<?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-4742992055220532377</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:34:46.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's It, That's All</title><subtitle type='html'>WhatEVER WhenEVER WhoEVER</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/full'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/full'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/full?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742992055220532377.post-1620472163443291912</id><published>2009-12-06T01:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:21:54.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mIsc</title><content type='html'>gotta link this for a laptop giveaway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deals2buy.com"&gt;http://www.deals2buy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-1620472163443291912?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/1620472163443291912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/1620472163443291912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/12/misc.html' title='mIsc'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-610870213183641348</id><published>2009-12-02T21:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:40:01.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ThanksGiving 09 - Part 1</title><content type='html'>When Thanksgiving finally came around this year, i was swamp with school work until the second before i have to leave for airport. Thank god the trip was not ruined and everything eventually worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres a short summary of day 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Denver at 715am and slept for the next 45 minutes until some wierd lady sat down next to me and crept me out. So i went to Hertz to take care of our rental car. Damn was i surprised at how long were the lines at Hertz that early in the morning. After an hour, i got the Mazda 6 we reserved but was offered a great deal on an Escalade. Two hours later when the others arrived we head back to Hertz and finally got the Escalde. It was a brand new suv with only 3 miles on it. SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img121.imageshack.us/img121/1890/dsc03816h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://img121.imageshack.us/img121/1890/dsc03816h.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived at Keystone we spare no time and got ready for the slopes. The condition was not as great and only few selected runs were opened. It wasnt as bad as i thought getting started again. After the first few turns, the muscle memory kicked in and it felt great to be riding again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/3740/dsc03840s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/3740/dsc03840s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our 3rd run, we had Mexican food at the Parrots Eye. Xiao was too tired to go back on the slopes so she stayed in the car while the rest of us head back up for one last run before WM fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove for an hour to our hotel at West Vail and realized the only place open is the 7-11 next door. Checked-in to our rooms and WM crashed the second he hits the bed. The rest of us head to the hot tub before taking a shower. By then we were so hungry we drove to vail village to look for food. Unfortunately, everything was closed by 10pm and we end up getting instant noodle cups from the 7-11 next door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this was a pretty good day with the most riding done. I promise day two will be much more entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-610870213183641348?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/610870213183641348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/610870213183641348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-09-part-1.html' title='ThanksGiving 09 - Part 1'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-5562974013477778335</id><published>2009-11-14T22:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:10:50.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Excited...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/Sv9w4K9Wk2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/247Cf_2UnIA/s1600-h/IMGP0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/Sv9w4K9Wk2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/247Cf_2UnIA/s320/IMGP0257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404162188184556386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my edges sharpened, base waxed and bindings mounted today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so rdy for vail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-5562974013477778335?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/5562974013477778335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/5562974013477778335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-excited.html' title='Getting Excited...'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/Sv9w4K9Wk2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/247Cf_2UnIA/s72-c/IMGP0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742992055220532377.post-3136970950537190393</id><published>2009-11-08T14:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:07:30.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Not To Become A Snowboarder</title><content type='html'>Skier's reason for not to snowboard followed by refute from snowboarder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. You will probably die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get busy living, or get busy dying. I know what I’d rather do.&lt;br /&gt;It’s true… you can’t bake a cake without smashing a few eggs - you will most likley get hurt whilst you’re learning, but there’s no reason why after a couple of days learning how to turn and stop, that you can’t progress surely and safely to being a decent snowboarder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. You are going to look like a fashion victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, would you rather look like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/Svci_ANJ6uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/WdC5g1yh56Q/s1600-h/one-piece-ski-suits-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/Svci_ANJ6uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/WdC5g1yh56Q/s320/one-piece-ski-suits-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401824743836478178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/SvcjJSpwnnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ujggGVKHO7M/s1600-h/FF144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/SvcjJSpwnnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ujggGVKHO7M/s320/FF144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401824920586985074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. You will probably kill other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure they’re skiers. