<?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-6047928</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:28:29.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so not a pornstar.</title><subtitle type='html'>Foreskin and popcorn</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047928.post-4776669684566980697</id><published>2007-09-09T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:50:05.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer endsTime passes and the we do not notice how the seasons endLike chapters in a book, the plot gets thicker the characters are richerThe more we learn of the principals in the story the more we judgeWe either like them or hate them, if we don't care either way then they where just a postscriptHave you noticed how I do not end the sentence in a periodPeriod means final, the end, no more to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/4776669684566980697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/4776669684566980697'/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-1929521895555344894</id><published>2007-04-07T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:20:31.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good readhttp://theovereducatednympho.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/1929521895555344894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/1929521895555344894'/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-1583967752865159038</id><published>2007-04-07T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T16:41:43.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New toysOk, so perhaps it's the tax refund, or the fact that I'm behaving like a young punk. But I brought a new TV, a nice 32 inch LCD not expensive but not in the immediate plan. To go with that I also added HDTV programming, new DVR with it and a new Nintendo Wii. Well the Wii was unexpected, but very much appreciated.Right now I have the urge for some red meats, although I should be eating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/1583967752865159038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/1583967752865159038'/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-110281887954523321</id><published>2004-12-11T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:34:39.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>smaller me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110281887954523321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110281887954523321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110281887954523321' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-110281882989664933</id><published>2004-12-11T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:33:49.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>small me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110281882989664933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110281882989664933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110281882989664933' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-110220944215480422</id><published>2004-12-04T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T20:17:22.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday, December 02, 2004I've been a Metrostars supporter since the league began, but I will boycott the team till the manegement starts to repect us the fans. Fuck Nick the prick, who has fucked up our line-up, the stadium, events and morale. How many times can we hear that our stadium will start to break ground in six months? How about defending your fans at the stadium? or creating an event </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110220944215480422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110220944215480422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110220944215480422' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-110204293624682013</id><published>2004-12-02T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:02:16.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been a Metrostars supporter since the league began, but I will boycott the team till the manegement starts to repect us the fans. Fuck Nick the prick, who has fucked up our line-up, the stadium, events and morale.  How many times can we hear that our stadium will start to break ground in six months? How about defending your fans at the stadium? or creating an event that we may actually want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110204293624682013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110204293624682013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110204293624682013' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-110195576582522224</id><published>2004-12-01T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T21:49:25.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving was very Walton like, we played board games at my in-laws. I'm becoming such a hater of the holidays. With the exception of my kids opening their gifts on x-mas, the whole holiday thing is way too commercial. I must say that I took care of 90% of our family a week before thanksgiving.Oh well, I do like x-mas food, x-mas sex and x-mas hangovers ;)Random NotesOK it's official G4 sucks,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110195576582522224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110195576582522224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110195576582522224' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-110136340368969441</id><published>2004-11-25T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T01:16:43.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gizmos &amp; Gadgets 	 1. Your most favorite gadget:remote Control2. Your most useless:powered potato peler.3. Your most useful:Alarm clock4. Best-bargain gadget you've purchased:Ipod5. The one you would love to receive this holiday season:Already getting it, my Xm radio ( free radio just pay subscription sweet)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110136340368969441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110136340368969441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110136340368969441' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-110135681824633092</id><published>2004-11-24T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:26:58.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember her playboy days, still hot, but more regular. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110135681824633092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110135681824633092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110135681824633092' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-110135487829477214</id><published>2004-11-24T22:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:54:38.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love that ass ;) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110135487829477214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110135487829477214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110135487829477214' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-110135484130914361</id><published>2004-11-24T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:54:01.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This for the Archive graphic? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110135484130914361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110135484130914361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110135484130914361' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-110135481374816844</id><published>2004-11-24T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:53:33.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still Smoking for a title, does it sound good? