<?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-1828774162120957538</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:29:41.722-07:00</updated><category term='cape cod'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='beer'/><category term='alchol'/><category term='sticker'/><category term='annoying kids'/><category term='bruins'/><category term='godaddy.com'/><category term='chicks'/><category term='charlie baker'/><category term='alcohol poisoning'/><category term='biggest loser'/><category term='sluts'/><category term='sand'/><category term='elections'/><category term='birds'/><category term='beast'/><category term='hell'/><category term='lung'/><category term='ptown'/><category 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drive'/><title type='text'>Friday Fuck You</title><subtitle type='html'>...It's for you and about you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-2735331682745620880</id><published>2011-07-23T14:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T15:26:39.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying coworkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='controlling'/><title type='text'>over controlling, cold shoulder type of people</title><content type='html'>OK so it has been a while but with me and this blog it’s not really that uncommon. But I will give everyone an update as to what has been going on with me as of recent. Well after moving to Oregon I got what seemed like a great job for the summer, and it’s the type of work I like and want to be doing. So it sounds like a dream come true, but it has a huge major downfall… living with the people I work with! Now there have been some jobs where I could’ve totally lived with my co-workers this is not one of those jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner; the one who I work with every day; drives me off the wall insane! The first two weeks of work were great, but after that it has steadily gone downhill and is hovering about the point where one of us is going to say something to the other and I'm sure there will be a few words exchanged. Now I’ll give you a bit of a run through of what my job entails… Every morning we wake up when most living things are still sleeping, we gear up and jump in the truck and drive into the woods to a predetermined location to look and listen for birds. Now the first two weeks were cool, while driving in the truck we would swap stories and just give general small talk. After that something happened, what it was I have no idea but it happened. I come back from a weekend at home and all of a sudden there no more talking, no more radio in the truck, no more hiking together, were now like two secret service officers; just driving, no talking, looking forward, get the mission done. So I try and make small talk and only get one word answers in return, clearly something has happened, but I figure maybe she’s tired of just having a bad day. Well that bad day turned into a bad 2 months! Imagine having to drive in a car with someone for 2+ hours a day without talking. So still to this point in time I have no idea what happened to make her go all “oddjob” on me but whatever it’s fine because now there is a mutual dislike between the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AAt1aQl35E/Ti3clLMGImI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lKtGtc64Ceo/s1600/oddjob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AAt1aQl35E/Ti3clLMGImI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lKtGtc64Ceo/s320/oddjob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then she would start nitpicking the things I did (mind you she is in no way my supervisor, and for the most part we are equals, even though I'm sure I get paid more) like going ‘too fast’ on the mountain roads; I'm only going 20-25, while she goes 10-15! I’m sorry we are not rock crawling here! It’s just a fucking gravel road! 25 is the recommended speed so I'm not going to stop ‘speeding’. She also critiques my use of the CB radio, my hiking times, and request that I get her permission before leaving to check out a site for the following day! Yah fat chance in hell that will happen, we both came here to recon sites, you didn’t ask me if you could so I'm not going to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7VD-lfiHi8/Ti3cshK6ojI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8UaKJHL9iT0/s1600/crazy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7VD-lfiHi8/Ti3cshK6ojI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8UaKJHL9iT0/s200/crazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So basically with this chick something changed, and I doubt it was something I did, because when I don’t like you or I give you a reason to not like me I know about it because in most cases it was intentional. This case was not, it was definitely not my intention to make my living situation a living hell hole. And it’s not just us here in this house, there are two other guys whom she regularly has conversations with and jokes with and everything else that people living together should be able to do, so clearly it’s just me. And I get along fine with the other guys mostly just the younger one but the old guy as well, just not as much. But for the most part i don't even feel welcome in this house, and I'm pretty sure that no one here does, once we get home from the woods, we make some food and then go and sit by our selves in our rooms. So basically if you ever get a job with shared housing and you think “Wow this is going to be sweet living with people who have similar interest to mine!” just pause for a second and think back to this blog, now I'm not saying that it’s going to be like this every time but just be ready for the over controlling, cold shoulder type of people who won’t give a valid reason for their loathing of you. And it’s to these people I say FUCK YOU! Chillax, it’s not all about you and it probably never will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also is you enjoy reading these updates (as infrequent ass they may be) I urge you to check out &lt;a href="http://katesdates-datingafterdivorce.blogspot.com/"&gt;“Kates Dates”&lt;/a&gt; a fellow blogger who dives deep into the horrible life of dating after divorce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-2735331682745620880?