<?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-3756261</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:06:29.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAFT WILL SAVE EVERYONE OF US</title><subtitle type='html'>I am superfly tnt 
I am the guns of the navaronne
I am a mushroom cloud layin mf</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</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>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-111291796882962007</id><published>2005-04-07T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T18:54:51.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I will admit this personally to Upb tomorrow but it will posted here first.I have a real job.What led me to finally admit this?Even with all of real job things about my position I was only able to admit to having 9/10's of a real job.Today I was told that we get stock options.Ok, so I guess I really do have a real actual grown up job now.It doesn't mean I have to be a grown up though.Or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/111291796882962007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/111291796882962007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111291796882962007' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-111086119057724502</id><published>2005-03-14T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:45:24.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to learn to more of an asshole sometimes.Not be so patient.Or maybe.I just need to learn to let it go.Let me explain.Last Thursday I went to pay a bill to bloodsuckers at the hospital and due to some incorrect info given to me by the schmucks at the switchboard by the time I got there the cashiers office was closed. So, while standing there swearing under my breath I spied a sign that said</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/111086119057724502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/111086119057724502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111086119057724502' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-111083254138379028</id><published>2005-03-14T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:35:41.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey look, me blogs different.  I like it dark sometimes, it's just much easier on the eyes.Gonna watch movies all week thanks to Invisible Pete.I haven't seen alot of films in the past couple of years because of work so I am going to try to catch up while I have a chance.  Hopefully I won't be unemployed too long that I run out of stuff I want to see.  I still haven't heard back from the DWD </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/111083254138379028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/111083254138379028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111083254138379028' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-110979317657086099</id><published>2005-03-02T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:52:56.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm watchin Next Gen' today and it was Worf's birthday.I have one question.Do you have to give the royalty fee to AOL/Time Warner ifyou sing the happy birthday to you song in Klingon?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110979317657086099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110979317657086099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110979317657086099' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-110966724977270907</id><published>2005-03-01T02:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T03:04:32.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does anybody even read this thing any more?I haven't posted in 3 months.I'll be losing my job in 2 weeks.I will be smoking and eating while being unemployed.Probably jacking it too.You know, painting my own chair.Alot.So lonely.So I like to watch things that piss me off on television. Why is that?Do I enjoy torturing myself? Is that it? Or do I get my aggressions out by yellingat the television </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110966724977270907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110966724977270907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110966724977270907' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-110102777362568680</id><published>2004-11-21T02:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T03:02:53.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the hell happened to hip hop?It seems to me that hip hop that is popular now is nothing more than baggy pants, bling bling, and unintelligible hoots and hollers repeated in a rhythmic manner.It's great to make fun of, but not to so good to hear.What?   What?   What?    OK!!Oh Little John, you are so funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110102777362568680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110102777362568680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110102777362568680' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-110068183247559857</id><published>2004-11-17T02:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T02:57:12.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too many geek questions that I don't have an answer for.Please let me know if you have the answer to any of these questions.1. In the year 2154 Dr. Arik Soong tries to revive genetic engineering by capturing embryos from a space station to raise them on a remote planet. The embryos are ones left over from the eugenics wars of the late 20th and early 21st century on earth. In 2338 a Dr. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110068183247559857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110068183247559857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110068183247559857' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-110040626060765229</id><published>2004-11-13T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T22:24:20.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo, I'm the cunt breath asshole eaterAnd if you let me physically eat it, it only get (burps)Yo, the race we'll loseI'm ?? the boozeDon't eat the food!AAAAHH! If you really want to cumThis dope game get your pussy numbYO! FUCK Y'ALL! EVERYBODY!You don't wantYou don't want fuck with me ('Cause my name is Ol' Dirty)You Don't Want To Fuck With Meby Ol' Dirty BastardRIP,Old Dirty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110040626060765229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110040626060765229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110040626060765229' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-110023006380495369</id><published>2004-11-11T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T21:29:03.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, that's what the customers I've dealt with today are, Stupid. I don't expect everyone to know everything and I especially don't expect the averagejoe to know anything about photo reproduction. But I do. Know everything and especially aboutphoto reproduction. Today it took me 20 minutes to explain to a customer why a color photocopy of a Polaroid (no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110023006380495369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110023006380495369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110023006380495369' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-110016394263345423</id><published>2004-11-11T02:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T03:09:42.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zzzzz, zzzzz, zzzzz, zzzzz, zzzzz.Bluughgh, huh. What? Oh, hello. Your here. Nice to see you.Please, excuse me, I'm afraid I passed out. I'm sure I look just frightful.Why don't you go into the parlor and fix yourself a drink, I just want to freshen up a little.Please, make yourself at home.I'll be along shortly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110016394263345423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/110016394263345423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110016394263345423' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-109210055924232504</id><published>2004-08-09T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T20:18:03.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LADIES AND GENTLEMEN YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE:Due to unforeseen circumstances my mother will be working every weekend until September.This means that any trips to my parent's house are hereby canceled.  The next time that a trip there would be possible would be the weekends of Sept 4th - 5th or 18th - 19th.Thank you,Shaft</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/109210055924232504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/109210055924232504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109210055924232504' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-109148220839987293</id><published>2004-08-02T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:30:08.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LISTEN UP BITCHES! This is what's going down.First, I'm gonna work like the little monkey that I am till Friday.Second, on Friday I would like the Hawaiians to join me at Koreana in Appleton.Third, I figure the gang can go to the bar where we can enjoy drinks and I will smoke a big fat cigar, possibly two.  