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112629327118299743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112629327118299743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/impolite-movie-goer-beaten-to-death.html' title='Impolite Movie Goer Beaten to Death'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112610904605594018</id><published>2005-09-07T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:04:06.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mo Jericho</title><content type='html'>According to his website, Y2J has quit wrestling. The Ayatollah of Rock N' Rolla will grace the RAW stage no longer. Leaving the roster pretty damned thin. What RAW needs is some new blood, new angles, some ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete Rose comes back as a manager, of, say, Rene Dupree, whom he secretly bets against in every match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of work "All Creatures Great and Small" star Peter Davison comes back to reprise the Slick/Kamala angle with the slogan "You are an (english) man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Atlas feuds with John Cena for the Title, "John Cena, I like to drink steaming hot coffee when I watch your matches, I hope you like steaming hot coffee".  This is great for the following conversation. Ross: Oh my god! You can see the steam rising from his head Coach: No, it's not, it's clearly cold coffee. Ross: (pauses) Sooners rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Coleman feuds with Kerwin white. If only for the nutsack shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112610904605594018?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112610904605594018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112610904605594018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112610904605594018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112610904605594018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-mo-jericho.html' title='No Mo Jericho'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112601681815895102</id><published>2005-09-06T11:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:26:58.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghetto Superstar</title><content type='html'>Anyone who thinks that ghetto superstar by P. Diddy is anything but Islands in the Stream by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton should be drug out into the street and shot.........by Kenny Rogers, thus instantly doubling his street cred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112601681815895102?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112601681815895102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112601681815895102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112601681815895102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112601681815895102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/ghetto-superstar.html' title='Ghetto Superstar'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112575966622587948</id><published>2005-09-03T11:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T12:01:06.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering where the Lions are</title><content type='html'>So, I was talking to my father last night, and he pointed out that he was very afraid of lions. He provided some very compelling reasons for being afraid of lions. So compelling that I am now afraid of lions. This seems a tad irrational as I don't think I'll ever run into one, say, bowling. Nonetheless I've come up with a foolproof strategy for escaping from ferocious lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Try reasoning with the lion. Explain to the lion that you don't taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: When step one fails, scan all Meatloaf lyrics for any advice that may help with your situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Realise Meatloaf never wrote a song about escaping from lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step4: Try reverse psycology on the lion, slather yourself in BBQ sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Run really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Take out pocket radio before lion cathes you, increase volume to 10 and press play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 7: Laugh as the lion runs from the terrible John Tesh music coming from your pocket radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 8: Stop luaghing, start to get really annoyed by terrible Kenny G music coming from your pocket radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 9: Debate pros and cons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 10: Decide that listening to John Tesh music is worse than being lion food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 11: Turn off pocket radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 12: See step 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112575966622587948?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112575966622587948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112575966622587948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112575966622587948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112575966622587948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/wondering-where-lions-are.html' title='Wondering where the Lions are'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112567222827356971</id><published>2005-09-02T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:08:23.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice for life</title><content type='html'>Here's my tip for the day, kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live power lines can be an endless source of fun and amusement. But remember kids, never use gloves when handling live power lines, the electricity contained in power lines is enough to singe your new gloves. Always handle live power lines with your bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, kids: knowing is half the battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112567222827356971?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112567222827356971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112567222827356971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112567222827356971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112567222827356971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/advice-for-life.html' title='Advice for life'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112558070091126885</id><published>2005-09-01T10:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:18:20.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut the Mullet</title><content type='html'>Rather than do anything creative, I thought I would just post the lyrics to the classic Wesley Willis song, Cut the Mullet, for my own amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the Mullet lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found on SMD Promotions and Greatest Hits Vol. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something about your long, filthy hair&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a rat's nest&lt;br /&gt;Do something about your mullet&lt;br /&gt;Get out the hair clippers, jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the mullet&lt;br /&gt;Cut the mullet&lt;br /&gt;Cut the mullet&lt;br /&gt;Cut the mullet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the rat's nest off your head&lt;br /&gt;Get that crazy-ass mother off your skull&lt;br /&gt;Take your ass to the barber shop&lt;br /&gt;Tell the barber that you're sick of looking like an asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the mullet&lt;br /&gt;Cut the mullet&lt;br /&gt;Cut the mullet&lt;br /&gt;Cut the mullet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mullet is the reason why people hate you&lt;br /&gt;They are sick of looking at your nappy weed-sack&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to look at you with that mullet on your head&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you cut that mullet, you numbskull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the mullet&lt;br /&gt;Cut the mullet&lt;br /&gt;Cut the mullet&lt;br /&gt;Cut the mullet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insure One, it's the insurance superstore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112558070091126885?