<?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-14268418</id><updated>2011-07-27T12:07:56.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gressory</title><subtitle type='html'>Breakin Plates On Yo Ass</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-114713551481997355</id><published>2006-05-08T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:21:05.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished</title><content type='html'>As I've already revealed on &lt;a href="http://lilypadjohn.blogspot.com/2006/05/confession.html#comments"&gt;Lilypad&lt;/a&gt;, Gressory was a blog made up by me (John) to have a little fun with Greg.  It was pretty fun at first, but I found writing two blogs to be rather tedious.  So I will no longer update this blog, but maybe Greg will actually want to take up the reigns.  Thanks for the laughs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilypad John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-114713551481997355?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/114713551481997355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=114713551481997355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/114713551481997355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/114713551481997355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2006/05/finished.html' title='Finished'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-114353366694675879</id><published>2006-03-28T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T05:25:44.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/235/1093/1024/100_0130.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/235/1093/440/100_0130.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hero Shot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-114353366694675879?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/114353366694675879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=114353366694675879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/114353366694675879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/114353366694675879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2006/03/pimp.html' title='Pimp'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-114063499280236741</id><published>2006-02-21T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:08:06.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squak Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/235/1093/1024/P1010008.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/235/1093/440/P1010008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's already posted about &lt;a href="http://johnforrest.blogspot.com/2006/02/squak-mountain.html#comments"&gt;our hike to Squak Mountain&lt;/a&gt;, but I wanted to add my part here.  The hike was fun, but what I really liked was that it was cold.  I was actually surprised that John would want to go hiking when it was so cold because he's usually such a wimp when it comes to cold.  Not only was there snow in some areas, but frozen puddles and weird muddy ice crystals like the picture above.  I think they looked rad.  The crystal ice columns in this picture are about four to five inches tall.  We came across frozen sections of creeks and could walk on them.  Correction, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; could walk on them, but &lt;a href="http://lilypadgalleria.blogspot.com/2006/02/cracking-ice-on-our-hike-to-squak.html#comments"&gt;John's fat ass kept cracking the ice&lt;/a&gt;.  Fuckin' hippies.  It was a fun hike and it was fun to play with the ice.  John's talking about doing another hike this next Sunday, but it is the day after Keg Day, so I am not sure if it is going to happen.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-114063499280236741?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/114063499280236741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=114063499280236741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/114063499280236741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/114063499280236741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2006/02/squak-mountain.html' title='Squak Mountain'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-113977357233498761</id><published>2006-02-12T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T11:47:13.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Really Gay Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/235/1093/1024/P1010010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/235/1093/440/P1010010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My room!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;a href="http://johnforrest.blogspot.com/2006/02/gregs-twenty-seventh.html#comments"&gt;John's already blogged &lt;/a&gt;about my birthday party last weekend, but I figured I throw this picture out there.  It was pretty ninja ("Hey!  That's &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; word!") how John got me out of the apartment, and while I was dance dancing over at Tommy and Brittany's, John wallpapered my room.  It thought it was pretty funny.  I had to cut the thermostat too, heh.  It was actually kind of nice since John covered the window it wasn't so bright when I was trying to sleep.  At night, the street light outside my window finds its way through the blinds and ends up hitting me in the eye.  However useful, I tore the stuff down yesterday.  It was like unwrapping a present!  A really gay present from John.  Fuckin' hippies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-113977357233498761?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/113977357233498761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=113977357233498761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113977357233498761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113977357233498761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2006/02/really-gay-present.html' title='A Really Gay Present'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-113860509437078592</id><published>2006-01-29T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:11:34.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up!</title><content type='html'>I had to do overnight shifts at work all last week.  While fun and a nice change, I was really tired of it by Friday night.  I definitely could not do it on a regular basis.  What also sucks is that my sleep schedule is all messed up because of it, and now I have to go back to working at five in the morning this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Tony bought some porn.  He came back from 7-11 last night when we were gaming with a Hustler.  What was really funny was when John played the DVD that came with it, and the five of us paid more attention to the Dungeons and Dragons action at the table.  Geeks.  Aside from the graphic displays of women spreading....well everything, the Hustler had a really winy article with Tara Reid ("I'm not a slut, I swear!") and really gross pictures of people with Gulf War Syndrome.  Some people have really weird fetishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-113860509437078592?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/113860509437078592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=113860509437078592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113860509437078592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113860509437078592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s Up!'