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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-10-21T13:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-21T17:46:31Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I am not aloud to be surprised, regarding gifts.  I don't know why, but I can't; no shock and awe for me.  I was talk to my brother on the tele and he told me ooh mom's got a surprise for you in your package.  I was immediately pissed because now I knew I was getting something else of the unknown in my package.  I would have loved to open my apartment door to receive my package open it and be delightfully surprised to discover there would be more then I had anticipated.  So, I immediately began to wonder what else was in my package.  I had a few ideas.  My brother kept telling me don’t worry you will never guess what it is, yet I thought of it before he even finished the above proclamation.  Then, when the package did arrive because I knew something else was in it I could help but notice that on the customs form it said clothing.  I knew for sure what it was then.  It would have been one of the best surprises ever!  It is a t shirt!  I just had to try it on; I could contain my quivering knees anymore.  Surprised I was not able to be because the shirt was gargantchwuann.  Another instance where I was unable to be surprised was my previous birthday or two ago.  A week before my birthday my brother and I where in walmart in the food centre because we had no food, accordingly.  He grabbed some hot dogs and I told him I didn’t want them.  He said “I thought you liked hot dogs.”  I said I do but I’m just growing a little tired of hot dogs.  He said oh well I guess I need to call mom then. My mom had purchased me a toast that cooks two hot dogs and two buns at a time.  It is the coolest gift in the world, and it would have been such a neat surprise, but I again was robbed of the delightful emotion of surprise.  Wow I am having such déjà vu experience right now its not even funny.  I was going to type the sentence (and I’m not even surprised by that) but I saw the visual picture beforehand my eyes are so fucked up.  I have way too many instances of those.  The other instance of nonsurprising happened over 8 years.  Christmas time, this is partially my own fault in some instances because I would look to see my gift before wrapage would occur.  However, my dad and step mother, aka “D” and the “B”; would not even surprise my brother and I on Christmas.  I did not necessarily need to receive some grand present every year but once in a while so I could smile with glee on Christmas morning.  No! If I wasn’t something “BIG” I had to pay for half of it.  I guess it helped me learn how to spend and save money, but I was stoned of being able to feel true surprise.  Like when you give your parents your Christmas list and you wonder what you’re going to get.  D and the B would say ‘we’ll get you this but you have to pay for half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete is what they called this clever feller&lt;br /&gt;They called hi this like non other&lt;br /&gt;Sit a while and I will tell you why my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke every morning, fresh and a new&lt;br /&gt;Gods gift to heaven – a special brew&lt;br /&gt;He would see blue velvet skies, moonpies, along the dockside</content>
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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-08-31T12:36:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-31T16:38:17Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Everyone be sure to watch espn2 tonight at 7pm, thanks.</content>
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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-07-06T21:34:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-07T01:34:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-07T01:34:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dedicated to Mr. Howard; inspiring one to become an active moviegoer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likely you are among the many millions who have seen the second installment of the Spiderman franchise.  Twenty-four hours short of being a week since the movies release does not help my elapsing memory which is so intangible to the conscious mind that its porous mass could sustain as a reservoir for the flooding rapids of the Mississippi; shall we…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most intriguing aspect of the superhero is not their ability to be centre of attention, but their own disenfranchising conundrum in their mind.  The formula which by all superhero movies should follow, that of splendid spectacles and illusionistic revels in the first, and in the second that of the described.  Which seems to be the biggest quarrel amongst all, sequels unable to conquer their predecessor in the plot or story depth.  Spiderman 2 had unrivaled success by examining the life of a college student named Peter Parker, who lives two lives that are more then demanding.  Scientific genius, college student, loving nephew, photographer, pizza delivery boy, half ass boyfriend, and he has a second life as well.  This movie showed the everyday struggle of Peter Parker and how his life on both ends is on the edge waiting, waiting for the weight of everything to come clashing down upon it.  This movie shows his undying love for Mary Jane Watson who although doesn’t tell her best friend, Peter Parker, that she is on the verge of marriage even though it seems that she and her fiancée had only known one another for some short time.  There was also some key moments between Harry Osbourne and Peter Parker that foreshadowed conflicts.  Aunt May and Peter had a heart wrenching moment as Peter revealed the actual happens in the leading moments to, the beloved husband and Uncle, Uncle Ben death, among other things that unraveled with Peters immediate family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best scene in the movie was the operation scene; when the doctors were trying to remove the arms from Otto.  It was brilliant.  Loud screams, dark shadows, and a screeching chainsaw.  This scene also had no music to it.  It seemed to come right out of some horror flick.  