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. You may well go to prison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that doesn’t happen if you ski, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. You will hurt yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. You will be traveling down the side a mountain at high velocity with both feet strapped firmly to the same piece of wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…making it statistically safer for your knees without all that rotational injury risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Skiing is much more versatile than snowboarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steep, big mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NSuu5k7dyI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NSuu5k7dyI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boardercross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_5qN2UT1vY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_5qN2UT1vY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slopestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6XC2_utZPw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6XC2_utZPw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfpipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ml_6FGgdEQQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ml_6FGgdEQQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention splitboard skinning, a bit of old fashioned jibbing, and a whole host of things that free skiing wouldn’t have without snowboarding, and lets face it - the world would be a worse place without!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Snowboarders are commonly known as “Gays on Trays”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, not heard that before, so not that common. Quite funny though… for a skier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. You don’t just become a snowboarder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: (n) snowboarder (someone who slides down snow-covered slopes while standing on a snowboard)[1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strap on a snowboard, slide down a snow-covered slope and you’re in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. It’s going to cost you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it in your stride snowboarder. You’ve earnt it, now enjoy it. See you on the hill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-3136970950537190393?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/3136970950537190393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/3136970950537190393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-reasons-not-to-become-snowboarder.html' title='10 Reasons Not To Become A Snowboarder'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/Svci_ANJ6uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/WdC5g1yh56Q/s72-c/one-piece-ski-suits-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742992055220532377.post-6107729578107333783</id><published>2009-11-01T12:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:20:39.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitler &amp; The Skate Banana</title><content type='html'>Last year, the Skate Banana was one of the best selling board due to the new Banana Tech that boast on its easy to ride technology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a funny parody on the Skate Banana...hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=400"" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/euyfZFx352g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/euyfZFx352g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-6107729578107333783?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/6107729578107333783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/6107729578107333783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-year-skate-banana-was-one-of-best.html' title='Hitler &amp; The Skate Banana'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-5255972322486546748</id><published>2009-10-28T22:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:59:39.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Air Time</title><content type='html'>Wow is the word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="315" id="mporaplayer_CRBDgb9rA" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.mpora.com/ep/CRBDgb9rA/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.mpora.com/ep/CRBDgb9rA/" width="480" height="315" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;More &lt;a href="http://video.mpora.com/snowboarding"&gt;Snowboarding&lt;/a&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine what was he thinking when he sat down after he cleared those steeps: WTH WAS I THINKING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-5255972322486546748?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/5255972322486546748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/5255972322486546748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-air-time.html' title='Crazy Air Time'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-7850145425976980113</id><published>2009-10-21T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:04:40.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WSU/MSU Winter Trip</title><content type='html'>So Wayne State University Outdoor Activity Group is teaming up with Michigan State University for this year's skiing/snowboarding trip in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;650 bucks for the bus ride out, 4 days lift ticket and 5 nights of condo lodging. Sounds like a sweet deal to me =)&lt;br /&gt;There will most likely be 2 buses with a total of 100ish people. Msu + big crowd = epic bus ride...im sure its gonna be a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The destination this year is the not-so-touristy Crested Butte Mountain Resort. I've heard many good things about Crested Butte being one of the best resort in Colorado. Reading their mountain stats and trail maps, gotta say the runs seem pretty gnarly. Lots of double black runs, which in colorado standard = brown run (where u shit u pants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, the announcement of the trip just got me even more excited about my own trip to Vail, Co this Thanks Giving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM P U M P E D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-7850145425976980113?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/7850145425976980113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/7850145425976980113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/10/wsumsu-winter-trip.html' title='WSU/MSU Winter Trip'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-6169618665403908667</id><published>2009-10-16T14:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:48:58.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowboarding Movies</title><content type='html'>The week is almost over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Neverland" by Absinthe earlier this week. It was an okay film. Not a fan of the music and it seem like the movie was not shot in high res. I Didnt like how they shot the film. It felt flat and plain like your normal one angle non moving camera.