<?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-1620103605572006108</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:46:29.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Happy Blog User</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrblawggie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620103605572006108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrblawggie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SEO Dave</name><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-1620103605572006108.post-7359723164153442668</id><published>2009-07-17T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:32:25.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Disorders!</title><summary type='text'>Some people talk about how great it is to spend a whole day sleeping. "All I did was sleep, it was so great," and so on. I've never really had one of those before, unless I was deliriously sick or something.Well I finally had one today, and mother of GOD do i feel awesome. Sure, it's one in the morning and i'm blogging instead of sleeping, but I feel like a hundred dollars. No, like a hundred and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620103605572006108/posts/default/7359723164153442668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620103605572006108/posts/default/7359723164153442668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrblawggie.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleep-disorders.html' title='Sleep Disorders!'/><author><name>SEO Dave</name><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-1620103605572006108.post-1908227113870584822</id><published>2009-04-27T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:29:16.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huey Lewis &amp; The News</title><summary type='text'>One time in college when I was at a tournament with the early Space Bastards, we went to JMU for a tournament. This was back in the days when the average college team's skill level and overall athleticism were pretty low; from afar, most college ultimate games back in the early 90's probably looked like a collective seizure, or like a freshly tear-gassed riot or something. As a result we had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620103605572006108/posts/default/1908227113870584822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620103605572006108/posts/default/1908227113870584822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrblawggie.blogspot.com/2009/04/huey-lewis-news.html' title='Huey Lewis &amp; The News'/><author><name>SEO Dave</name><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-1620103605572006108.post-5451651436270429377</id><published>2009-01-27T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:21:52.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handicap Toilets</title><summary type='text'>I really like to use the handicap stall because of all the room.  Unfortunately the toilet is higher than a normal toilet.  This puts the human body in the awkward position of having to crap while partially standing up (makes me think - I wonder if I can drop a turd while standing totally upright.  What would happen to it?  Would it simply smear through my ass crack and slide down my leg or would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620103605572006108/posts/default/5451651436270429377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620103605572006108/posts/default/5451651436270429377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrblawggie.blogspot.com/2009/01/handicap-toilets.html' title='Handicap Toilets'/><author><name>SEO Dave</name><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-1620103605572006108.post-2372535109632463982</id><published>2008-07-27T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:24:21.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like KFC chicken tonight</title><summary type='text'>This may not be new to many folks out there, but I just saw an old commercial last night from KFC featuring limited-edition collectible Dale Jr. bucket of chicken.  It’s the first time the bucket has someone on it besides the good Colonel Harland Sanders. So, for sure when I get home today, I’ll ride to KFC for a bucket (if still available) and rest assured the chicken – all 20 pieces - will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620103605572006108/posts/default/2372535109632463982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620103605572006108/posts/default/2372535109632463982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrblawggie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-like-kfc-chicken-tonight.html' title='I feel like KFC chicken tonight'/><author><name>SEO Dave</name><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-1620103605572006108.post-3754819860904216943</id><published>2008-05-20T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:24:39.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs</title><summary type='text'>A web log (also known as a blog, see below) is a website that tracks headlines and articles from other websites. They are frequently maintained by volunteers and are typically devoted to a specific audience or topic.Weblogs are often-updated sites that point to articles elsewhere on the web, often with comments, and to on-site articles. A weblog is kind of a continual tour, with a human guide who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620103605572006108/posts/default/3754819860904216943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620103605572006108/posts/default/3754819860904216943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrblawggie.blogspot.com/2008/05/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>SEO Dave</name><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>