Cause you know why?  It's my damn birthday that's why.Fourth, I will wake up at 9am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/109148220839987293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/109148220839987293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109148220839987293' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-109141752970968717</id><published>2004-08-01T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T22:32:09.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen:  Please follow the following:  This is where my blog will be for future viewing pleasure.  Thank You.  Shaft</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/109141752970968717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/109141752970968717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109141752970968717' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108880446561147461</id><published>2004-07-02T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T16:41:05.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People there is something you should know.  There is a product out there that should never be consumed by an normal human.  That product is Extra Smooth Super Premium Camo 40.  Yesterday I drank two of them and after more than 12 hours of sleep, two boxes of macaroni and cheese and over 100 ounces of water I still feel like ass.  Now it's not like I'm a lightweight, I sit down to a pizza and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108880446561147461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108880446561147461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108880446561147461' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108831001842523833</id><published>2004-06-26T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T23:20:18.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen if I weren't so drunk I would be more fucking pissed off.  As most of you know I work for the most part in the evening.  Due to this I TiVo most of the TV that I watch.  For the last two Wednesdays it has rained like a motherfucker between like 8 or 9 pm.  And for the last two Wednesdays my shows have been interrupted because of it.  First of all, one of the things that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108831001842523833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108831001842523833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108831001842523833' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108808722296033858</id><published>2004-06-24T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T09:44:21.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey kids, here is my fantabulous Andy Rooney impression.Why is it that when some people say the words whipped cream they elongate the words as if to illustrate its wonderful decadence.  "Reeaal Whipped Creeeeaaaam"  I don't understand.  Sure whipped cream is good, it's damn good.  But some people act as if eating whipped cream will transport them to some wonderful place where birds and beavers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108808722296033858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108808722296033858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108808722296033858' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108780181141291529</id><published>2004-06-21T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T02:10:11.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I had posted a bunch about how my credit card company sucks and then I went to post about it and my post fucked up my blog. The credit card website wouldn't let me enter my account and then when I tried a bunch of times it told me I had to change the password.  So I went to change the website and it told me that it tried to but "forgot" my information and I should call the company.  Stupid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108780181141291529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108780181141291529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108780181141291529' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108571458757136342</id><published>2004-05-27T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:23:07.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So at work today I was thinking about this Robert Frost line:" Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference."I was thinking about how this poem only tells one side of the story. I mean, you never hear the story about the guy who took the road less traveled and got eaten by bears.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108571458757136342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108571458757136342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108571458757136342' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108473617160573490</id><published>2004-05-16T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T14:36:11.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages, kats and kittens and all the hep hep people of the world.  I  AM  DONEI am officially no longer employed by you know who and tomorrow begins my new job.  In my own neighborhood. Let's hope that from now on the beer flows like wine and everything comes up whores and donuts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108473617160573490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108473617160573490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108473617160573490' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108424305607709095</id><published>2004-05-10T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T21:41:55.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know this is old news but it's something that I started thinking about today.  I realized that I will no longer be able to get supersize fries and drink at any McDonalds in this country.  Not only does this go against one of the principle rules of business, namely, give the customer what they want.  It is one more instance that illustrates that our country is a bunch of fucking sheep that are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108424305607709095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108424305607709095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108424305607709095' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108412371505147129</id><published>2004-05-09T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T12:37:25.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Tee hee I'm Jordan.  That's so exciting.  Maybe now the girls will want me.  I know Angela will at least. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108412371505147129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108412371505147129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108412371505147129' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108402942883523785</id><published>2004-05-08T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T10:22:58.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey kids, by now most of you know that as of the 16th of may I will no longer have to were a blue polyester uniform five days a week.  Unless I would want to, for like some weird sex thrill or something where I play a cop and have to "pat down" a perpetrator and use my "nightstick" against them if they got violent.  I would then "put them under arrest"  and "read them their rights" and take them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108402942883523785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108402942883523785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108402942883523785' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108379837897836169</id><published>2004-05-05T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T18:10:37.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen, just what you always wanted.  The ability to easily and quickly comment on the stuff that spews forth from my mind.  Comment and comment often.  Tell me what you think.  Do not hold back.  It is your destiny.  When  you got the glow, you need the glow, you need the glow the glow to grow,  when you live to love, you love to live, huh, you got to move to the upper level, ho!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108379837897836169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108379837897836169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108379837897836169' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108320582278448535</id><published>2004-04-28T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T21:39:39.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen there is something I need to report to you.  Something that is a great injustice.  A travesty.  A stain on the fabric of the otherwise great state that we live in.  Something so bad that every time I think of it, it makes me cry.  Not just one lonely tear, but big uncontrollable sobs.  The matter that gives me such great pain every time I think of it ladies and gentlemen, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108320582278448535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108320582278448535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108320582278448535' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108311396546336662</id><published>2004-04-27T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T20:59:25.