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  <title>&quot;Seulement un dieu peut me juger&quot;</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2005 23:18:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>You gave me false hopes of love&lt;br /&gt;Letting me hurt as you ran off&lt;br /&gt;To find another to take my place&lt;br /&gt;As I gathered wasted emotions&lt;br /&gt;You spat on the grave I called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times we had are not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;For the scars are too deep&lt;br /&gt;For the pain is too strong&lt;br /&gt;And you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my darling&lt;br /&gt;Its time for the truth&lt;br /&gt;For what you did to me&lt;br /&gt;IT’S YOUR TURN TO FUCKING HURT!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2004 22:01:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Torture</title>
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  <description>NO ONE! has any idea what its like to be in a classroom for 4 hours straight with a legally crazy women&lt;br /&gt;English 2 hours listening to Greg Machado&lt;br /&gt;Creativ Writing 2 more HOURS.....&lt;br /&gt;Oh and dont forget i decided to skip PE last year so im taking it as a Junior, Bad Idea!  A mile today&lt;br /&gt;GGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;Finals could not be any worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i have math and history...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2004 00:35:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bahhh</title>
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  <description>Finals are this week...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Im pissing everone off and being an ass, but at the same time i cant wait until Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Boredom</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2004 21:25:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Gaahhh</title>
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  <description>I was searching the net and found some guys site. Heres some of the stuff he posted.  &lt;br /&gt;THis guy was in the army and he wrote all the things &quot;skippyisms&quot; that he got in trouble for, heres some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My proper military title is &quot;Specialist Schwarz&quot; not &quot;Princess Anastasia&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;3. Not allowed to threaten anyone with black magic. &lt;br /&gt;10. Not allowed to purchase anyone&apos;s soul on government time.&lt;br /&gt;16. Must get a haircut even if it tampers with my “Samson like powers”.&lt;br /&gt;20. Must not taunt the French any more.&lt;br /&gt;26. Never tell a German soldier that “We kicked your ass in World War 2!”&lt;br /&gt;29. The Irish MPs are not after “Me frosted lucky charms”.&lt;br /&gt;31. Not allowed to let sock puppets take responsibility for any of my actions.&lt;br /&gt;32. Not allowed to let sock puppets take command of my post.&lt;br /&gt;33. Not allowed to chew gum at formation, unless I brought enough for everybody. &lt;br /&gt;34. (Next day) Not allowed to chew gum at formation even if I *did* bring enough for everybody. &lt;br /&gt;35. Not allowed to sing “High Speed Dirt” by Megadeth during airborne operations. (“See the earth below/Soon to make a crater/Blue sky, black death, I&apos;m off to meet my maker”)&lt;br /&gt;37. Our medic is called “Sgt Larwasa”, not “Dr. Feelgood”. &lt;br /&gt;38. Our supply Sgt is “Sgt Watkins” not “Sugar Daddy”. &lt;br /&gt;39. Not allowed to ask for the day off due to religious purposes, on the basis that the world is going to end, more than once. &lt;br /&gt;43. Camouflage body paint is not a uniform. &lt;br /&gt;46. I am not authorized to fire officers.&lt;br /&gt;48. I may not use public masturbation as a tool to demonstrate a flaw in a command decision. &lt;br /&gt;49. Not allowed to trade military equipment for “magic beans”. &lt;br /&gt;50. Not allowed to sell magic beans during duty hours. &lt;br /&gt;51. Not allowed to quote “Dr Seuss” on military operations&lt;br /&gt;54. “Napalm sticks to kids” is *not* a motivational phrase.&lt;br /&gt;67. I am not the Psychological Warfare Mascot. &lt;br /&gt;68. I may not line my helmet with tin foil to “Block out the space mind control lasers”.&lt;br /&gt;69. May not pretend to be a fascist stormtrooper, while on duty. &lt;br /&gt;70. I am not authorized to prescribe any form of medication. &lt;br /&gt;77. The MP checkpoint is not an Imperial Stormtrooper roadblock, so I should not tell them &quot;You don&apos;t need to see my identification, these are not the droids you are looking for.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;79. I am neither the king nor queen of cheese. &lt;br /&gt;80. Not allowed to wear a dress to any army functions. &lt;br /&gt;81. May not bring a drag queen to the battalion formal dance&lt;br /&gt;84. Must not use military vehicles to “Squish” things. &lt;br /&gt;87. If the thought of something makes me giggle for longer than 15 seconds, I am to assume that I am not allowed to do it. &lt;br /&gt;88. Must not refer to 1st Sgt as “Mom”. &lt;br /&gt;89. Must not refer to the Commander as “Dad”. &lt;br /&gt;90. Inflatable sheep do *not* need to be displayed during a room inspection. &lt;br /&gt;93. Nerve gas is not funny. &lt;br /&gt;94. Crucifixes do not ward off officers, and I should not test that. &lt;br /&gt;98. The proper response to a chemical weapon attack is not “Tell my chain of command what I really think about them, and then poke holes in their masks.” &lt;br /&gt;100. Claymore mines are not filled with yummy candy, and it is wrong to tell new soldiers that they are. &lt;br /&gt;102. Rodents are not entitled to burial with full military honors, even if they are &quot;casualties of war&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;105. I am not allowed to bum cigarettes off of anyone under twelve&lt;br /&gt;106. I may not trade my rifle for any of the following: Cigarettes, booze, sexual favors, Kalishnikovs, Soviet Armored vehicles, small children, or bootleg CD’s. &lt;br /&gt;117. Must not use government equipment to bootleg pornography. &lt;br /&gt;119. I cannot arrest children for being rude. &lt;br /&gt;121. I should not use government resources to “waterproof” dirty magazines. &lt;br /&gt;129. The Microsoft ® “Dancing Paperclip” is not authorized to countermand any orders.