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-113624045597664904</id><published>2006-01-02T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:20:55.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Language of Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/235/1093/1024/P1010040.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/235/1093/440/P1010040.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of our New Year's party, someone busted out a Cosmo and we started flipping through it.  As you can see from this picture, I got to an article called, "The Secret Language of Men".  Considering that it was the "secret language of men" I was surprised that I understood none of it.  Note the confused look on my face.  John said that the secret language of men would have to be "1337".  All the men in the room had a good laugh, Brittany looked cross.  Fuckin' hippies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-113624045597664904?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/113624045597664904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=113624045597664904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113624045597664904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113624045597664904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2006/01/secret-language-of-men.html' title='The Secret Language of Men'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-113597480212359976</id><published>2005-12-30T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:26:49.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Geek Test</title><content type='html'>I was on the Vanguard forums the other day and found a link to &lt;a href="http://www.innergeek.us/geek-test.html"&gt;The Geek Test&lt;/a&gt;.  Some of the questions like "I play..." or "I like..." I answered yes to if I've ever done it, not just presently.  Other than that it was fun, though they are missing a lot of questions.  I got a 34% which is a Major Geek while John scored a 50% which is a Super Geek.  Fuckin' hippies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-113597480212359976?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/113597480212359976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=113597480212359976' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113597480212359976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113597480212359976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/12/geek-test.html' title='The Geek Test'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-113418977913950837</id><published>2005-12-09T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:46:05.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asciipr0n!</title><content type='html'>Okay, for some reason I decided to look up "pr0n" on Google and &lt;a href="http://asciipr0n.com/"&gt;this was the first link.&lt;/a&gt;  This shit is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd post one of the "pics" here, but they are all text files and I can't find the correct font.  Just check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-113418977913950837?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/113418977913950837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=113418977913950837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113418977913950837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113418977913950837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/12/asciipr0n.html' title='Asciipr0n!'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-113244628542541550</id><published>2005-11-19T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T16:28:51.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ladies Are All Up Ons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/235/1093/1024/PB060020.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/235/1093/440/PB060020.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoon, Stephanie!  SWOOOOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, HP and Microsoft held another training session at the Gameworks downtown.  I wasn't able to go &lt;a href="http://johnforrest.blogspot.com/2005/03/geeks-night-out.html#comments"&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt;, so I was pretty stoked to be able to go this time.  There were maybe thirty people there from a variety of stores: Office Depot, Office Max, Best Buy, etc.  The Microsoft guy sucked ass.  It looked like he had just woken up and was surprised that he had to lead a presentation.  He basically just read from the slides of the PowerPoint presentation.  The HP guy was really excited about what he was talking about, but I didn't buy everything he said.  What sucked was that Levi had apparently gotten drunk before the training, so he would not shut up during the whole thing.  He kept saying stupid comments to us and would shout out equally stupid things to the presenters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got free food and free video games, so the night was fun nonetheless.  The above picture is of me playing Guitar Freaks which was pretty confusing to play.  It was just fun to pose with.  And get all the ladies.  They need to get more new games though.  In the past year, I've gone to Gameworks three or four times and the games are getting a little old.  There are only so many times you can be excited about the huge Indy 500 game.  I think it sucks that half the games are driving games and the other half are shooting games.  And with the shooting games, half the guns are broken.  It's retarded.  Dance Dance doesn't get old though, we all played that a bunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-113244628542541550?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/113244628542541550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=113244628542541550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113244628542541550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113244628542541550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/11/ladies-are-all-up-ons.html' title='The Ladies Are All Up Ons'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-113190458732437848</id><published>2005-11-13T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T09:56:27.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiiiiight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/235/1093/1024/PA290084.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/235/1093/440/PA290084.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost a month since I've posted, sorry.  I was going to make a post about the Halloween party, but &lt;a href="http://johnforrest.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-hilarity.html#comments"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt; beat me to it.  So I posted the above picture of me at the party.  I dressed as the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.  I think it was Andy who put Brittany's sunglasses on me and I thought they looked pretty cool, so I kept them on.  Not much else has been going on.  Oh wait, I got level 60 with Cleon in World of Warcraft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-113190458732437848?