The profile screams were so amazing, I could not stand it, it made me feel awkward, yet I could not look away.  And in other scenes with Dr. Octopus there was really weird and different action going on in the background that kept my attention scrambling for such tantalizing details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which could be considered the greatest villain of any superhero movie ever.  Otto Octavius, alter ego Dr. Octopus, was awesome.  A villain with death defying, most convenient weaponry struck terror and fear into the soul of the citizens of New York and the patrons in the theatre; a villain that could be felt in the souls of your feet.  It seemed that Dr. Octopus did not have many scenes in the movie; however, this was a great advantage because it gave him so much power, he seemed larger then life.  Many people are afraid of the unknown things like spiders or sharks because they fear it and want nothing to do with it.  People fear what they don’t understand.  Dr. Octopus was able to convey this type of austere, and he was felt coming for miles.  Because of this type of villain, Spiderman was able to become more important in this film.  Literally, Spiderman had to fight five people at once.  This enabled Spiderman to become more agile and aware of himself, stronger, and faster.  It also gave Dr. Octopus something no other villain has ever had, the shear presence and ability that could be rivaled by non-other then someone with equal abilities.  He was something only a true hero could handle.  Spiderman 2 was an amazing ride the will continue with Spiderman facing foes that will demand your respect and attention…did anyone happen to notice the Lizard’s shadow against one of the buildings in the end?</content>
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    <title>interesting...</title>
    <published>2004-06-12T16:49:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-12T16:49:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://sneak.datavibe.net/misc/lj/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is very interesting. &lt;img src="http://sneak.datavibe.net/misc/lj/blah" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content>
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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-06-06T13:44:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-06T17:48:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-06T17:48:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="250" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="color:white; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;doodilybear's LJ stalker is minthoney!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;minthoney is stalking you because they have you confused with someone else whom they love. They are also leaving anonymous abuse on your journal!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php"&gt;LiveJournal Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Who is your LJ Stalker Friend?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php"&gt;LJ Stalker Finder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>LORD STANLEY!!!!</title>
    <published>2004-05-25T22:13:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-25T22:13:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Stanley Cup begins only to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Cup finals&lt;br /&gt;1Lightening vs. 6Flames:  Flames in 6.</content>
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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-05-24T20:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-25T00:15:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-25T00:15:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SwooshJKW/1075572277_esguinness.gif" border="0" alt="Guinness"&gt;&lt;br&gt;GUINNESS: You like to be known as a past-tense&lt;br&gt;heavy drinker and are full of stories of antics&lt;br&gt;from your 'youth.'  You consider yourself more&lt;br&gt;mature than those 'other' beer drinkers, and&lt;br&gt;your taste reflects that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SwooshJKW/quizzes/The%20Greatest%20Beer%20Quiz%2C%20ever!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The Greatest Beer Quiz, ever!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-05-19T23:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-20T04:07:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-20T04:07:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't wait to get my boston terrier!  Depending on when I get a real job it could be right out of college or who knows when.  I am also excited about getting a cat too.  My cats name will be pepper 2, and the boston terrier will be milo.</content>
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    <title>ROUND 3!!</title>
    <published>2004-05-12T01:06:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Round 2 50/50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western Conference Finals&lt;br /&gt;2Sharks vs. 6Flames: Flames in 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastern Conference Finals&lt;br /&gt;1Lightening vs. 3Flyers:  Flyers in 6.</content>
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    <title>GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Round two: Return of Composure</title>
    <published>2004-04-23T00:43:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-23T00:43:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well first found was full of excitement.  I was 5-3 overall, I should have never picked Nashville and I should have picked Calgary.  I really did want the Flames to win; they did, and I was being moronic to pick the Preds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2&lt;br /&gt;Eastern Conference &lt;br /&gt;Semifinals&lt;br /&gt;1Lightening vs. 7Canadiens:  I was surprised to see Lightening here but when a goalie lives up to his name 'the berlin wall' rubber cannot penetrate concrete.  However, I have seen a toothpick jammed through a steel pole after a tornado...hint hint.  The Canadiens won three in a row after down two; nothing can stop the Canadien fury.  Canadiens in 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3Flyers vs. 4Leafs:  Come on! Leafs in 6.  I will say the flyers are the only team that makes a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western Conferece&lt;br /&gt;Semifinals&lt;br /&gt;1Red Wings vs. 6Flames:  Wings in 7.  The Flames cannot get flustered just grind it out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2Sharks vs. 4Avs:  Avs in 5.  What a westcoast conference final this would be.</content>