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey hey kids.  Today I was roaming about the internet and happened on the Williams-Sonoma website.  I am sure many of you who are fond of cooking have perused it many times but this is the first time I have looked at anything on there in any depth.  The website is rad, so many nifty things to buy for the kitchen and the home and recipes and articles to read and I wish I had a giant old house and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108311396546336662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108311396546336662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108311396546336662' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108290004932193323</id><published>2004-04-25T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T08:38:14.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While doing my usual weekend reading of news and events of the past week, I came across this fun article.  You really should read it.  But since I know some of you may not.  I will quote the best part.  "The Department of Energy is spending an astonishing $6.5 billion on nuclear weapons this year, and President Bush is requesting $6.8 billion more for next year and a total of $30 billion over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108290004932193323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108290004932193323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108290004932193323' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108208193761002777</id><published>2004-04-15T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:22:50.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was gonna post something to further the discussion about cooking baking science art that plinko had posted about, but I am dead fucking tired.  I don't know why, but I almost didn't make it out of bed today and I have been tired all day.  People have even been saying to me that I look tired.  So I don't feel like thinking right now.  So instead I will post the description for an episode of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108208193761002777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108208193761002777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108208193761002777' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108169399492716411</id><published>2004-04-11T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T09:40:24.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right now, there are some of the most beautiful fat fluffy white goose down like snow flakes falling.  It really is pretty watching them fall, so light and graceful.Too bad its fucking Easter.So anyway Merry Chrism... I mean, Happy Easter!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108169399492716411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108169399492716411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169399492716411' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108138751683570451</id><published>2004-04-08T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:36:40.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good thing, bad thing.  Good thing:  driving from the grocery store to my house after 11 p.m.  Yellow lights all the way, set the cruise at 30 mph and you don't even have to touch the pedals till you reach home.Bad thing: All the freaks at the grocery store at that hour.  Usually they are pretty boring and most of the time they leave you alone, but the stuff in their carts is just strange.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108138751683570451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108138751683570451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108138751683570451' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108138695995227677</id><published>2004-04-07T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T20:26:12.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I have rediscovered something about myself.  I rediscovered that I am either very good or very bad at work banter.  Otherwise known as shooting the shit.  When two people engage in small talk about work affairs that may or may not lead to something.  Banter if done properly can bond one employee to the other in that we are all in the same boat way.  Banter can also alienate two employees if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108138695995227677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108138695995227677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108138695995227677' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108077588611520321</id><published>2004-03-31T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:34:58.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well miss Barbara Jackson that would be downright rad having your presence closer to us.  I haven't read any of the plays that you mention except for the Seagull.  I don't know that having Steppenwolf involved with any play is really a good idea though.  I mean come on, Magic Carpet Ride was a fine song and Born To Be Wild was o.k.  Some believe it was the beginning of a new era in music, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108077588611520321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108077588611520321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108077588611520321' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108050131987748695</id><published>2004-03-28T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T13:26:28.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If you do not have a pen of your own then that's too bad mister, you will get no sympathy from me!"That's what I'd like to say to the wash of people who have come past my desk to sign up for new safety training.  I used to have a few pens that I could give out but every single one that I put out someone took.  So I got more pens.  They took those too.  So now I don't bother anymore.  They know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108050131987748695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108050131987748695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108050131987748695' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-108017902127307861</id><published>2004-03-24T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:06:01.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sitting next to me is one piece of pizza and three pieces of cake.  Large pieces of cake, with the big flowers on them.  It was brought to me by the first shift guy at work.  "Here you go"  he says with the first piece of cake and the piece of pizza.  "I grabbed this for you out of the lunchroom."  Then he leaves for about five minutes and comes back with two more pieces of cake.  "I grabbed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108017902127307861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/108017902127307861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108017902127307861' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107979806255365279</id><published>2004-03-20T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T10:04:15.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today I'm looking up stuff about vegas "Vegas baby, Vegas!, Vegas!."  So where else to go but vegas.com where you can read about all of the fun stuff that the city has to offer.  One of the things I came across is the description of a topless show that is at the Riviera.  Its called crazy girls and is supposed to be "one of the most erotic shows in town."   But everytime I read this excerpt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107979806255365279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107979806255365279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107979806255365279' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107957138162294663</id><published>2004-03-17T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T18:59:35.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today is St. Patricks day, one of the traditional days for Shaft to get buck wild.  But there will be no wilding today as I work tomorrow.  So does everyone else.  So there would be no one around to witness said buckwildingness or engage in it with me.  So I'm a little sad about that.  Perhaps I will make up for the non buck wildness today by getting buck wild tomorrow.  Of course everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107957138162294663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107957138162294663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957138162294663' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107956511617285977</id><published>2004-03-17T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T17:17:41.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I also am kitties who can be food.  I actually found this out a few months ago when Steph posted about it, but I never posted it on my blog.  Now I have.  