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, the jibs are awesome and fun to watch. Annie Boulanger is absolutely amazing. Now i can see why Shay list "Neverland" as her favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i finished the "B" movie by Burton earlier today while having lunch. Theres nothing like eating a unagi bento box while watching the pros rip. The B is the typical Burton Film. Fun music, great cinematography, big name pros, many variations of riding...an all around good entertainment. The part where they were maneuvering the car on the icy road was pretty funny, "spinners". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that annoyed me was the ad on the Burton Channel with EST and the camber vs rocker debate. The channel ad just suck and the debate seem "staged". The two looks like they memorized the script and read it out loud(duh -_-). BORING and not even a bit funny.&lt;br /&gt;With the ad and stance debate in the movie, it just cuts down the time for more awesome shot on actual riding.&lt;br /&gt;I think i like "Its always snowing somewhere" better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how i get myself thru the week while waiting for snow.&lt;br /&gt;Next on my watch list is "Forever" by Forum and Cool Story's "Think Thank".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-6169618665403908667?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/6169618665403908667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/6169618665403908667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/10/snowboarding-movies.html' title='Snowboarding Movies'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-1196920463258555598</id><published>2009-10-11T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:40:56.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>P90X</title><content type='html'>In preparation for this season, i started the P90X training today. Gotta say the first day alone is no easy feat. I can't even finish the whole hr and half of the legs+back programme. Hopefully in time i'll get better at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to deviate from the programme a little because my main focus will be on my lower body and my core. Really need to get those quads and calfs in condition to handle a full day of non-stop riding. I also notice that a lot of the moves requires good balancing and that is a big plus since my balancing really sucks. It will really help to have good balance when i start doing bigger features in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and sore...imma pass out. pce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-1196920463258555598?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/1196920463258555598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/1196920463258555598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/10/p90x.html' title='P90X'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-3825747306529351162</id><published>2009-10-10T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:36:21.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready...Set....</title><content type='html'>Everyone finally got their flight details down for our first trip out to Colorado this year. Next thing on the list is to get the gears ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to take my Custom in for a tune up and possibly a wax job. I would normally wax my own board but considering my board has been in storage for the past few month, taking it in for a infrared wax job might not be a bad idea. Do know that shit aint cheap. A tune up + infrared wax job would cost about 40 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i don't think there is a difference between a hot wax job and an infrared wax job. The latter just sounds more fancy. Instead of dripping melted hot wax, they crayon a layer of wax on the base and then sends it under an infrared machine. The infrared will open up the pores of the base material and allow more wax to melt further into the base. I would imagine a board with sintered base will benefit more from this procedure over an extruded base due to the amount of wax it can hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waxing at home isnt hard at all. It gives me a chance to do the "wax on wax off" without having to endure the strange look from others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-3825747306529351162?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/3825747306529351162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/3825747306529351162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/10/readyset.html' title='Ready...Set....'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-5542111312219748423</id><published>2009-10-08T22:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:24:22.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Beginning of 2009/2010 season</title><content type='html'>Loveland officially opened yesterday, making them the first resort to open in the summit county. A-Basin is opening tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading all these news just got me all pumped up about the upcoming season. Hopefully this will be a snowy winter.  No doubt i'll be one of those who camp out for the first chair up and last call out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this came in today. My butt/tailbone will be singing hallehlujah now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/Ss6d_wqSOeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/epzmiSlH2gQ/s1600-h/ds1450_shield_men_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/Ss6d_wqSOeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/epzmiSlH2gQ/s400/ds1450_shield_men_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390419522728638946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-5542111312219748423?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/5542111312219748423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/5542111312219748423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/10/official-beginning-of-20092010-season.html' title='Official Beginning of 2009/2010 season'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/Ss6d_wqSOeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/epzmiSlH2gQ/s72-c/ds1450_shield_men_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742992055220532377.post-7669231508899713900</id><published>2009-10-06T23:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:40:11.