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2735331682745620880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=2735331682745620880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2735331682745620880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2735331682745620880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2011/07/over-controlling-cold-shoulder-type-of.html' title='over controlling, cold shoulder type of people'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AAt1aQl35E/Ti3clLMGImI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lKtGtc64Ceo/s72-c/oddjob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-5710532393208255176</id><published>2011-04-01T13:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T12:35:27.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biggest loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='african safari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob parson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jillian michaels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danica patrick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='godaddy.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Bob Parson and Godaddy.com the elephant killing scumbags</title><content type='html'>Ok so it has indeed been a while since my last posting but I have just not seen anything worth posting about really. But this morning I saw an article about GoDaddy.com’s (yah the video from the super bowl where Danica Patrick’s tits almost fall out of her shirt) CEO going on safari. And Fine whatever I’m a hunter I spend countless hours in the woods by myself, in freezing temps waiting for a deer to come walking by, but so far I have not actually made a kill, though I have had deer in front of me. But what I do and what he has done is HUGELY different. He went on an African safari to hunt an elephant! No the way he justifies this is by hunting a problem elephant, one that have been wreaking havoc on some local farms. And from any hunters perspective removal of a problem animal is usually deemed okay, and the meat from this animal would then go to the local villagers to eat. But come on! It’s a FUCKING ELEPHANT!! Who in their right mind shoots an elephant now-a-days?! You can’t tell me that someone going on one of these hunts doesn’t know that the elephant is threatened species (listed as ‘vulnerable’ by Wikipedia) I hope that the people that go on these hunts have kids so when they go home they can say “hey kids I just shot Babar!” (Dumbo, or the elephant from jungle book, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWIBXfrvFrg/TZTaozUaKBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YS36x6aLf5o/s1600/babar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="273" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWIBXfrvFrg/TZTaozUaKBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YS36x6aLf5o/s320/babar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the worst part of this douche bags safari hunt is that he recorded the whole thing with a film crew. Showing him helping the farmers. And after the kill showing the hungry villagers tearing the flesh off the carcass and having things eventually turn into an angry mob, mean while all of the villagers also got nice new godaddy.com hats to wear! Ok Bob Parsons you might look like a hero to the hungry African villagers but to the rest of the world you look like a Giant Fucking Ass Hole… wait can you be something worse than that?? And apparently Bobby does this just about every year and takes more than one elephant per trip! Now I did a bit of research on the interwebs looking for African safaris and I found few; mostly hunting for warthogs, or large plains creatures like gazelles and shit. But there are some that have elephant, lion, leopard, Hippopotamus, baboon, and Ostrich listed as huntable species! Now while not all of these are listed as threatened species, the first four are and should not even be on any hunting list. Now maybe this is striking my attention more fully because I have been volunteering at a zoo where my fiancé works with lions, cheetahs, elephants, hippos and other creatures of the sort. And I have been able to get up close and personal with a lot of these animals and I have learned a ton of information on why these animals are dropping in numbers and what people like my fiancé and her coworkers are doing to help protect these species. Now I'm not sure how these places get around the threatened status of these animals but I'm sure they can afford some good lawyers with hunts starting at $13,000 - $27,600 which must be paid in cash only with a half down nonrefundable deposit. But then I guess the people who can afford this can also afford not to care because the people who do care you put that $27,000 towards protecting these animals. Any one in mind that that wants to shoot and kill a big cat or for that matter any large predator (Wolf, Mountain Lion, Coyote, Lion, Tiger, etc.) should do some research and learn about these animals beforehand, this isn't the 1950’s anymore! The saying “no wolves means more deer” just doesn’t make any sense, you remove the predators and their prey animals are going to run rampant destroying everything in sight; forest growth, peoples nicely landscaped yards, they will be running into the streets causing more and more traffic accidents. And then the populations will start to decrease due to not enough food to handle all of these animals and the ones you will see will be the sick ones. Predators are here for a reason! But anyone who could morally shoot an elephant, a beloved animal to all people, is just downright scum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2UVuq-f4SuM/TZTa0sl9xYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/68WqTcVvX3E/s1600/bobparsonshunt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2UVuq-f4SuM/TZTa0sl9xYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/68WqTcVvX3E/s320/bobparsonshunt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Parson is scum and has some real mix morals swimming around in his head. On his personal video blog he lists all the charities he donates to, and it’s a real nice list to, and I appreciate people who donate to charities. But looking at this recent event I'm sure that the human society and the Phoenix zoo would love to know more about his elephant hunts, because those are 2 of the charities that he has donated too. The Phoenix Zoo I'm sure wouldn’t be too thrilled about his elephant hunts, they used to be home to Ruby the elephant, an elephant who painted beautiful pictures with colored brushes that helped raise over $200,000 for the zoo and elephant conservation! Ruby unfortunately died of birth complications in 1997.  