There you go.What San-X Character Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107956511617285977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107956511617285977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956511617285977' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107920057813019521</id><published>2004-03-13T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T12:01:37.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the house just passed a bill that will in increase the fines for obscene language on the air."The bill would raise the maximum fine for a broadcast license holder from $27,500 to $500,000. The fine for a performer would jump from $11,000 to $500,000, and the FCC regulation that requires an individual to receive a warning first is repealed."   It passed 391-22.  I only have one thing to say</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107920057813019521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107920057813019521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107920057813019521' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107919942484615793</id><published>2004-03-13T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T11:40:12.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long story short I came across this and thought somebody else might enjoy it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107919942484615793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107919942484615793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107919942484615793' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107897474790581034</id><published>2004-03-10T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T23:50:02.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O.K.  So the bitch just stands there slapping the envelope on the fucking counter.  Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap. So I look over finally.  She has a human resource envelope in her hand.  I get about 4 or 5 a day.  I take them and put them in the interoffice mail pile.  Most people say "Could you take this for me?"  or "Here you go."   Then I say "I can take that for you."  They smile.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107897474790581034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107897474790581034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107897474790581034' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107867078221515599</id><published>2004-03-07T08:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T08:49:22.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear miss Velveteen:I do apologize for the sullying.  It was not my intention to make you look as if you knew anything.  My only assumption was that you are more familiar with the early 90's Manchester sound than I.  In the future I will refrain from asking for your tutelage on anything of the musical sort.   The creeps are quite good when done properly.  In fact I think they are the best in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107867078221515599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107867078221515599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107867078221515599' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107858668352742400</id><published>2004-03-06T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T09:27:42.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok so the I'm Free song from that commercial has been running through my head still.  I assumed that it was done by the Happy Mondays and Velveteen had concurred yesterday at the bar.The song is not by the Happy Mondays however.  It is by the Soup Dragons, and it's not even theirs.  It was originally done by the Rolling Stones on their 1965 album December's Children.So anyway, there you go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107858668352742400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107858668352742400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107858668352742400' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107844460521091255</id><published>2004-03-04T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T17:59:42.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE AMERICA!You wanna know why I love America?There are many, many reasons.  But today's reasons are:The fact that I can buy a whole cooked chicken from Pick and Save for 4 dollars!Huber beer in 12 pack non returnable (but recyclable) bottles.The classic R+B station on digital cable radio.  Sister Sledge is playing right now!The fact that my house in no longer a filth-sty.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107844460521091255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107844460521091255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107844460521091255' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107827816993193642</id><published>2004-03-02T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T19:45:44.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok so now you should go here and read all the funny things you can say in aramaic for when you see mel's gorefest.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107827816993193642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107827816993193642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107827816993193642' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107827743912817093</id><published>2004-03-02T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T20:04:46.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was just flipping thru pages linked to a google search for shoes and I came across this quote from some baby site."The proper fit for fast-growing feet is important, however. When you do buy outside shoes, make sure there's a space as wide as your index finger (about 1/2 inch) between the end of the shoes and your baby's piggies. Shoes should also be wide and flexible enough to allow your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107827743912817093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107827743912817093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107827743912817093' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107761147882505496</id><published>2004-02-24T02:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T15:13:31.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm checking my e-mail before bed and when I close hotmail it goes to the msn page.  I notice an article about why we have a leapyear.  Now I have known why since I was in grade school but I figure I'll see if there is any other fun trivial info in the story.  I was right, fun stuff about what different calenders have been proposed and struck down and the deeper specifics of leap year and this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107761147882505496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107761147882505496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107761147882505496' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107759009182255666</id><published>2004-02-23T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:39:45.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big shout out to the man, the invisible one, on the day of b. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107759009182255666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107759009182255666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759009182255666' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107678377342791236</id><published>2004-02-14T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T12:38:44.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bitch bitch bitch.  That's all I ever do.  Yeah well here's another one chump.Earlier today I was cruising the msn websites and looking at the fashion/clothes part of msn: women.  They had an article about how four different women would wear an outfit.  The outfit consisted of a red turtleneck, skirt, mod coat and boots with tights.  Now, the thing that pissed me off about it was that they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107678377342791236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107678377342791236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107678377342791236' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107663607178795409</id><published>2004-02-12T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T19:37:00.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages I have a name for my car.After much deliberation and many good suggestions I have decided that my new automobile will be named:Egg ShenWhy Egg Shen?  Well, you know what power it has under the hood? A six demon bag that's what.What does it run on?Black blood of the earth.So there you have it kids and remember:It's all in the reflexes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107663607178795409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107663607178795409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663607178795409' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107655703515627794</id><published>2004-02-11T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T21:41:01.