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinvention</title><content type='html'>Done with the whole funny phase, comes the time for reinvention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been asked numerous times why the sudden passion for snowboarding. Hell yeah its fun, but that is not it. Snowboarding is so much more then strapping on and ride with the adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowboarding, unlike other sport, there is no way to half-ass it. You are directly penalized for the smallest mistake you make. Be it a tiny twitch that throws you off balance, or getting disoriented in the air and face plant hard, you'll feel PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;PAIN will tell you loud and clear, "you fucked up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we get up, brush off the snow and ride away for the next big trick, most likely just to fall again. Rinse and repeat until we finally nailed the fs 180s or rodeo 360s that makes it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what i like about the sport. The attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/Sswo-OVLKiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/71IBECzcuAw/s1600-h/Snowboarding_Wallpaper_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/Sswo-OVLKiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/71IBECzcuAw/s400/Snowboarding_Wallpaper_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389727903519549986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We stand sideways. We sleep on floors in cramped resort hotel rooms. We get up early and go to sleep late. We've been mocked. We are relentless. We dream it, we make it, we break it, we fix it. We create. We destroy. We wreck ourselves day... in and day out and yet we stomp that one trick or find that one line that keeps us coming back. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We progress. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Snowboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-7669231508899713900?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/7669231508899713900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/7669231508899713900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/10/reinvention.html' title='Reinvention'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/Sswo-OVLKiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/71IBECzcuAw/s72-c/Snowboarding_Wallpaper_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742992055220532377.post-1313018131623119996</id><published>2009-04-22T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:21:14.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Overs</title><content type='html'>The wife came home early and found her husband in their bedroom making love to a very attractive young woman and was somewhat upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a disrespectful pig!" she cried. "How dare you do this to me - a faithful wife, the mother of your children! I'm leaving you. I want a divorce straight away!" And Paddy (for it was he) replied, "Hang on just a minute luv, so at least I can tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, go ahead", she sobbed, " but they'll be the last words you'll say to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Paddy began -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I was getting into the car to drive home and this young lady here asked me for a lift. She looked so down and out and defenseless that I took pity on her and let her into the car. I noticed that she was very thin, not well dressed and very dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she hadn't eaten for three days! So, in my compassion, I brought her home and warmed up the enchiladas I made for you last night, the ones you wouldn't eat because you're afraid you'll put on weight. The poor thing devoured them in moments. Since she needed a good clean-up I suggested a shower and while she was doing that I noticed her clothes were dirty and full of holes so threw them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as she needed clothes, I gave her the designer jeans that you have had for a few years, but don't use because you say they are too tight. I also gave her the underwear that was your anniversary present, which you don't use because I don't have good taste. I found the sexy blouse my sister gave you for Christmas that you don't use, just to annoy her and I also donated those boots you bought at the expensive boutique and don't use because someone at work has a pair the same..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Paddy took a quick breath and continued, "She was so grateful for my understanding and help and as I walked her to the door she turned to me with tears in her eyes and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, ..... do you have anything else that your wife doesn't use"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-1313018131623119996?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/1313018131623119996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/1313018131623119996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/04/left-overs.html' title='Left Overs'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-4458126949825798277</id><published>2009-04-15T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:45:46.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>A man and his wife were spending the day at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing a loose fitting, pink dress, sleeveless with straps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing his usual jeans and T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they walked through the ape exhibit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They passed in front of a large, silverback gorilla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing the wife, the gorilla went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumped on the bars, and holding on with one hand and 2 feet he grunted and pounded his chest with his free hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was obviously excited at the pretty lady in the pink dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband, noticing the excitement, thought this was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suggested that his wife tease the poor fellow some more by puckering her lips and wiggling her bottom. She played along and the gorilla got even more excited, making noises that would wake the dead. Then the husband suggested that she let one of her straps fall to show a little more skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did... And the gorilla was about to tear the bars down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now..... Show your thighs and sort of fan your dress at him," he said. This drove the gorilla absolutely crazy, and he started doing flips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the husband grabbed his wife, ripped open the door to the cage, flung her in with the gorilla and slammed the cage door shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now. Tell HIM you have a headache."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-4458126949825798277?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/4458126949825798277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/4458126949825798277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/04/revenge.