<?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-5540364</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:05:12.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs are so fucking vain.</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm starting to do things that I think are stupid but haven't really tried. I think that these things are vain. Noone really gives a good goddamn what I do. There's like billions of people in the world. I am bored and experimenting so I'm going to give it a fair shot to get a better understanding of why on earth someone would do something like this.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontaco2000.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaco2000.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tahko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395192637189068470</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540364.post-105832673232403617</id><published>2003-07-15T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T22:56:33.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been boring. The only fun I've had all week is seeing my two little cousins get thier heads shaved and now the run around slapping each other on thier heads. Isn't that enough though really? In this downtime I've been teaching them some fighting tech. I just gave the older of the two like &lt;a href="http://www.kyusho.com/body1.htm"&gt;six pressure point diagrams&lt;/a&gt;. He's going to be dangerous that kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, this reality television shit is getting way out of hand. I can't change my tv without looking at another one. Look, I know they are cheap to make, I know alot of idiots like them, hell I feel stupid liking some of them, enough is enough. I can't wait until someone goes crazy on one of these fucking crap shows and kills someone just so they will stop doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that's what it's going to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540364-105832673232403617?l=dontaco2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540364/posts/default/105832673232403617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540364/posts/default/105832673232403617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaco2000.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105832673232403617' title=''/><author><name>Tahko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395192637189068470</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-5540364.post-105760872160830512</id><published>2003-07-07T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T15:12:01.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, things have been kinda boring as of late. I have however seen alot of people. My uncle and I went riding around to see what we could get into. The only thing that we could get into was a little camper one of his friends live in. So they are drinking and talking, I'm doing nothing but sitting down and watching TV because I'm not currently interested in either drinking or talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my uncle pulls out what has been explained to me as moonshine. He tries to get me to drink it and I smell it. It smelled like turpentine and ass. I clearly refused. His buddies pass it around and they all drink some and instantly throw it up. There was a guy that finished it. I was thinking, that fucker is going to be mummified before he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all get into the, "You know what's wrong with you?" arguement. They go around then one of them gets to me. Now this guy really doesn't know me all that well so he's just really talking shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy- You know what's wrong with you, Tahko?&lt;br /&gt;Me- No, what?&lt;br /&gt;Guy- You think you are some kind of billy bad ass.&lt;br /&gt;Me- How so?&lt;br /&gt;Guy- You are always talking about fighting and how you're a big wrestler. I bet you ain't shit.&lt;br /&gt;Me- You are right, I'm not shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to appease him. I don't care what a drunk guy thinks of me, I don't have some huge chip on my shoulder, but it would seem that my uncle wanted to lend me his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle- Shit, I told him that if he wanted to fight me, I'd run over him with my truck!&lt;br /&gt;Guy- Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle- Because I've seen him do stuff I could never do and I'm half his size.&lt;br /&gt;Guy- He's 300 pounds, he's too slow.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle- You keep thinking that if you want to. He's been teaching my boys how to fight and they know things now that I've never learned.&lt;br /&gt;Guy- (to me) How come you ain't got any scars on your face?&lt;br /&gt;Me- I don't let anyone touch my face.&lt;br /&gt;Guy- Bullshit noone is that good.&lt;br /&gt;Me- Yeah, you are right. I'm not all that good.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle- I'm here to tell you he's that good. &lt;br /&gt;Me- Can we just drop it, I'm not here to prove myself to anyone. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it ended. I'm glad, with all those drunks that could have really gone bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540364-105760872160830512?l=dontaco2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540364/posts/default/105760872160830512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540364/posts/default/105760872160830512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaco2000.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105760872160830512' title=''/><author><name>Tahko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395192637189068470</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-5540364.post-105739172268419578</id><published>2003-07-05T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T02:55:22.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Independence Day was cool. The only thing that sucked was I had to hang out with people that I don't particuarly like to hang around. Like my sister's husband who talks too fucking much. That's alot coming from me. It's like he knows everything that I do just not as well, whenever he starts to trip in a conversation I push him to the ground. I can't help it. He needs it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm not one of those sorry peices of shit that says these things behind thier back and act nice in front of them, because I'm not. These people I don't like know I don't like them but for the sake of the family I tolerate them. I've had the same conversation with each of them initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person- (Random Garbage)&lt;br /&gt;Me- Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;Person- You don't seem to interested there.