<?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-10740785</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:32:48.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazyness We Live In</title><subtitle type='html'>The crazy antics of our household.  If it scares you, just remember that it all really happened.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyhouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bartholomew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12439451258404598582</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10740785.post-110801687296322612</id><published>2005-02-10T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T01:30:52.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stab Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It all started with me lying in the Sasquatch's bed. I had the foolish notion that I should ask him if I could get naked, you know just for the sake of doing something silly. Of course the Sasq got a little upset, and responded by telling me, the noble Bartholomew, that he was going to stab me. Then I made the critical mistake, I asked him "Stab me with your&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Penis"&lt;/span&gt;. I instantly realized the sheer ridiculousness of that statement, and remarked that I should never, ever, under any circumstance repeat the above said statement. But then I went I blogged about it. All for you. Feel lucky.&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/10740785-110801687296322612?l=ourcrazyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcrazyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/110801687296322612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740785&amp;postID=110801687296322612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740785/posts/default/110801687296322612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740785/posts/default/110801687296322612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcrazyhouse.blogspot.com/2005/02/stab-incident.html' title='The Stab Incident'/><author><name>Bartholomew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12439451258404598582</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></feed>