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-2260624573603748321</id><published>2009-04-05T23:24:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:33:30.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmen Origin in 17 Screen Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img6.imageshack.us/my.php?image=xmenwolverinez.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/3299/xmenwolverinez.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-2260624573603748321?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/2260624573603748321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/2260624573603748321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/04/xmen-origin-in-17-screen-shots.html' title='Xmen Origin in 17 Screen Shots'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-3725108694711878575</id><published>2009-03-30T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:49:44.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Man goes to see a Wizard and asks him if he can lift a curse that was put on him years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wizard replies maybe. If you can remember the words of the curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replies, sure, "I now pronounce you man &amp;amp; wife"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-3725108694711878575?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/3725108694711878575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/3725108694711878575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-4317932446548525141</id><published>2009-03-24T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:17:44.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of FML</title><content type='html'>"Today, I had drunk sex with a girl that I barely know. I didn't have a condom and was nervous about getting her pregnant, but she assured me that I could pull out. Right when I was about to pull out, she wrapped her legs around me and yelled : "BE MY BABY'S DADDY!" I couldn't get out in time.FML"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-4317932446548525141?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/4317932446548525141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/4317932446548525141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-of-fml.html' title='Best of FML'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-126067876880494190</id><published>2009-03-18T21:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:56:48.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proper Analogies</title><content type='html'>The bride tells her husband, "Honey, you know I'm a virgin and I don't know anything about sex. Can you explain it to me first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your private place 'the prison' and call my private thing 'the prisoner'. So what we do is: put the prisoner in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they made love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nudging him, his bride giggles, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we will have to re-imprison him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives him a suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently born foal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nudges him and says, "Honey, the prisoner escaped again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limply turning his head, He YELLS at her, "Hey, its not a life sentence, OKAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-126067876880494190?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/126067876880494190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/126067876880494190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/03/proper-analogies.html' title='Proper Analogies'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-5482780795359261893</id><published>2009-03-12T22:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:36:30.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bet Is A Bet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Bob, a handsome dude, walked into a sports bar around 9:58 PM.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He sat down next to a blonde at the bar and stared up at the TV. The 10:00 news was now on. The news&lt;br /&gt;crew was covering a story of a man on a ledge of a tall building preparing to jump.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The blonde looked at Bob and said, "Do you think he'll jump?" Bob said, "You know, I bet he'll jump."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The blonde replied, "Well, I bet he won't."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bob placed $20 on the bar and said, "You're on!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just as the blonde placed her money on the bar, the guy did a swan dive off of the building, falling to his death.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The blonde was very upset and handed her $20 to Bob, saying, "fair's fair. Here's your money."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bob replied, "I can't take your money; I saw this earlier on the 5 o'clock news and so I knew he would jump."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The blonde replied, "I did too, but I didn't think he'd do it again!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bob took the money.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-5482780795359261893?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/5482780795359261893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/5482780795359261893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/03/bet-is-bet.html' title='A Bet Is A Bet'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-8150453323590287243</id><published>2009-03-09T19:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:37:52.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/SbWnZrv8UBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N4d1Vt2gK60/s1600-h/mommy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/SbWnZrv8UBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N4d1Vt2gK60/s400/mommy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311335395235745810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Mrs. Jones,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to clarify that i am not now, nor have i ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and i told Sarah how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hot. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had. Then i found one more in the back room, and several people were fighting over who would get it. Sarah's picture does Not show me dancing around a pole. It is suppose to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on i will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-8150453323590287243?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/8150453323590287243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/8150453323590287243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Oh really?'