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110135481374816844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110135481374816844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110135481374816844' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-110135471365635335</id><published>2004-11-24T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:51:53.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110135471365635335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110135471365635335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110135471365635335' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-110127437170859650</id><published>2004-11-24T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:32:51.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a few days, the voice of tired will be heard. An Audioblog to be produced, ho's to be paid.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110127437170859650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/110127437170859650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110127437170859650' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-106904883168029495</id><published>2003-11-17T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T01:00:38.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes the harder I focus on something the worst I do. I'm trying to pass the Health &amp; life insurance test, but for some reason the material keeps getting screwed in my mind. Perhaps the pressure that it's my job, is getting in the way. Or perhaps the 6am call from one of my employees on the day of the test  was the catalyst. Who cares I simply need to pass this stupid test.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106904883168029495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106904883168029495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904883168029495' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-106887797581449501</id><published>2003-11-15T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T01:33:01.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would like a place I could call my ownHave a conversation on the telephoneWake up every day that would be a startI would not complain of my wounded heartRegret by N.O.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106887797581449501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106887797581449501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106887797581449501' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-106887780031420631</id><published>2003-11-15T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T01:30:05.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New-Order Bizarre Love Triangle  Great song.Every time I think of youI feel shot right through with a bolt of blueIt's no problem of mineBut it's a problem I findLiving a life that I can't leave behindBut there's no sense in telling meThe wisdom of the fool won't set you freeBut that's the way that it goesAnd it's what nobody knowsWell every day my confusion growsEvery time I see you fallingI get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106887780031420631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106887780031420631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106887780031420631' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-106877393053771012</id><published>2003-11-13T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T20:38:55.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PromoGuy's Monday Mission 3.451. I've found myself using abbreviations and acronyms a lot when I "talk tech" with other geeks like me. I rattle off things like "I took the Jay-Peg into Photoshop and made it into a Jiff for the EightchTeeEmmElle. Then took the Kadd and saved it as a PeeDeeEff with EechsEmElle. So now I'll blog this for you in EmmTee in my PeeDeeAyy so you can use your ArrEssEss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106877393053771012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106877393053771012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877393053771012' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-106877220564478624</id><published>2003-11-13T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T20:10:11.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the reasons I like my current jobs, is the simple fact that I'm surrounded by a croud my age. No longer am I the young kid, as a matter of fact I'm the "old guy". The other day, we had a deep talk on sci-fi flicks, comic books and the war in Iraq. Add to this fashion tips by the investment guy, and sports by the rest. Compared to my previos work were the only other guy, was interested in "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106877220564478624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106877220564478624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877220564478624' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-106861544520497941</id><published>2003-11-12T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T00:37:29.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok folks, no more CHI CHi's A Hep-a outbreak has hit 240 people ( 300 is what the experts believe to be the real number). Mom dad, no more Chi Chi's for you, Olive Garden here we come;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106861544520497941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106861544520497941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861544520497941' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-106860879068067880</id><published>2003-11-11T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:46:35.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's something about watching  Tommy Hilfiger  getting ready for an event, very ironic. The man who dresses urban America, calls his stars &amp; stripes tie "corny".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106860879068067880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106860879068067880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106860879068067880' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-106831799797879958</id><published>2003-11-08T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T14:00:01.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the first time in my life, I've purchased porn over the internet. It was an offer I couldn't refuse. The bad part is that if the package get's lost in the mail, I'll have to place a claim with the postal office "excuse me my videos and dildoes seem to be missing".Now the package claims that this vibrating kit has all the toys for her &amp; HIM!!! Well once I get it I'll make sure to write up a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106831799797879958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106831799797879958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106831799797879958' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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-6047928.post-106822531774268972</id><published>2003-11-07T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T12:15:21.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the ever search for personal relief, mastubatory actions are no longer sufficient. I must rely on words of self importance, to justify my many hours of searching the online world of porn.  Let's face it I pay a high premium to get my porn fast, I use google to find what my favorite 80's actress is up to, and I visit sites that give me the best orgasmic sensation, by selling some piece of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106822531774268972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047928/posts/default/106822531774268972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notpornyet.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106822531774268972' title=''/><author><name>marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392568084129639960</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>