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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-04-15T12:31:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-16T04:31:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-16T04:31:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.&lt;br /&gt;Throw at me what you got. The weirder, the more fun it will be."</content>
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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-04-10T00:35:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-10T03:43:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-10T03:43:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" style="margin: 5px; border: 1px solid #FF0000; padding: 5px; font: 10pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #ffccff; font: 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your &lt;a href="http://www.theferrett.com/purity"&gt;Ultimate Purity Score&lt;/a&gt; Is... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #FF0000; border-bottom-style: solid;" width="125"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #FF0000; border-bottom-style: solid;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Score&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 4px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #FF0000; border-bottom-style: solid;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Average&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;" width="125"&gt;Self-Lovin'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;81.7%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never taken out of the packaging&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold"&gt;65.1%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;" width="125"&gt;Shamelessness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;97.6%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Has yet to see self in mirror&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold"&gt;79.4%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;" width="125"&gt;Sex Drive&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;94.7%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Pope is envious&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold"&gt;77.7%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;" width="125"&gt;Straightness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;85.7%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just go &lt;i&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt; something, okay?&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold"&gt;44.9%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: #ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;" width="125"&gt;Gayness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;100%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;"&gt;83.6%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;" width="125"&gt;Fucking Sick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;100%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="background-color: #ffffcc; vertical-align: top; font: 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
    &lt;td colspan="3" style="vertical-align: top; font: 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; font-weight: bold; padding: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;You are 92.33% pure&lt;br&gt;Average Score: 72.7%&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theferrett.com/purity"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take The Ultimate Purity Test&lt;br&gt;and see how you match up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-04-06T21:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-07T00:40:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-07T00:40:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am writing a paper about the theme of beauty of the female figure in paintings by Jenny Saville and Lucien Freud.  It is going to BE sooooo CRAZY!!</content>
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    <title>Playoff time</title>
    <published>2004-04-04T22:19:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-04T22:19:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everyone watch the NHL playoffs on ESPN AND ESPN2, and the quest for Lord Stanley.  Here is my layout of the Land.&lt;br /&gt;Playoff time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence Campbell Conference&lt;br /&gt;Clarence Campbell quarter finals&lt;br /&gt;1 Red Wings vs. 8 Preds:  Predators win series in 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Sharks vs. 7 Blues:  Sharks win series in 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Canucks vs. 6 Flames:  Canucks win in 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Avs vs. 5 Stars:  Avs win in 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence Campbell semi-finals&lt;br /&gt;2 Sharks vs. 8 Preds:  Sharks win in 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Canucks vs. 4 Avs:  Canucks win in 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence Campbell finals&lt;br /&gt;2 Sharks vs. 3 Canucks:  Canucks win in 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Whales Conference&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Whales semi-finals&lt;br /&gt;1 Lightening vs. 8 Gordon's Fish sticks:  Islanders win in 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Bruins vs. 7 Canadiens:  Canadiens win in 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Flyers vs. 6 Devils:  Flyers win in 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Maple leafs vs. 5 Sens:  Leafs win in 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Whales quarter finals&lt;br /&gt;3 Flyers vs. 8 Islanders:  Flyers win in 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Maple leafs vs. 7 Canadiens:  Leafs win in 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Whales finals&lt;br /&gt;3 Flyers vs. 4 Maple Leafs:  Leafs win 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STANLEY CUP FINALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 CANUCKS vs. 4 MAPLE LEAFS:  Leafs win in 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would really like to see in the east is the Lightening beat the Islanders; then they would play Montreal.  