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DR0TgfbgGVE/SbWnZrv8UBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N4d1Vt2gK60/s72-c/mommy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742992055220532377.post-4740392763662602505</id><published>2009-03-06T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:20:21.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncontralable Urge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="main"&gt;&lt;span class="spacing"&gt;Bill worked in a pickle factory.&lt;br /&gt;He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day&lt;br /&gt;to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion.&lt;br /&gt;He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.&lt;br /&gt;His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill said he would be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a few weeks later, Bill came home and his wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's wrong, Bill?' she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, Bill, you didn't' she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I did.' he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My God, Bill, what happened?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I got fired.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh...she got fired too.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-4740392763662602505?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/4740392763662602505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/4740392763662602505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/03/uncontralable-urge.html' title='Uncontralable Urge'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-5767273699905930865</id><published>2009-03-05T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:53:31.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf Is Wrong With Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="contentpaneopen"&gt;      &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="2" class="createdate" valign="top"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teen's dying wish for Cameron Diaz blow job not granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 03 March 2003    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;     &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Edition 68]&lt;/b&gt; PHILADELPHIA, Monday: The parents of 15-year-old leukaemia patient Josh Morten, who last night passed away after a four year battle with the illness, said they were sorry not to have fulfilled his dying wish to get a blow job from Cameron Diaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courageous teenager told his family two months ago that the one thing he'd really like before he died was to be sucked off by the successful Hollywood actress and former model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh never asked for much," his father confided. "He never complained about his illness, or made unrealistic demands. So when he requested fellatio from the star of &lt;i&gt;Charlie's Angels&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;There's Something About Mary&lt;/i&gt; we thought, sure, that's the least we can do for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But attempts to grant Josh his dying wish proved much more difficult than the family had initially thought. Formal requests inviting the star to perform oral sex on their dying son were repeatedly declined.&lt;br /&gt;"We wrote, we rang, we faxed," Mr Morten explained. "And every time it was the same answer: 'Sorry, Ms Diaz is currently unable to comply with your request.' I mean, how unsympathetic can you get? We're talking about a dying kid here! Would it kill her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Morten even made a special trip to Los Angeles, to try to talk to the movie star personally outside the premiere of Gangs of New York. "The crowds were ten deep," he said, "and I'm there yelling out to her from the back: 'Will you go down on my son please!', but she didn't want to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hopes diminishing by the day, Mr Morten placed similar standby requests with the agents representing Catherine Zeta Jones, Jennifer Lopez and Salma Hayek, but in each case the stars refused to co-operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who do they think they are, these women!" railed Mr Morten. "They earn millions of dollars and swan about at fancy parties, but when they get a simple request to bring a smile to a young boy far less fortunate than them, they turn their back on you. What kind of world do we live in when a dying teenager can no longer get his cock sucked by a celebrity?" &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;     &lt;span class="article_seperator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-5767273699905930865?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/5767273699905930865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/5767273699905930865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtf-is-wrong-with-parenting.html' title='Wtf Is Wrong With Parenting'/><author><name>ftp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406025502726083475</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-4742992055220532377.post-3456243648096049913</id><published>2009-03-03T01:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:05:46.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="main"&gt;&lt;span class="spacing"&gt;A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says "Hello!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's rather taken aback because he can't place where he knows her from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he says, 'Do you know me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which she replies, 'I think you're the father of one of my kids.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now his mind&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, "Are you the stripper from the bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks into his eyes and says calmly, "No, I'm your son's teacher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-3456243648096049913?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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husband starts rubbing his wife's arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife turns over and says 'I'm sorry honey, I've got a gynecologist appointment tomorrow and I want to stay fresh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband, rejected, turns over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, he rolls back over and taps his wife again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you have a dentist appointment tomorrow too?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742992055220532377-4050472042595981248?l=tryingtobefarney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/4050472042595981248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742992055220532377/posts/default/4050472042595981248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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