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is a fun quote from the Bermuda travel website FAQ:Can I bring my own food to Bermuda? Some foodstuffs are dutiable and the amount varies between 5% and 22.25% of value. But when foodstuffs are brought in with passenger baggage, the duty rate applicable is 22.25% of the value. This also applies to meat for personal consumption.Visitors may bring in up to 20 lbs. without a meat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107655703515627794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107655703515627794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107655703515627794' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107617329044312737</id><published>2004-02-07T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T11:08:12.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First and foremost much luck to miss bebo in the auditions for the URTA.  I would have loved to join you but I got me one of them jobby jobs that ain't got no vacation.  As if you couldn't gather that from previous posts.  I've not seen you act but I'm sure their minds will be blown wide with the wicked kung fu you possess.  If you don't make it, remember that you now know how to cartwheel kick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107617329044312737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107617329044312737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107617329044312737' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107603071446508227</id><published>2004-02-05T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T19:34:54.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>59 miles 59 miles That's what it says on the odometerof my(in your best Rod Roddy voice)Brand New Car</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107603071446508227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107603071446508227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603071446508227' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107585778225707200</id><published>2004-02-03T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T19:25:19.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was going to post a long tirade against all the people complaining about Janet, miss Jackson if your nasty.I was gonna talk about Madonna and reimaging yourself in the public eye and Britney and not being notecast and different demographics.  But I am tired.  So this is what you get.1. She is, after all, a Jackson.2. People who are angry about it are stupid.because 3. For christ's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107585778225707200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107585778225707200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585778225707200' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107526069249119909</id><published>2004-01-27T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T21:42:59.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man you guys are gonna be sick of me rambling about political stuff if I keep reading shit from The American Prospect, I won't link here just see sidebar to your right.  I like what they have to say so much it has been added to my prestigious list of links.  Anyway again an excerpt and then yelling in my best Lewis Black way.What the president said about the deficit: "We can cut the deficit in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107526069249119909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107526069249119909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107526069249119909' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107495963778525893</id><published>2004-01-24T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T09:56:00.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen,  there is a great atrocity being perpetrated in our federal government.  A bill will come before the house on Wednesday the 28th which would make into law the practice of selling cigarettes through the mail illegal.  Now I don't care about cigarettes so much because they are available at any gas station or grocery store.  The threat in this bill that will take away my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107495963778525893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107495963778525893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107495963778525893' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107444233265878781</id><published>2004-01-18T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T10:20:38.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boys and girls read this, and they say there is nothing wrong with the economy. So I have been reading some of the liberal, but in my opinion very pro constitution websites out there.   I have come across some interesting things.  Like one site I was reading about how the world would change if there were more supreme court justices like Clarence Thomas and Antonin Scalia.  It's some scary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107444233265878781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107444233265878781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107444233265878781' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107419567878737960</id><published>2004-01-15T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T13:43:10.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen,  it has come to attention that some clarification is in order to prevent people calling around to get me a good rate on a psychologist.  About the porn thing.  I don't feel that way all the time, just sometimes.  Because of the current state of my affairs I have limited contact to females that are not taken and as of current I don't believe my comments apply as much to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107419567878737960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107419567878737960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107419567878737960' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107413717728123674</id><published>2004-01-14T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T21:28:08.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow...Throw your homework onto the fire...Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you...La la la la la la la la...Sorry, its been running through my head all day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107413717728123674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107413717728123674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413717728123674' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107404111444661308</id><published>2004-01-13T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T18:47:03.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As most of the people who read this know, Shaft has a hard time with reality.  The past week my reality has been hard to take because I have found the answers to some questions I have been asking myself for a long time.   One of the answers is to the question of why I like bad porn.  Porn of low quality or containing women of a sometimes just downright nasty appearance.  The reason I like so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107404111444661308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107404111444661308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107404111444661308' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107384015991964888</id><published>2004-01-11T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T11:00:00.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't get the smell of breakfast off of my hands and I have washed them twice and sprayed them down with glass cleaner three times.  They still smell like onions.  There were red onions on the sandwich I had for breakfast and I don't remember taking them off the sandwich and rubbing them all over my hands.  I expect that when I belch I will taste or possibly smell the onions.  But I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107384015991964888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107384015991964888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107384015991964888' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107343979960232999</id><published>2004-01-06T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T19:48:19.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently I spoke too soon about the respect at work thing.  I still get respect from my superiors and from the people in the offices that talk to me.   But one of the guards informed me that the people in the plant have a problem with the way I do my job.  Some people have been complaining that I spend too much time on this computer and not enough time staring blankly into space or keeping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107343979960232999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107343979960232999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343979960232999' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107334874059622131</id><published>2004-01-05T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T18:27:19.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd like to give a big shout out to a-lo for making this here forum go.  As of Wednesday I will have one year in at work.  I never thought that I would have to stay here this long.  But I have and I am not dead... yet.  I have gotten used to the routine and I don't really mind working here.  I just wish it payed a lot more so I would only have to have one job.  