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/113190458732437848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=113190458732437848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113190458732437848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/113190458732437848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/11/tiiiiight.html' title='Tiiiiight!'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112916096402952926</id><published>2005-10-12T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:49:24.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch,  you betta hab muh munny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/1024/PA020059.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/440/PA0200591.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your perspective of me after I kick your ass, bitch!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112916096402952926?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112916096402952926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112916096402952926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112916096402952926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112916096402952926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/10/bitch-you-betta-hab-muh-munny.html' title='Bitch,  you betta hab muh munny!'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112866509500824299</id><published>2005-10-06T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:04:55.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Heart Katamari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/1024/PA020004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/440/PA020004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's okay to love Katamari, but it's not okay to &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; Katamari...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought &lt;a href="http://katamari.namco.com/"&gt;We Love Katamari &lt;/a&gt;last week, the sequel to the ever-popular &lt;a href="http://www.namco.com/games/katamari_damacy/"&gt;Katamari Damacy&lt;/a&gt;.  Ever since John talked about playing it &lt;a href="http://johnforrest.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-trip-to-california.html#comments"&gt;when he went to California&lt;/a&gt;, I've been wanting to play it.  So I figured that since the sequel came out last week that it would be a great time to get rolled up into the whole Katamari thing.  Get it?  "Rolled up"?  Moving on, the game is so addicting and the music is sweet.  I keep getting the songs in my head and sing them at work.  So John is skill when it comes to this game.  There is this one level where the goal is to get up to 500 meters in 17 minutes, he neared 3000 meters in that time period.  Fuckin' hippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game rocks.  It even has a two player mode, which we've not fully explored, but it was still fun.  It involved a lot of shouting when John and I did it the other day.  Also, John was retarded and was only using one of the wiggly sticks.  "Skill" my ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112866509500824299?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112866509500824299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112866509500824299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112866509500824299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112866509500824299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-heart-katamari.html' title='We Heart Katamari'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112827637536549715</id><published>2005-10-02T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:06:41.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Apples to Pimpin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/1024/P93000221.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/440/P9300022.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am the Apples to Apples king, check out my bitches.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112827637536549715?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112827637536549715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112827637536549715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112827637536549715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112827637536549715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/10/from-apples-to-pimpin.html' title='From Apples to Pimpin&apos;'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112708672841793993</id><published>2005-09-18T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T16:39:30.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooper's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/1024/DSC00120.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/440/DSC00120.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before Heading Out to Cooper's&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John mentioned this a little bit on &lt;a href="http://johnforrest.blogspot.com/2005/09/party-out-of-nowhere.html#comments"&gt;Lilypad&lt;/a&gt;, but I wanted to throw my perspective out.  A bunch of us went out on Friday night in observation of Tony's birthday, even though it was a week previous.  We decided to try out a bar that is only two blocks away from our new apartment.  As you can see from the above picture, we decided to get warmed up before we went out.  Anyway, Cooper's was pretty cool.  It wasn't spectacular or anything, but I would go again.  It looked as if they were trying to be a sports bar because there was sports posters and such on the wall.  It seems they failed in that endeavor, but they did have four dart boards and a pool table.  I think John and I are going to have to come back to partake in these indoor sports.  John was right, we only stayed for an hour.  What John didn't know was that was the plan all along.  Fuckin' hippie.  I had a good time.  It was nothing like the &lt;a href="http://johnforrest.blogspot.com/2005/06/party-dominated-by-kings.html#comments"&gt;parties &lt;/a&gt;that we used to have at our old apartment where we could actually make noise, but it was still fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112708672841793993?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112708672841793993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112708672841793993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112708672841793993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112708672841793993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/09/coopers.html' title='Cooper&apos;s'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112595897013993566</id><published>2005-09-04T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:22:50.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Couch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/1024/P8280001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/440/P8280001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy and Travis moved away from Seattle recently, so John and I were able to score some tight pieces of furniture.  We finally replaced our piece of shit couch with this long, green one.  As you can see, it is excellent for napping.  We also gaffled a couple chairs, a bureau, and a shiny Ford hubcap.  When were helping Tommy load up his truck, I taught John how to throw a football.  Apparently he never learned when he was growing up, fucking hippie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112595897013993566?