<?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-16498641</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:19:32.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See through...</title><subtitle type='html'>Swim inside the head of the guy next door.  He might be a little more then you gave him credit for!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>See through...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850639887376399798</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16498641.post-112769960630272214</id><published>2005-09-25T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:53:26.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog your nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So now that i have this blogging thing down it's time i stayed focused and kept it moving.  There's nothing like base to your face when you're giving someone ducking someones' sick.  I know all you birds naaameen!  So when you're gonna hit me on the side with a chirp so that i can get with you at my earlist parlaying time slot?  It's ain't nothing but a thang, my name is chin wang, and i like to sang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One&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/16498641-112769960630272214?l=cthrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/feeds/112769960630272214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16498641&amp;postID=112769960630272214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112769960630272214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112769960630272214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-your-nose.html' title='blog your nose'/><author><name>See through...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850639887376399798</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-16498641.post-112762431145614693</id><published>2005-09-24T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:58:31.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oxi something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How the hell is this possible.  I gotta speak on this one cause i remembered it today.  I have a friend of course i don't like to hint or say names cause that defeats the purpose of an anonymose blog.  But check this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who discrimenates against other races.  It's wierd becaue I'll say to him what the hell are you thinking.  And he'll give me some bullshit answer that's doesn't really have alot of thought behind it.  Now he's not a "racist" in the formal since of the the word.  But sometimes i don't think he understands that some of the things he says and ways that he puts his thoughts together make him sound like one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass....he thinks i want him to be more "tolorant" of other races like I am (as if that would be a bad thing) but what he doesn't get is that if he thinks he needs to be more tolorant he has a problem of from the door and he needs to check it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone out there who doens't you'll miss alot of opportunities because of this kind of thinking and i hope this guy doesn't miss anymore.&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/16498641-112762431145614693?l=cthrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/feeds/112762431145614693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16498641&amp;postID=112762431145614693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112762431145614693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112762431145614693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/2005/09/oxi-something.html' title='oxi something'/><author><name>See through...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850639887376399798</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-16498641.post-112761510118068538</id><published>2005-09-24T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T19:25:01.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no call backs!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've come to realize that most of my friends don't call me.  If I don't call them to see what's up or do something or whatever then I would just probably never get a call.  Don't get me wrong not every one is this way but most are.  Now most of the people do this are my "real" friends and care about me and all that but I've kinda just come to realize that it's sucks ass sitting at home thinking of someone to call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get sensitive sometimes and this could be one of those times cause I'd rather be out then at home but damn what to do? &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/16498641-112761510118068538?l=cthrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/feeds/112761510118068538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16498641&amp;postID=112761510118068538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112761510118068538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112761510118068538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-call-backs.html' title='no call backs!!!'/><author><name>See through...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850639887376399798</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-16498641.post-112759277754520863</id><published>2005-09-24T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:12:57.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn yo</title><content type='html'>So i love my girl more then anyone else but when we don't get time things just go haywire.  See here's how it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one of the best women on the planet straight up.  Hot but doesn't always know it (humble not stuck up), tons of talent but doesn't always realize it (has alot of things to accomplish), i could go on forever.  Our communication as a couple is our strength and recently I've realized it's also our weakness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we can't talk things are just not good.  I feel all detached from her/us.  Like i go out on the prowl instead going out to flirt and take the rest out on my wifey :-)  I mean don't get me wrong i'm not looking to cheat or anything it's just a different feeling.  So what the hell do i mean when we can't talk.  Well, she's doing her thing i'm doing mine and we don't always have/take time to sit and catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we start putting more time and things fall back in to place.  It's cool the feeling how it comes back but it also sucks becaues now you know what it is when it comes again and every now and then there's not as much you can do.  You have to work and do your thing.  So you find little things that work like doing lunch together, waking up a little earlier, going to bed a little later, eating breakfest together even when the other person doesn't need to get up yet.  Little things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn.  So now i know when i get the "prowling" feeling it's cause i miss my wife.  How cool is that to know.   Pretty damn cool.  Funny how i'm writting this now because she's not here and guess what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16498641-112759277754520863?l=cthrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/feeds/112759277754520863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16498641&amp;postID=112759277754520863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112759277754520863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112759277754520863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-yo_24.html' title='damn yo'/><author><name>See through...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850639887376399798</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-16498641.post-112752101827255690</id><published>2005-09-23T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T17:17:08.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been crazy, but people read!</title><content type='html'>So it's been mad long since the last blog. Here's the deal right. I'm working/teaching at this store. It's seasonal and guess what season it is. Well that's not the point. The point is i have a young staff. 17, 19, and 25 (wow i am geting old). So i must admit that i really miss interacting with young people. It's been great talking with them. We work and play it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i figured out the deal with my life... but that's for another time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16498641-112752101827255690?l=cthrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/feeds/112752101827255690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16498641&amp;postID=112752101827255690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112752101827255690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112752101827255690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-crazy-but-people-read.html' title='It&apos;s been crazy, but people read!'/><author><name>See through...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850639887376399798</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-16498641.post-112643115079820576</id><published>2005-09-11T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:32:30.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn yo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I bounced out to the bay today.  Caught this weeeeeeeeeak "Artist Exchange" that a friend told me about.  I don't regrete going but I wouldn't go again that's for sure.  So I found out the what the hype is about Upperplayground, Future Primitive Sound, and a couple of other so called historic hiphop jawns in SF.  