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112558070091126885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112558070091126885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112558070091126885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112558070091126885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/09/cut-mullet.html' title='Cut the Mullet'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112528695090639496</id><published>2005-08-29T00:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T00:42:30.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Why don't policemen have a standard issue ration doughnut? They should all be forced to take the same, say....Boston Lemon. That would avert a number of intra-police force gun battles over whose doughnut was better. If that was the case two years ago, I wouldn't have been shot in the leg by a stray bullet steeming from a dispute between two policemen about crullers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Cap'n Crunch such a jerk? Does it make him happy to make me bleed? I'll bet it does, because he's a stupid jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Mr. T go out for a cup of coffee without someone commenting on how they thought he only drank tea? His beverage selection, in public anyway is governed by his name. And poor Mrs. T married into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people have more pairs of shoes than there are days in the year. I propose that they have formed an unholy alliance with a subterranian race of people who have 366 legs. Outside of that they all look exactly like Bob Denver. Surprisingly, they all hate Gilliagan's Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112528695090639496?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112528695090639496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112528695090639496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112528695090639496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112528695090639496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112430927178844008</id><published>2005-08-17T17:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T17:07:51.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy</title><content type='html'>Wine Kits are not without their dangers......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I blame my current, seasick state on that bastard Cap'n Crunch. The blood loss from the roof of my mouth has made me light headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I like...some things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I don't like......other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about being a Canadian is that I'm not a damn dirty Swiss bastard. I still hate the Swiss and their "pretend to be neutral, but secretly align themselves with Cap'n Crunch" Philosophy. One day Macho Man Randy Savage will kill Cap'n crunch, and I'll be happy, then a little sad, then tired, and then I'll be Coo Coo for Coacoa Puffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more when I don't feel like crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112430927178844008?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112430927178844008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112430927178844008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112430927178844008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112430927178844008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/08/dizzy.html' title='Dizzy'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112376851337865576</id><published>2005-08-11T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T10:55:13.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>I said roff, but I meant roof. You win this round Crunch.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112376851337865576?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112376851337865576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112376851337865576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112376851337865576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112376851337865576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/08/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112376837914931234</id><published>2005-08-11T10:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:52:39.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter to Cap'n Crunch</title><content type='html'>Dear Cap'n Crunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cereal does too cut the roof of my mouth, you sick bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112376837914931234?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112376837914931234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112376837914931234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112376837914931234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112376837914931234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/08/open-letter-to-capn-crunch.html' title='An Open Letter to Cap&apos;n Crunch'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112353147653951930</id><published>2005-08-08T16:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:04:36.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas for new reality shows</title><content type='html'>Don't look now.......it's an audit: A show where schoolteachers and clergymen are mercilessly audited by the IRS to expose them as tax cheats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Shiznitz: Contestants eat tacos until they have to go to the bathroom, biggest bowel movement wins......more tacos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assistant......janitor: Illegal immigrants from 12 different countries compete to see who gets to clean up high school kids vomit, caused by drinking scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkie!: 12 men sit without food in a cabin in the arctic for days on end. Then a twinkie is thrown in. First one to eat the twinkie wins 1 million dollars. Other 11 contestants win........death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112353147653951930?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112353147653951930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112353147653951930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112353147653951930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112353147653951930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/08/ideas-for-new-reality-shows.html' title='Ideas for new reality shows'/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112328003228136493</id><published>2005-08-05T19:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T19:13:52.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Un-Tourist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep thinking that Sweeden would be a sweet country. If it wasn't cold and depressing.  Which it is, just like Fresca. It's cold because it's a fizzy drink. It's depressing because it tastes like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112328003228136493?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112328003228136493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112328003228136493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112328003228136493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112328003228136493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/08/un-tourist-i-just-keep-thinking-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112319138772423453</id><published>2005-08-04T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:36:27.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The essence of a gentleman is knowing when not to pick your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here at work on hold for accounts receivable, I'm trying to figure out why americans that hail from areas with naturally occuring ice don't like hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few theories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough Michael Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough Splosions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of mud wrestling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players can't be voted off the island?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not refereed by Paris Hilton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't get to see what goes on in the ER afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some possible solutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pucks explode randomly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game played in mud, If a goalie lets in a goal he's crushed by bigfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ at every game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On ice ER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112319138772423453?