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112595897013993566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112595897013993566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112595897013993566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112595897013993566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-couch.html' title='New Couch!'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112474672400147186</id><published>2005-08-22T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T18:13:11.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawnmower Action!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/1024/deaedmines.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/440/deaedmines.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;a href="http://johnforrest.blogspot.com"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt; failed to mention a few things about our lan party on Friday, I figured I'd say a few things.  The best part was when we went to Deadmines.  We actually did do it twice like John said, it was that much fun.  It's funny because it is such a low level dungeon, but that is what made it fun for me.  Everything was so low, that I was just pwning everything, sometimes in one hit.  As you can see in the above picture, I have almost a dozen mobs on me with a couple already dead on the ground.  The best part about fighting huge groups like this is when my badass axe procs.  When it procs, I spin around really fast hitting everyone in range.  This goes on for a few seconds, it's awesome.  Since I like to spin around really fast and cut everything down in my path, I got the nickname "Lawnmower".  My gnome is so gninja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112474672400147186?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112474672400147186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112474672400147186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112474672400147186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112474672400147186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/08/lawnmower-action.html' title='Lawnmower Action!'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112407517598612110</id><published>2005-08-14T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:06:15.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded</title><content type='html'>We've had internet access for a couple days now and I've had some trouble with World of Warcraft.  When I downloaded the patch on friday, it said I had to reinstall WoW.  So I did, and it still didn't work.  Finally, today I just copied it from John's computer onto mine and it worked.  I don't know why I didn't think of this before, John even suggested it to me.  I'm retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112407517598612110?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112407517598612110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112407517598612110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112407517598612110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112407517598612110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/08/retarded.html' title='Retarded'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112286231537816325</id><published>2005-07-31T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:29:07.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/1024/DSC00707.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/440/DSC00707.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tommy, Stephanie, Travis, and Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read Lilypad (and who doesn't?), you'll know I went out clubbin' with some work folk.  &lt;a href="http://johnforrest.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunset-bowl.html#comments"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt; wussed out so he's forcing me to write about the craziness that he missed out on.  Fuckin' hippies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we broke from the bowling alley (John didn't mention, but he and I decided to wear ties), our crew of eight (Stephaine, Veronica, Travis, Eric, Tommy, Tony, Randy, and I) headed downtown to Tiki Bob's.  The cover was damn expensive at $12, but I got a little help from my friends to get in.  In the parking lot, Veronica pulled out a bottle of rum with about four shots in it, which Eric, Randy, her, and I drank.  We met up with the other four inside and got a round of beer then headed to the dance floor to dance dance.  Randy went crazy and was dancin' with all the ladies (they were all up ons), including a bride out on her bachlorette party, and he went all hulk and ripped his shirt off.  Randy is one crazy mother fucker.  I didn't know too many of the songs, but the songs that I could recognize were awesome, including such hits as: "One More Time" by Daft Punk, "Jump" by House of Pain, and "Billy Jean" by &lt;a href="http://216.220.97.17/"&gt;Micheal Jackson&lt;/a&gt;.  Travis was running around taking pictures of random girls.  Stephanie and Veronica got crazy and started gyrating up on the bar at one point.  I didn't got involved in too much freakiness other than having Veronica pull my tie over her shoulder while we danced.  It was hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112286231537816325?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112286231537816325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112286231537816325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112286231537816325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112286231537816325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/07/clubbin.html' title='Clubbin&apos;'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112253883582096932</id><published>2005-07-28T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T01:29:35.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Eggs of Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/1024/P7270007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/440/P7270007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, Brittany, Reid, Melissa, Stephanie and I all went over to Beth's Cafe today after work.  What everyone else ordered is insignificant compared to the power of my twelve egg omelet!  Obey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112253883582096932?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112253883582096932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112253883582096932' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112253883582096932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112253883582096932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/07/twelve-eggs-of-goodness.html' title='Twelve Eggs of Goodness'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112201473071749381</id><published>2005-07-21T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:45:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugliest Car Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/1024/ptcruiser.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/235/1093/440/ptcruiser.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The PT Cruiser: The Ugliest Car Ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112201473071749381?