Plus having weekends off would be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107334874059622131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107334874059622131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107334874059622131' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107292302838726565</id><published>2003-12-31T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T20:12:00.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey guess what, it's me talking about work again.  Well it's something I do alot, the working, so deal.  Today at work is the day when everyone calls me from out in the plant or comes up to my desk and asks me if Wisconsin won.  Now all of my friends know that shaft don't pay sports no never mind,  but none of these people do.  To them they see that I am a man so I must of course have the espn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107292302838726565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107292302838726565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107292302838726565' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107283800905290940</id><published>2003-12-30T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T22:55:15.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So if you were to see the sidewalks surrounding the building where I work you would think it had snowed.  Only on the side walks.  But that's not snow, that's salt.  Good old Sodium Chloride, yep NaCl one atom sodium one atom chlorine.  Why is there so much salt on the sidewalks shaft?  Well cause I got bitched at, that's why.  Some of you may have noticed the light dusting of snow that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107283800905290940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107283800905290940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107283800905290940' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107275538148169646</id><published>2003-12-29T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:37:51.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some of you may remember a problem that I had with a certain brand of gin not too long ago.  Well I happened to run across the website when looking for info about different kinds of bourbon.  Burnetts is made by Heaven Hill distillery and to quote the raves and reviews section of their website the gin has "spice, clove, honey, lemon topnote""pine needle, maple, anise on finish""straight up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107275538148169646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107275538148169646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107275538148169646' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107222753065955572</id><published>2003-12-23T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T19:01:44.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of all the things that could be said about Christmas, I think my man Linus Van Pelt had it down pretty good.Happy Merry Christmas and Christmas Merry Happy to all the gang and their family. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107222753065955572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107222753065955572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107222753065955572' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107213568955395193</id><published>2003-12-22T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T17:34:14.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the lady at work just called me a communist.  We were chatting about the health insurance companies and medical field and she says that it should be government regulated.  I said that I whole heartedly agree as there is a whole mess of conspiracy in the medical and insurance fields.  Then the phone rings and she gathers up her stuff and as she walks away she says "Communist."   Now I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107213568955395193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107213568955395193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213568955395193' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107212931894543746</id><published>2003-12-22T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T17:44:38.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!  Hey bebo:No my dollar doesn't matter ;p Ok maybe it does.  You know, I probably should have just went to target and paid like 12 bucks and gotten a kettle that will last longer than the 5 dollar one anyway.  Wallys is still gonna keep on doing what they do though, but maybe I don't have to contribute to it.  Unless I am really broke.  I think you should get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107212931894543746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107212931894543746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107212931894543746' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107202320996890989</id><published>2003-12-21T10:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T10:21:02.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To miss bebo:  thing 1: Yes the stuff is wicked expensive and you could probably get it elsewhere.  Like government auctions and the like.  I have never heard of SWAP in Madtown so maybe if I ever had some bread and needed more furniture I could go there.  Especially if they have a desk like the pedestal one, my fiberboard computer desk is starting to fall apart.  When I am at work and browsing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107202320996890989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107202320996890989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107202320996890989' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107178235160283208</id><published>2003-12-18T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T15:23:25.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen long long ago I had some trouble with a certain deli worker of Asian persuasion and some cheese.  Today I had an incident that in those days would have made me writhe with anger, squirm with choler and dance with fury.  But today I am a different person and today I took it all in stride.  But what happened makes me wonder.  Are all of the people that work at walmart blind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107178235160283208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107178235160283208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178235160283208' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107170751194443789</id><published>2003-12-17T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T18:33:05.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohmygodohmygodohmygod,  check this out.Ohh,  double pedestal desk you just made me J in my pants.  Ooooh,  steel tanker side chair, I love you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107170751194443789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107170751194443789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107170751194443789' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107163691759098025</id><published>2003-12-16T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:56:30.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, people of the world.  I have decided that I am gay. A homosexual.Not because I like dick, although I have to admit that given enough liquor and the right man I would be curious.No my audience, I am gay because that way the bill collectors can not get to me.Lately the local bill collector has had young attractive sounding women call and leave a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107163691759098025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107163691759098025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107163691759098025' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107153871188629852</id><published>2003-12-15T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T19:44:16.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEY I.T. FUCKERS AT SITES WHICH I WILL NOT NAME HERE.   HEY!!!!!  HEY!!!!!   GET YOUR FUCKING SHIT FIXED.   GET SOME FUCKING DECENT HOSTING.  I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO WAIT 5 FUCKING MINUTES OR MORE FOR THE SHIT OFF YOUR SERVER WHEN I GET 2.3 MBITS DOWNLOAD. SOME OF YOUR SHIT WON'T EVEN DOWNLOAD AT ALL.calm calm calm,  moving on moving on moving on, better. But the freaking websites still won't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107153871188629852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107153871188629852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107153871188629852' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107073191420876416</id><published>2003-12-06T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T11:32:53.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today I went to match.com and took their personality profile.  It asks you questions and then compares you against other men and ladies that have taken the test.  For example I found out that I am generally more rational and level headed than most men.  Ha Ha it's funny, it is to laugh.  But that's not the funny part.The funny part is when I am matched against the ladies.  