&lt;br /&gt;Me- No not really.&lt;br /&gt;Person- Why do you act like this all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Me- I don't act like this all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Person- Just around me huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me- That's about right.&lt;br /&gt;Person- Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;Me- Because I don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;Person- Why don't you like me.&lt;br /&gt;Me- (five minute explaination of why I don't like the person)&lt;br /&gt;Person-....&lt;br /&gt;Me-....&lt;br /&gt;Person-..............&lt;br /&gt;Me-...............&lt;br /&gt;Person- So why do you even talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;Me- Because I have to tolerate you and if I didn't talk to you it would cause contempt.&lt;br /&gt;Person- What?&lt;br /&gt;Me- Nevermind, look don't worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it always goes down like that. They usually wind up accepting the fact that I hate them and only talk to me when they have exausted all other ears. It's kinda funny too. I'll humor them for like 20-30 minutes then if they go off on a stupid tangent, I'll just space out, they will pick it up, and walk away citing they need something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a big guy sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540364-105739172268419578?l=dontaco2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540364/posts/default/105739172268419578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540364/posts/default/105739172268419578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaco2000.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105739172268419578' title=''/><author><name>Tahko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395192637189068470</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-5540364.post-105729381061937298</id><published>2003-07-03T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T23:43:30.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I learned what is needed to replace brake pads on a car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 set of brake pads&lt;br /&gt;1 set of ratchets&lt;br /&gt;1 case of beer (bud light)&lt;br /&gt;2 drinking buddies&lt;br /&gt;1 hammer&lt;br /&gt;4 family members (troubleshooters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Time: 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle started this project because he was off work today. Alot of us had nothing better to do but watch. He actually did all the work and whenever he came across a problem, he would talk about it then his two drinking buddies would look at it and reply in a simple manner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's and example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle- There's a bolt under here that needs to be replaced but I can'd get it off. I may have to cut it off.&lt;br /&gt;Buddy 1- (bends down to look) Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Buddy 2- (bends down beside buddy 1 to look) Sho' will.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt-  Do you think you could bang it out with a hammer?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle- Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Buddy 1- Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Buddy 2- I dunno. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle- Shit, either way, I need a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched and cheered on as I know nothing of cars and then I got bored and watched TV instead. Maury and Montel. The only reason I'll watch any talk shows is for the "paternity test" shows. Call me sick but whenever a woman swears up and down that a guy is the father and it turns out it isn't, my heart smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540364-105729381061937298?l=dontaco2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540364/posts/default/105729381061937298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540364/posts/default/105729381061937298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaco2000.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105729381061937298' title=''/><author><name>Tahko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395192637189068470</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-5540364.post-105721844538947188</id><published>2003-07-03T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T02:47:25.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I helped my mother and her dumb ass boyfriend move some stuff today. We had my little nine month old neice hang out with us the whole day as well. Thank god, she's walking already and got my name pegged in a matter of minutes. I was so afraid that she was going to be a dumbass. Now I'm not really worried. I'm not really a baby person. It's cool though. I suppose I need to get used to it with both of my siblings having children and all now.  Anyway, we got to my mothers and found that one of my aunts has accused one of my little cousins from another aunt of mine of stuffing an entire roll of toilet paper in her toilet causing $700 worth of damage because he got pissed at her. Why the shit would someone do that? But, it couldn't have been an accident. But jesus, why? I mean you'd have to put your arm in the toilet water to do that. If it was me seeking revenge, I would have found something other than having my entire arm in someone's shitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give that kid points in creativity. I hope I never piss him off that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5540364-105721844538947188?l=dontaco2000.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540364/posts/default/105721844538947188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540364/posts/default/105721844538947188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaco2000.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105721844538947188' title=''/><author><name>Tahko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395192637189068470</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>