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112201473071749381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112201473071749381' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112201473071749381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112201473071749381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/07/ugliest-car-ever.html' title='Ugliest Car Ever'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112167255586480249</id><published>2005-07-18T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:43:51.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Factory</title><content type='html'>John and I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory tonight and it was sweet.  Get it?  "Sweet"?  Anyway, the oompa loompas were hilarious.    There were so many little things that were funny in the movie, like the 2001 reference and the funny use of the word "heir".  I don't want to give much away, but I liked it.  It was awesome.  I think John liked it too, but he did mention that he was hoping that it would've been darker since it was a Tim Burton movie.  Fuckin hippies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112167255586480249?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112167255586480249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112167255586480249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112167255586480249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112167255586480249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/07/charlie-factory.html' title='Charlie Factory'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112097454441152429</id><published>2005-07-09T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:05:32.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/6776/1024/P7090007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/6776/440/P7090007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cancer Boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known better than to trust John with cutting my hair.  I was there when he tried cutting his own hair and &lt;a href="http://johnforrest.blogspot.com/2004/11/haircut-gone-bad.html#comments"&gt;it wasn't pretty&lt;/a&gt;.  I wanted him to do a 1/4" buzz, but then he messed it all up when he tried trimming around my ears.  To hide his mess, we had to result to this cancerous state.  I think I should crawl on top of him when he is sleeping and buzz all of his hair off saying, "Shhh shhh shh" the whole time.  But knowing how narcissistic he is about his hair, he'd probably kill me.  Fuckin hippies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112097454441152429?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112097454441152429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112097454441152429' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112097454441152429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112097454441152429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/07/cancer-boy.html' title='Cancer Boy'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112080263621987958</id><published>2005-07-07T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:04:25.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky Bridge</title><content type='html'>Dude, there are plans to build a &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/features/printedition/outdoors/la-os-canyon28sep28,1,4700623.story?coll=la-outdoors-printedition"&gt;glass bridge &lt;/a&gt;over the Grand Canyon.  It is only going extend 60 feet from the canyon's rim and loop back like a horseshoe.  I just think it would be rad to be able to stand on glass and look straight down 3,000 feet to the canyon floor.  I told this to John, but he's a fucking hippie.  He mentioned something about maintaining the purity of the park and not trying to sully it with corporate bullshit.  Fuckin hippies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112080263621987958?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112080263621987958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112080263621987958' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112080263621987958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112080263621987958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/07/sky-bridge.html' title='Sky Bridge'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112072960033011916</id><published>2005-07-07T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T02:46:40.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atrophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right"&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/6776/1024/Scan0006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/6776/350/Scan0006.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yolked!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I first started at Office Depot, I was trained on register but quickly went to stocking.  I loved being a stocker for various reasons, but what was best was that I got yolked from it.  However, for the past two months, I swear my muscles have atrophied through lack of use.  Now I am back to my skinny-assed old self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112072960033011916?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112072960033011916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112072960033011916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112072960033011916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112072960033011916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/07/atrophy.html' title='Atrophy'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268418.post-112072436219491918</id><published>2005-07-07T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:45:23.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/6776/1024/100_0569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/6776/400/100_0569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My tight new Saturn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnforrest.blogspot.com/"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt; has inspired me to make my own blog. So here it is. I am gonna try to not just repeat what John does with Lilypad. Instead, I will try to provide unique and interesting perspectives on my everyday happenings that John fails to reveal. For example, did you know I have a new car? John failed to post about it even though it is tiiiiiight. Here is the picture of the Weezer sticker that John put in the back window. It is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/6776/1024/P4230003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/6776/400/P4230003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weezer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14268418-112072436219491918?l=gressory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/feeds/112072436219491918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14268418&amp;postID=112072436219491918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112072436219491918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14268418/posts/default/112072436219491918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gressory.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-blog.html' title='My Blog'/><author><name>Gressory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04108189739623783895</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