&lt;br /&gt;132. The loudspeaker system is not a forum to voice my ideas. &lt;br /&gt;133. The loudspeaker system is not to be used to replace the radio. &lt;br /&gt;134. The loudspeaker system is not to be used to broadcast the soundtrack to a porno movie. &lt;br /&gt;137. Should not show up at the front gate wearing part of a Russian uniform, messily drunk. &lt;br /&gt;138. Even if my commander did it. &lt;br /&gt;141. Not allowed to use a broadsword to disprove “The Pen is Mightier than the sword”. &lt;br /&gt;146. Nor should I drink three quarts of red food coloring, and scream during the same. &lt;br /&gt;147. I should not threaten suicide with pop rocks and Coke ®.&lt;br /&gt;148. Putting red “Mike and Ike&apos;s” ® into a prescription medicine bottle, and then eating them all in a formation is not funny. &lt;br /&gt;155. Teaching Albanian children to taunt other soldiers is not nice. &lt;br /&gt;156. I will no longer perform “lap-dances” while in uniform. &lt;br /&gt;157. If I take the uniform off, in the course of the lap-dance, it still counts. &lt;br /&gt;159. When detained by MP&apos;s, I do not have a right to a strip search.&lt;br /&gt;160. No part of the military uniform is edible. &lt;br /&gt;163. Take that hat off. &lt;br /&gt;166. No, the pants are not optional. &lt;br /&gt;167. Not allowed to operate a business out of the barracks. &lt;br /&gt;168. Especially not a pornographic movie studio. &lt;br /&gt;169. Not even if they *are* “especially patriotic films” &lt;br /&gt;171. On training missions, try not to shoot down the General&apos;s helicopter. &lt;br /&gt;172. “A full magazine and some privacy” is not the way to help a potential suicide.&lt;br /&gt;174. Furby ® is not allowed into classified areas. (I swear to the gods, I did not make that up, it&apos;s actually DOD policy). &lt;br /&gt;175. We do not “charge into battle, naked, like the Celts”. &lt;br /&gt;179. On Army documents, my race is not “Other”. &lt;br /&gt;181. Pokémon® trainer is not an MOS. &lt;br /&gt;184. When operating a military vehicle I may *not* attempt something “I saw in a cartoon”. &lt;br /&gt;185. My name is not a killing word. &lt;br /&gt;186. I am not the Emperor of anything.&lt;br /&gt;187. Must not taunt officers in the throes of nicotine withdrawal, with cigarettes. &lt;br /&gt;188. May not challenge officers to “Meet me on the field of honor, at dawn”.&lt;br /&gt;191. Our Humvees cannot be assembled into a giant battle-robot. &lt;br /&gt;199. I should not confess to crimes that took place before I was born. &lt;br /&gt;200. My chain of command is not interested in why I “just happen” to have a kilt, an inflatable sheep, and a box of rubber bands in the back of my car. &lt;br /&gt;203. “To conquer the earth with an army of flying monkeys&quot; is a bad long term goal to give the re-enlistment NCO.&lt;br /&gt;206. Not allowed to get shot.&lt;br /&gt;207. The Chicken and Rice MRE is *not* a personal lubricant. (Skippy wanted this noted for the record that this is not something he has ever attempted or considered! It was something we heard at dinner on 22 September 2001 and it was just so obscene it had to go here.)&lt;br /&gt;210. Must not make T-shirts up depicting a pig with the writing &quot;Eat Pork or Die&quot; in Arabic to bring as civilian attire when preparing to deploy to a primarily Muslim country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were funny, do to he actually did these things...&lt;br /&gt;Well this was the highlight of my day</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2004 02:01:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Get Off Your Feet</title>
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  <description>Fuck Emo Scene!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2004 00:19:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Live Journal</title>
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  <description>Woot!&lt;br /&gt;Im listening to Iron Man, by Black Sabbath, and im trying to figure this &quot;livejournal&quot; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah We had a Rally...our choir sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Art class we have to make like scultopgram out of a shoe box, and i wasnt familiar with actually keeping shoeboxes... My teachers a prick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comp tech teacher hates me; only 2 weeks left with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Math class i was drawin a picture of my teacher with wings, and a death ray. he didnt like that too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History can die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative Writing i wrote and went on MYspace, that isnt blocked because its a teachers computer, and in English We read and i dreamed about throwing rocks at an evil bitch in my class named Michelle.  Gaaa Anah was there and she called me an ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked</description>
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