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112319138772423453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112319138772423453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112319138772423453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112319138772423453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/08/essence-of-gentleman-is-knowing-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112294419893812154</id><published>2005-08-01T21:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:56:38.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend Wiggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like the title of a really bad movie, like Rain Man with more whoopins'.....Far more whoopins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here at work listening to Journey on a not very busy holiday, I think back on times when I used to write all the time. Now, as you can see from the postings, it's infrequently. However I still have thoughts and insights that would make you head spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how many times they put that stupid echo commercial on the air, you still can't fit a whole damn pit crew in the trunk. Seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew Carey made being a drunk cool, now Justin Timberlake makes being a sissy cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would put nougat in more things, I wish my pencil's eraser was made of nougat. Then it would make more sencse that I ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mayor of every town should be a dog. The town charters should be accordingly adjusted to read: Woof, woof, woof, woof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would then be made illegal for people to urinate on fire hydrants. Wait, it already is.....lousy democrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Bill Clinton were a color, I'd be drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leprechaun 2 was far more entertaining than World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis is the best sport to play, except for droolgate. That's a sport I invented where people lie on the couch watching infomercials, and compete for the biggest puddle of drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be a show about boogers. I'd call it Leave it to Booger, or Seinbooger though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My page is very, very green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112294419893812154?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112294419893812154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112294419893812154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112294419893812154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112294419893812154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-friend-wiggie-sounds-like-title-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112057378940739554</id><published>2005-07-05T15:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T11:29:49.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the Difference Between Canadidans and Americans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was recently both Canada Day (July1), and the 4th of July (the 4th of July), and it seems like a good time to reflect on the difference between Americans and Canadians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Canada and the US were bar patrons, the US would be the drunk guy picking a fight with the bouncer, and Canada would be the nerdy crowd with glasses hiding behind the bar. Canadians may be generally smarter than Americans (and that certainly is true), but without Americans we would be overrun by barbarian hoardes. Actually the state of Rhode Island would kick our collective ass if a war broke out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadians have a generally negative view of Americans, but we need America to save our ass. Americans are considered brash arrogant jerks by most Canadians, and while that's true, we've become brash arrogant jerks about not being brash arrogant jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our distinct Canadian culture was destroyed by free trade when the Canadian business went the way of the dinosaur. It's not the country I grew up in, swimming with Cdn. dept. stores et. all. But the Canada I grew up in liked America and Americans. Kind of like I do. It's not America's fault we chose to give them our culture and country, it's ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would however like to clear up some myths Americans hold about Canada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Most of us do not live in igloos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We do celebrate Christmas in Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We also celebrate Thanksgiving, but 6 wks earlier due to an earlier harvest, owing to the colder climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Most of us don't speak french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Our National Anthem is NOT One Hand in My Pocket by Alanis Morrisette, it is "the night Chicago Died " by Paper lace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Conventional laws of physics don't apply in canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Our Prime Minister is a muskox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We only have gravity 4 hours a day, the rest of the time we spend desperately clinging to trees to prevent the rotation of the Earth from flinging us into the endless void of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We do have a contained black hole in canada, we call it Hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112057378940739554?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112057378940739554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112057378940739554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112057378940739554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112057378940739554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-difference-between-canadidans-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050495.post-112005049341793718</id><published>2005-06-29T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T10:08:13.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, six years since I've written an internet column. I wish I could say a lot has happened in that time, but I don't really remember it, I really don't! Just some thoughts on random subjects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World's worst pickup line - Hey, baby, I have the AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't throw babies from a moving car..........it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they make SKOAL flavoured Skittles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago Kriss kross would make you jump, jump. Now they'll make you fries, fries. Warm it up Kriss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort is too much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world would be  a better place if people were more like ducks. Except there'd be crap everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink and drive or you'll go to jail......unless you're Ted Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the Aflac duck say anything else? Like hey, where's my paycheque. Because if he can't, I would totally not pay him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell can you chicken fry steak. Is the chicken the skillet or what? I don't want any steak with feathers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not he best I've ever written, but hey! it's been six years. I can only go up from here. I'm still no wiggie-ns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14050495-112005049341793718?l=gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/feeds/112005049341793718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14050495&amp;postID=112005049341793718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112005049341793718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14050495/posts/default/112005049341793718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentlemanjeff.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow-six-years-since-ive-written.html' title=''/><author><name>Gentleman Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304477199611467895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