The results are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107073191420876416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107073191420876416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107073191420876416' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107033422073747468</id><published>2003-12-01T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T21:04:33.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am very glad that I have not used my own name or that of any of the gang in my blog.  This is only because what I am about to write could get me killed or at the very least my legs broken.I am now an accomplice to illegal gambling.You all may remember me speaking about the guy who uses the employee phones to call his bookie from work.  Well now people are calling me to leave messages for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107033422073747468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107033422073747468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107033422073747468' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-107012397777513471</id><published>2003-11-29T10:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T10:40:27.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its the most wonderful time of the year hearts mistletoingmarshmellows for toastingcarrolling out in the snowscary ghost stories?tales of the glories of christmases long long ago?Welcome to full on countdown to christmas boys and girlsthey started playing christmas songs on the musak at work on friday already.  Not that I mind seeing as I am a big xmas music fan.  and I dig christmas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107012397777513471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/107012397777513471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107012397777513471' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106961125104038598</id><published>2003-11-23T12:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T12:14:51.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does anyone happen to know why the only stations on the radio that come in clear at work are the freakin religious stations?Why is it that they have more broadcast power than local stations that play that evil secular music?Doesn't Cumulus have enough money to build towers strong enough to trump the religious ones?You know I always thought that most people wanted to learn about how Billy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106961125104038598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106961125104038598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106961125104038598' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106959311146774795</id><published>2003-11-23T07:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T07:12:32.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am an abuser.So is Mr. and Mrs. Jones and Velveteen.We are abusers.This website proves it.Here is a quote."Stimulation is then followed by depression and fatigue, leading the abuser to seek more nicotine."I am so ashamed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106959311146774795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106959311146774795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106959311146774795' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106929864211484059</id><published>2003-11-19T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T23:28:32.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In case the eyes who are to see it have not, the list of shaft is on the bad guys blog.So I had a bitch about work posted for about a half hour up here and then the thing that I bitched about never happened so I decided to post this instead.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106929864211484059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106929864211484059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929864211484059' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106882514868823445</id><published>2003-11-14T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T09:52:57.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi, its 9:30 am, and I am at work.  Most people will say, but shaft so am I.  I have been at work for a half hour or possibly and hour and a half.Yeah, well 9:30 am is the middle of my workday.Yep, came in at 5:30 am.  If you remember I did this once before for a whole week a little while ago and it seems just a crazy this time too.You wanna know something even better?Its my day off.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106882514868823445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106882514868823445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882514868823445' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106815992509733836</id><published>2003-11-06T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T17:05:44.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooooh,  my tummy and brain hurts.I just spent the last five hours eating donuts and watching melrose place.I can't decide if this is worse or better than the time I spent the whole day eating gummi worms and watching Beverly Hills 90210.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106815992509733836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106815992509733836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106815992509733836' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106808295955657363</id><published>2003-11-05T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T19:43:34.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I just finished writing a long post bitching about macs.  I decided not to post it after going back and reading it.  It had lots of quotes from various websites about Panther, the new mac os, and had lots of funny retorts to those quotes.  But after I read it I realized that I can sum up the whole post in two sentences.1. Mac os 10.3 (Panther) has lots of new features and they are, etc.2. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106808295955657363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106808295955657363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106808295955657363' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106800986474560963</id><published>2003-11-04T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T23:24:41.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So now they are employing homeboys at the collection agencies.You know "Yo yo yo, up in here, what what"Homeboys.The message on my answering machine went like this."Yeah, dis (name garbled) I'm just tryin' to get atcha.  I's wondrin if you home.  Garbled sentence. Yeah, well call me back if you got caller I.D.If not you can holla back at me at 1-800-xxx-xxxx. I'm so impressed that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106800986474560963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106800986474560963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800986474560963' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106769947525663902</id><published>2003-11-01T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T09:13:53.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry, I bored and at work and having too much fun with babelfish.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106769947525663902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106769947525663902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769947525663902' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106769938802594329</id><published>2003-11-01T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T09:10:00.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tu asno es tan enorme como dos edificios muy grande.Oh man, that's wonderful.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106769938802594329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106769938802594329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769938802594329' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106769919863759402</id><published>2003-11-01T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T09:06:50.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Usted tiene materia fecal para una cabeza!that's fricken hilarious</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106769919863759402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106769919863759402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769919863759402' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106769402497117776</id><published>2003-11-01T07:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T07:42:47.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tu madre sopla cabras detras del granero!hahaha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106769402497117776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106769402497117776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769402497117776' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106762937204644405</id><published>2003-10-31T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T14:27:27.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok so her is the new template for me blog.I still need some things fixeted.Hopefully someone with the wicked kung fu can help me.And then I will be able to save you all again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106762937204644405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106762937204644405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106762937204644405' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106746319770827094</id><published>2003-10-29T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:42:56.