<?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-6673681</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:05:02.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me miss</title><subtitle type='html'>Excuse me, what's your name?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-realest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-realest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673681.post-108128224179195550</id><published>2004-04-06T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T13:14:27.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>many men</title><content type='html'>Many men, wish death upon me.  Blood in my eye dog and i can't see.  I'm trying to be what i'm destined to be, and niggas trying to take my life away.  I'll put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me, my mac on my wall now you gonn see.  You better watch how you talk when you talk about me, cause I'll come and take your life away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673681-108128224179195550?l=the-realest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108128224179195550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108128224179195550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-realest.blogspot.com/2004_04_06_archive.html#108128224179195550' title='many men'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673681.post-108128204023036452</id><published>2004-04-06T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T13:11:06.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tossed salad</title><content type='html'>okay, it just doesn't get any funnier.  I was listening to the Chris Rock HBO special with b and sipe and they're talking about this prison interview.  "well sir, what's the first thing you make incoming inmates do if they want drugs or something?"  "well, I make him toss my salad" "well sir...  care to explain what tossing a sald is?"  "A tossed salad is when someone eats out your ass hole with jell-o or syrup, I prefer syrup" "well...  why don't you just make him give you oral sex?"  "Because when you're sucking dick, you can pretend it's something else, when you're eating an ass hole you know you're eating an ass hole"  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673681-108128204023036452?l=the-realest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108128204023036452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108128204023036452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-realest.blogspot.com/2004_04_06_archive.html#108128204023036452' title='tossed salad'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673681.post-108119527154688506</id><published>2004-04-05T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:04:56.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>restoring house vernius</title><content type='html'>Okay, Kailea...  I know she's not around in dune or any succeeding books, thus..  i'm guessing she dies..  victor too.  Rhombur i think will eventually bring his house back to power on Ix, but the thing is...  With Dominic on Arrakis doing god knows what, I mean...  How convenient would that be to the cause if Dominic infiltrated ix and waged war on the tleilaxu?  But I think he's taking his atomics and heading to kaitan for whatever reason...  we shall see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673681-108119527154688506?l=the-realest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108119527154688506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108119527154688506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-realest.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108119527154688506' title='restoring house vernius'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673681.post-108093936913758360</id><published>2004-04-02T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T12:59:48.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>going home?</title><content type='html'>you tell me i can't slow down, you tell me where ive got to be.  I spin into the darkness and i swear i can't see a thing in front of me, no it's true.  i'm not driving anymore, i cannot keep up with you.  you're closing in behind me, i got headlights in my eyes.  don't you get too close to me, can't you see that we'll collide?  and the casualites, there's just no room.  i'm not driving anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673681-108093936913758360?l=the-realest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108093936913758360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108093936913758360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-realest.blogspot.com/2004_04_02_archive.html#108093936913758360' title='going home?'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673681.post-108085328400710363</id><published>2004-04-01T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T13:05:03.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hellbound</title><content type='html'>I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww)&lt;br /&gt;Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to&lt;br /&gt;The only key that I see to defeat you&lt;br /&gt;would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you&lt;br /&gt;and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe&lt;br /&gt;I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse &lt;br /&gt;you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you &lt;br /&gt;(Bitch!) I ain't no fuckin G, I'm a cannibal &lt;br /&gt;I ain't tryin to shoot you, &lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you&lt;br /&gt;Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass &lt;br /&gt;and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress&lt;br /&gt;Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!)&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket&lt;br /&gt;to fill it full of explosive gasses&lt;br /&gt;and close it back with a lit match in it &lt;br /&gt;while I sit back and just hope it catches &lt;br /&gt;Blow you to fragments&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673681-108085328400710363?l=the-realest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108085328400710363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108085328400710363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-realest.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085328400710363' title='I&apos;m hellbound'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673681.post-108076624468812726</id><published>2004-03-31T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T12:54:21.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till I collapse...</title><content type='html'>Now don't think I won't hit you cause i'm popular, i got a P-90 gunna pop at ya, catch ya slippin imma give you what i got for ya, my clip loaded with 16 shots for ya.  Ever had a hot gun on your waist?  and blood on your shoes?  cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you, homie you aint been through what i been through, because you not like me and i'm not like you.  I'm like an, animal with it when i spit it it's crazy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673681-108076624468812726?l=the-realest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108076624468812726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108076624468812726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-realest.blogspot.com/2004_03_31_archive.html#108076624468812726' title='Till I collapse...'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673681.post-108068524225727588</id><published>2004-03-30T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:24:18.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All alone with me</title><content type='html'>when i feel cold, you warm me.  And when i feel i can't go on?  you come and hold me.  It's you and me forever, sara.  Smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673681-108068524225727588?l=the-realest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108068524225727588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108068524225727588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-realest.blogspot.com/2004_03_30_archive.html#108068524225727588' title='All alone with me'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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-6673681.post-108025838585312865</id><published>2004-03-25T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T15:49:54.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just havin' fun</title><content type='html'>That's what it's all about.  Havin' fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673681-108025838585312865?l=the-realest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108025838585312865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673681/posts/default/108025838585312865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-realest.blogspot.com/2004_03_25_archive.html#108025838585312865' title='Just havin&apos; fun'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</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>