And if any of you are fans of the show ‘the biggest loser’ you may know that Jillian Michaels is now one of the newest GoDaddy.com girls. Jillian Michaels is also a vegan to protest the inhumane slaughter of the animal meats industries, but I'm sure she would be fine with her new boss shooting an elephant, right? Now for those who have been reading this long and waiting for me to post the link to the &lt;a href="http://www.businessinsider.com/godaddy-ceo-videotapes-himself-killing-an-elephant-2011-3"&gt;video here it is&lt;/a&gt; on there you can learn different ways to boycott godaddy.com and help elephant conservation.&lt;br /&gt;So today I give a big FUCK YOU to Bob Parson and Godaddy.com elephant killing scumbags; I hear there are some problem pandas in china that could use your attention you sick fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smallbusiness.aol.com/2011/03/31/go-daddys-bob-parsons-brushes-off-criticism-over-elephant-killi/?icid=maing-grid7|main5|dl6|sec3_lnk1|53826"&gt;Bob Parsons response to the situation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bobparsons.me/index.php"&gt;Read more about Bob Parsons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redglitterx.wordpress.com/2010/09/06/jillian-michaels-diet-save-world/"&gt;Read more about Jillian Michaels animal rights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenix_Zoo"&gt;Read more about the Phoenix Zoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-5710532393208255176?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5710532393208255176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=5710532393208255176' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/5710532393208255176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/5710532393208255176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/bob-parson-and-godaddycom-elephant.html' title='Bob Parson and Godaddy.com the elephant killing scumbags'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWIBXfrvFrg/TZTaozUaKBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YS36x6aLf5o/s72-c/babar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-4212457912558288265</id><published>2010-11-19T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:39:05.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warranty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steve jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>Steve Jobs and the rest of Apple</title><content type='html'>Alright so this really pisses me off I own an ipod it was a gift, its engraved, its special, and it’s dead. I was using my ipod all day at work like I normally do playing solitaire in the corner when no one is watching because there is nothing else to do and I cant sit down in the office because then I get yelled at. So all day the ipod is fine I win a bunch of games of solitaire and even listen to music on the way home in my car. When I get home the battery is half full (yes I'm an optimistic) so I decide to charge it since tomorrow will be more solitaire and more music on the way home. So I plug it in and then itunes tells me that it can’t find my ipod so I should return it to the original settings, that’s fine I didn’t change any setting and there is nothing special on there any ways. Half way through the restoring process I get a message “sorry we can’t seem to restore this ipod” even though they have already erased what was left on there basically leaving me with a little glowing paper weight! So I try it again still nothing not even recognizing that it’s an ipod just that something was plugged it. So I go to the apple website enter my serial number and to my ‘surprise’ its no longer covered under warranty. Big shocker there! Now I know what happened when it was purchased for me I'm sure there was a warranty put on it for damages and repairs and what have you. And I would be willing to be that the end of that warranty was very recently, since I'm sure it was bought for my birthday and probably had a 1 year plan. So my warranty is up apple see that I have plugged my ipod in and that triggers a response and BAM my ipod that was working perfectly fine is no more, it has ceased to be, it has expired and gone to meet its maker, this is a late ipod, it’s a stiff, bereft of life, its rests in peace! This is an X ipod! So now my ipod sits on ym desk unplugged, power on frozen in the ‘connected’ screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/TOSuPMl0zNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PGhZEIJk4OE/s1600/ipod%2Bfucked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/TOSuPMl0zNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PGhZEIJk4OE/s320/ipod%2Bfucked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540745017673698514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened with any electronic you register and connect to the web they can track your warranty and the week after it’s up they send some sorta fucking shock wave thing into and fry it dead, think about it maybe you had a nice TV or gaming system that you bought extended warranty on and one day it died for what ever reason so you call them up to see what you can have done and oh my oh my the warranty ran out just last week, what a bummer! Well fuck this! FUCK apple and all their dumb products I have never liked them! And don’t you get all smartsy with me saying “well if you don’t like apple why do you have an ipod?? Hmmm?” it was a gift jerk ass. So to Steve Jobs and the rest of Apple and to any other fucking device that kicks the bucket right after its warranty is up and done with FUCK YOU! I’m onto your little schemes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-4212457912558288265?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4212457912558288265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=4212457912558288265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/4212457912558288265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/4212457912558288265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2010/11/steve-jobs-and-rest-of-apple.html' title='Steve Jobs and the rest of Apple'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/TOSuPMl0zNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PGhZEIJk4OE/s72-c/ipod%2Bfucked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-1978943261964381588</id><published>2010-11-02T13:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:09:35.