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why in the hell didn't I think of this . I have two crisp twenties in my wallet right now.In fact everytime I get payed I should sell my money on Ebay and make an 18% or more return.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106746319770827094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106746319770827094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746319770827094' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106609880833194335</id><published>2003-10-13T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T21:34:45.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In response to upb mmm cake.and I hope they do make cigarettes illegal because I will quit my job and run smokes from canada.I will be an overnite millionare and be the next Al Capone.Don't call me scarface, my name is Capone!Of course maybe dying in prison of syphilis is bad.Get crazy with the syphilis.Oh, wait they already have the mafia don't they.Damn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106609880833194335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106609880833194335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106609880833194335' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106558066360794502</id><published>2003-10-07T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T21:37:43.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored BOREDSo once upon a time where I work their were two people to man the desk.  One would sit and the other would go make sure the building was ok.  Then the next hour we would switch.  Then the company decided to save some money and only have one guy sit the desk and answer the phones and watch the alarms in case they went off.  This was bad for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106558066360794502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106558066360794502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106558066360794502' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106555720056401388</id><published>2003-10-07T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T15:06:40.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you miss bebo, I kinda figured out what bunny monologue was about 2 seconds after I posted but saying Bunny monologue is fun so I had to ask to be sure.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106555720056401388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106555720056401388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106555720056401388' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106547659920921158</id><published>2003-10-06T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T16:43:18.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I understand why everyone in the office treats me the way that they do.  They all think I am mildly retarded.Just like Benny on L.A. Law Maybe I should just act the tard and live up to their expectations.I should get another girl in the office who is retarded to be my girlfriend and then I can embarrass everyone when I ask them how to bang her.  Just like Benny. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106547659920921158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106547659920921158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106547659920921158' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106536602197843729</id><published>2003-10-05T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T10:00:22.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bebo.Whats a bunny monologue?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106536602197843729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106536602197843729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106536602197843729' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106510932159402619</id><published>2003-10-02T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T10:44:02.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you know?  Cause I didn't know.   But did you know?That if you get caught between the moon and New York City.The best that you can do.Yes, the best that you can do. Is fall in love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106510932159402619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106510932159402619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106510932159402619' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106510668236746304</id><published>2003-10-02T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T09:59:27.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM DONE!!!!!!!!!  I AM FUCKING DONE!!!!!!!!!I AM SICK OF BEING EVERYONES PERSONAL FUCKING SECRETARY.I AM SICK OF BEING THEIR FUCKING ANSWERING SERVICE, HOWHARD IS IT TO UNDERSTAND THAT IF YOUR FATHER MOTHER BROTHER SISTER AUNT UNCLE COUSIN RELATIVE OR SIGNIFACANT OTHER IS AT WORK THEY ARE BUSY AND UNLESS YOUR ARE FUCKING BLEEDING FROMTHE EYEBALLS NO YOU CANT TALK TO THEM.I AM ALSO SICK </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106510668236746304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106510668236746304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106510668236746304' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106503053151516149</id><published>2003-10-01T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T13:09:50.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not that I care but... THEY PICKED THE FRIGGEN COW HEAD CHEESE COIN!!!!!Now I understand that the vote is only advisory according to the commemorative quarter council and that they picked the injun and explorer coin but come on people can't our state have something that looks a little cultured and I don't mean like cheese.  We might as well have put a can of miller beer on the quarter and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106503053151516149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106503053151516149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106503053151516149' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-106383764030652810</id><published>2003-09-17T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T17:28:18.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I ever have a child I want to name him Joplin.People will ask me "Oh, its named after Janis Joplin, right?"Then I will dance around them beating them about the head and neck shouting"SCOTT, SCOTT, SCOTT YOU FOOL!"Might be traumatic for the kid, but, eh whatever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106383764030652810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/106383764030652810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106383764030652810' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-105859559134563437</id><published>2003-07-19T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T01:23:54.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Say, one more thing, I don't know if I like the new blogger yet.  I am sure I will get used to it but for now it is a little bit weird.One more thing,  The Outfield Rocks!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/105859559134563437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/105859559134563437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105859559134563437' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-10585946708140477</id><published>2003-07-19T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T01:13:22.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I keep trying to e-mail one miss Bebo and her work e-mail will not let me contact her.  I don't know if the above mentioned is reading this forum but I really have tried, really.  I just signed up for another e-mail address and tried to send you messages from there but I don't know if that will work.  Hopefully it will, if it does not then I suggest that you get a hotmail account and we can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/10585946708140477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/10585946708140477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#10585946708140477' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3756261.post-95277874</id><published>2003-06-04T05:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T05:36:42.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank ya kindly miss!  I posted it cause I knew I would forget to ask next time I saw you.  Since I have been working, I seem to forget everything very quickly. My short-term memory will not transfer anything much to my long-term memory.  I don't mean big things like my brothers wedding but little things like a question I have for someone or the name of a song I want to download.   I have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/95277874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3756261/posts/default/95277874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaftwillsaveeveryoneofus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95277874' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01585436817903585986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