Leafs would play the Flyers.  so the eastern Conference final would be between the Leafs and the Canadiens, but I really don't think the Lightening will advance past the first round.  I'm trying to looks at this more like Hitchcock then Quinn, its hard, so below is how I want the east to work and this is going to be how it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Whales Conference&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Whales semi-finals&lt;br /&gt;1 Lightening vs. 8 Islandsers:  Lightening win in 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Bruins vs. 7 Canadiens:  Canadiens win in 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Flyers vs. 6 Devils:  Flyers win in 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Maple leafs vs. 5 Sens:  Leafs win in 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Whales quarter finals&lt;br /&gt;1 Lightening vs. 7 Canadiens:  Canadiens win in 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Flyers vs. 4 Maple Leafs:  Leafs win in 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Whales finals&lt;br /&gt;4 Maple Leafs vs. 7 Canadiens:  Leafs win 7.</content>
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    <title>joke of 2:47</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T07:47:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T07:47:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A 92-year-old man moved into a retirement home where he immediately met a 90 year old woman. They hit it off right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few weeks of spending time together, the man said, “You know, we’re past our sexual years, so I wonder if it would be okay for you to just hold my penis in your hand.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman seemed surprised, but said, “Well, I guess it wouldn’t do any harm to just hold it.” So, for the next few weeks, they could always be found on a park bench near a lake, the lady holding the man’s penis in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the old man didn’t show up. Beginning to worry, the lady set out in search of him. A few blocks away, sitting on another park bench was the old man…with another woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first old lady approached the couple and saw the other woman holding the man’s penis in her hand. She became very upset and yelled to the man, “I thought we had something special. Now, I find you with another woman, and she’s holding your penis in her hand. What does she have that I don’t have???”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man looked up, smiled, and said…“Parkinson’s.”</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doodilybear:13128</id>
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    <title>The "just when I thought it was going to be lame" joke of the hour</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T07:44:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T07:44:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A little boy came down to breakfast. Since he lived on a farm, his mother asked if he had done his chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not yet,” said the little boy. His mother tells him he can’t have any breakfast until he does his chores. Well, he’s a little pissed, so he goes to feed the chickens, and he kicks a chicken. He goes to feed the cows, and he kicks a cow. He goes to feed the pigs, and he kicks a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal. “How come I don’t get any eggs and bacon? Why don’t I have any milk in my cereal?” he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” his mother says, “I saw you kick a chicken, so you don’t get any eggs. I saw you kick the pig, so you don’t get any bacon, either. I also saw you kick the cow, so you aren’t getting any milk this morning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about then, his father comes down for breakfast, and he kicks the cat as he’s walking into the kitchen. The little boy looks up at his mother with a smile, and says, “Are you going to tell him, or should I?”</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>The "thats just wrong" joke of the day</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T07:32:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T07:32:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A young man is walking down by the docks one day and decides to stop by a bar and have a beer. He walks into a bar, and sees a grizzled old fisherman, crying into his beer. Curious, the young man sits down and says, “Hey old timer, why the long face?” &lt;br /&gt;The old man looks at him and points out the window, “See that dock out there? I built that dock with my own two hands, plank by plank, nail by nail, but do they call me Simon the dockbuilder? No,no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man continued, “And see that ship out there? I ’ve been fishing these waters for going on thirty-five years! but do they call me Simon the fisherman? No,no. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man starts to cry again, “But you fuck one goat … ”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doodilybear:12556</id>
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    <title>blonde joke of the day</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T07:29:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T07:29:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Returning home from work, a blonde is shocked to find her house burglarized. She telephones the police, and a nearby K-9 unit is the first to respond. As the officer and dog approach the house, the woman storms out onto the porch and shouts, “I get robbed, I call the police for help, and they send me a blind cop?”</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doodilybear:12350</id>