I'll tell you what I'm not in awww.  Maybe that's because I've seen it all over and over again now.  The obvious tee's with artist art on the front, back, side to side.  The cool cd's playing over the lound speaker and all that.  At this point it's just same' ole to me.   Can't be made at them for helping to start that hole movement but i'm just so over it that it's time for the new shit.&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/16498641-112643115079820576?l=cthrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/feeds/112643115079820576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16498641&amp;postID=112643115079820576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112643115079820576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112643115079820576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-yo.html' title='Damn yo!!!'/><author><name>See through...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850639887376399798</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-16498641.post-112625608400306050</id><published>2005-09-10T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:54:44.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone whom should know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Once again my brain is flooded with crazy visions.  Some times smashing together sometimes seperated by a small amount of fabric.  Every now and then it's kinda crazy how it seems you just don't know how things are.  Sometimes you think you do but most times you don't.  You think you catch and eye that's telling you to do whatever you want, then you catch a smirk that's looking to shut you down.  You think that if you just do what you want, how you want instinct will just take over, but it just never happens without thought getting in the way.  You tell me what it means.  I wish I knew.&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/16498641-112625608400306050?l=cthrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/feeds/112625608400306050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16498641&amp;postID=112625608400306050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112625608400306050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112625608400306050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/2005/09/someone-whom-should-know.html' title='Someone whom should know...'/><author><name>See through...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850639887376399798</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-16498641.post-112625767451862259</id><published>2005-09-09T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T02:21:14.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vero?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I'm sitting down watching these three woman at the club play catch and throw back at the club.  You wouldn't believe at one time that 7 guys (including me) were talking to them.  Although i had no intent on getting hooked in i sat back in my seat to observe another young lady talking non-sense to a guy.  She tells him "I'm not a player" and I start laughing because what he didn't know was that the way she flicked her hair and batted her eyes said "no i'm not a played but a tease who talks to a bunch of guys yes i am".  So starts starring and flirting with me because of the fact that I wasn't acting into her.  You know woman.  So after that exchange of the "whoa you're so not into me" look and my "yup but you're funny and cute" looking back she walks away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more then 5 minutes pass and she's in my mug again.&lt;br /&gt;"So why did you laugh at me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Umm cause you funny."&lt;br /&gt;*Batter her eyes and flicking her hair*  "No one's ever told me that before". &lt;br /&gt;"Well you are"&lt;br /&gt;*Confused look*&lt;br /&gt;"Look at you don't even know what to do now that i'm not all over you huh". &lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yup"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks away at this point.  My friend and I think for the last time but to both our surprise nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't find my friend"&lt;br /&gt;"What was her name"&lt;br /&gt;"Turtle"&lt;br /&gt;"Right...so question...are you a player?"&lt;br /&gt;"You....argh" *Bites my finger and walks away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that crazy shit.  Push up bras and full hair even if you're just as cute as cute can be just don't do it for every guy.  Esepcially when you look like someone he's known before!&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/16498641-112625767451862259?l=cthrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/feeds/112625767451862259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16498641&amp;postID=112625767451862259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112625767451862259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112625767451862259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/2005/09/vero.html' title='Vero?'/><author><name>See through...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850639887376399798</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-16498641.post-112621088483406669</id><published>2005-09-08T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T13:21:24.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new rack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this chick from Israel is supposed to come out with us tonight. She's not terribly hot but has a rack that's beyond your normal size boobage. She told me the speel about how American boys are assholes and players. They say they're going to come and get her or call on a certain day and they never do. She also gave me the chip on her shoulder about how of course she's not waiting for them to call either (emm hhmm). So here's the deal though. I don't want to leave her hanging because then she'll think I'm just like every other American guy. But the fact of the matter is I'm not trying to get with her so what's the point of driving out of my way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll just have to see. &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/16498641-112621088483406669?l=cthrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/feeds/112621088483406669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16498641&amp;postID=112621088483406669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112621088483406669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112621088483406669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-rack.html' title='A new rack!'/><author><name>See through...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850639887376399798</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-16498641.post-112616819184153625</id><published>2005-09-08T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T01:31:21.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ass and a Gentlemen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Private CThrough:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Permission to speak freely sir? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Major Ass:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Go ahead private!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Private CThrough:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Damn sir! You guys talk all this ish in the world about being "free" here in the land of apple pie and home land security but you never told me that there would be conciquences for it. If I speak out "too much" I'm a liberal and will be a poor ass. If I'm conservative my poor family members won't respect me and will call me a white collar asswhipe. If talk about how being married just doesn't help you to not love other people I'm a dog. Should I bring up race and say white people don't owe black people anything cause even if something was owed, it wouldn't be owed by whites but america as a whole, then I don't understand the plight of blacks. If i say blacks are the only people in the history of America to be persicuted for 3 or 4 hundred years and not get anything for it, it's true but I'm a rebel. Should I mention that Mexicans work harder then most execs in the fields and make minimum wage I'm siding with illegal immigrants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sir i need for you to tell this young private what rights as an American or just a human being I have that will allow me to speak my mind and not be hunted down. Why can't I let every know that people make me upset of enough to kill, if i don't? The same is true if i'm said enough to kill myself and don't? Right? So what's out there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Major Ass:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Private stop asking about rights you gave up to be a soldier of the Marina Corp. I own your ass and if you blog this on your "Cthrough" site you'll get a code red for sure! Dismissed...you damn commy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16498641-112616819184153625?l=cthrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/feeds/112616819184153625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16498641&amp;postID=112616819184153625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112616819184153625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16498641/posts/default/112616819184153625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cthrough.blogspot.com/2005/09/ass-and-gentlemen.html' title='An Ass and a Gentlemen!'/><author><name>See through...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850639887376399798</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></feed>