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    <title>joke of the past ten minutes</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T07:23:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T07:23:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A blonde goes into a laundry mat and asks to have her sweater cleaned. The laundromat attendant doesn’t hear her correctly and says, "Come again?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde blushes slightly and giggles, "Oh, no it’s just mustard this time."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doodilybear:12099</id>
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    <title>joke of the day</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T07:18:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T07:18:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A man gets home, screeches his car into the driveway, runs into the house, slams the door and shouts at the top of his lungs, "Honey,pack your bags. I won the damn lottery!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife says,"Ohmigod! No shit?! What should I pack,beach stuff or mountain stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband yells back,"It doesn’t matter… just get the hell out!"</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doodilybear:11813</id>
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    <title>joke of the week</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T07:00:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T07:00:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A Canadian is walking down the street with a case of beer under his arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend Doug stops him and asks, "Hey Bob! Whacha get the case of beer for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got it for my wife, eh." answers Bob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!" exclaims Doug, "Good trade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;br /&gt;Remember folks, until you use "eh" in the right context you are the dufus</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-03-10T00:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-16T06:05:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-16T06:05:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ROOTBEER! CHEERIOS! LUCKY CHARM! HONEYNUT CHEERIOS!  Today I was lying down on my chesterfield watching tv; I was eating an apple and I didn't feel like getting up to put THE CORE in the trash, so I decided to eat THE CORE.  It was pretty satisfying.  When ever I use to eat apples I sometimes felt unfulfilled, so I used different methods to eat an apple such as: cutting it into four pieces; cutting off the skins, eat the apple, then eat the skins last; eating the apple via use of a knife.  I always felt there wasn't enough apple; problem solved.  Also, I was eating another apple today I don't know if the whole apple and worm thing is a myth or not, but I bit into the apple and I noticed a bruised area so I went to go take it out with a knife and then the next thing I noticed was that my apple had a cavity.  There was a big gaping hole inside my apple.  There was all nasty gooey brown filth in the enclosed weird hole thing.  I also didn't know if the nasty gooey brown filth was a dead worm or an apple rotting from the inside out.  Anyway, I chucked the apple and turned to ROOTBEER! CHEERIOS! LUCKY CHARMS! HONEYNUT CHEERIOS!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-02-21T16:36:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-21T21:48:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-21T21:48:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Are you tired of shitty radio stations and TV music channels playing the same ten song rotation every thirty minutes?  Go to kornworld.de and join the protest.  Download their new video Ya'll Want A Single, and I can say this enough but when you hear this song there is only one thing that you'll be able to say "what the fuck was that?".  The song abides by the rules of a single and it quirky.  However, the concept of the song and the video will make it worth your while.  During the video amongst the thrashing of a compact-disc section of a multimedia store there are statistical data that pans across the screen.  Here are SoMe of those stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One corporation owns the five major video channels in the US. Is that ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year the big five record labels together sold about 25 billions dollars of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music industry releases 100 songs per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that all you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With in twenty seconds you hear the hook; does this seem like a formula to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Monopoly?</content>
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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-01-28T12:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-28T17:23:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-28T17:23:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/colormap?visited=FLGAMNNYNCNDPASC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates"&gt;create your own visited states map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com"&gt;write about it on the open travel guide&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doodilybear:10885</id>
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    <title>doodilybear @ 2004-01-11T18:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-12T00:01:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-12T00:01:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do you not love a meal that is so tantalizing while consuming your meal you begin planning out eat bite; having your appetite completely content.  Then, your world comes to an uttering stop, you have few bites left and can’t decide what climatic end to bring to your meal.  It’s like seeing a movie were leo climbs on the dam door.  Both endings are good, but which will resolve it self-better?  These types of predicaments arise more then seldom throughout ones life.  It is what keeps us moving from one pleasurable moment to the next.  All too seldom do they matter and all to seldom do they mender your self-existing persona, but some how do they make us less conceited?</content>
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