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlie baker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>slander and bull shit lies</title><content type='html'>Okay so today is Election Day and there are people standing in the streets with their signs waving to every one and kids get out of school early so they can have the schools to use for the polls and what not. But honestly I could give two shakes of a lamb’s tail about it all. Republican, Democrat, Independent who cares! No matter who gets voted in they won’t do as good a job as any one really wants and people will still be complaining about something. And as far campaign ads are considered they are HORRIBLE!  So one guy raised taxes and another guy touches little girls, and another guy is old. Who the hell cares; I want to know about what they say that are going to do not their personal bull shit. And personally I am not going to vote for Person A when he goes on about all the bad things about Person B that doesn’t make you look any better asshole, talk about all the good things your gunna do not the bad things the other dick head has done. No matter how you vote you can never accomplish everything you SAY you’re gunna do its fucking impossible, and at the end of your time in office it will all come out about how you didn’t live up to your promises and just make you look bad, so why run anyways? Most elections are rigged any ways by the use of drug money and ‘favors’ done for each other. And another thing lose the ties! I know you’re all stuck up pricks but if you for once just do a press conference in a sweat shirt and jeans I might have some respect for you as a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pointsincase.com/files/images/dont-vote-pin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 131px;" src="http://www.pointsincase.com/files/images/dont-vote-pin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the people that DO VOTE thanks I'm glad you care enough about what goes on in your state/country/where ever to follow all this stuff and make a choice. But I just don’t have enough confidence in the system to believe its just that simple. Maybe some day when I have kids and own a house of my own and taxes and shit might mean something to me then maybe ill vote but for right now ill let every one else decide for me. Now I know this will be a big topic of discussion on here about how I'm throwing away my privileges of being an American but you know what its also my privilege of an American to do what I want and I choose not to vote. And yes I know that if I don’t vote I don’t get to complain but really I’m not complaining I just hate all the ads and bullshit tossing back and forth to give a shit. So to the election process and all the slander and bull shit lies that come with elections FUCK YOU! I don’t care take your buttons and signs some where else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-1978943261964381588?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1978943261964381588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=1978943261964381588' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1978943261964381588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1978943261964381588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2010/11/slander-and-bull-shit-lies.html' title='slander and bull shit lies'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-8859112327900512742</id><published>2010-06-11T08:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:10:11.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craigslist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choose your own adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife rehab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>...nature helping nut cases (Choose your own adventure)</title><content type='html'>Alright so it is becoming that time of year when all the cute little baby animals start to show their furry little faces; and it’s also the time of year when all the people that see these furry faces think they need help. Well guess what people just because you see an animal outside on its own does not mean it needs help or its lost, or sick, or whatever! Guess what it’s the freaking outdoors and they live there! Even though it might be your back yard it’s still their home and you might just be seeing them for the first time but they have been there trust me. So today I am going to take you through some possible steps of what to do with ‘lost’ or ‘injured’ wildlife, think of it like a choose your own adventure book. &lt;br /&gt;So first I’m going to set the scene for you… you are in your garden doing your yearly spring clean up removing weeds, and adding new plants and just generally sprucing up your yard and you come across some baby rabbits but the mother is nowhere to be found! So you decide to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3173/2352584609_49dd978c9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3173/2352584609_49dd978c9a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Capture all the babies and bring them into your house, because obviously the mother rabbit is a bitch and doesn’t care for her babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Call a professional animal extraction company and have them come and take the rabbits, because they know what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Leave them alone, maybe the mother will come back&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;CHOICE A&lt;br /&gt;You decide to capture all of the babies put them in a shoe box with a towel and into your house for safe keeping. All of a sudden you realize that you have never cared for a rabbit or any baby animal but you’ve seen this on animal planet so it can’t be too hard. So for a little extra help you decide to look up on Google how to care for these little rascals. And yes you get a bottle and some milk and you feed all the little guys as if they were your own children. A few weeks pass and they have all grown up you have moved them to a bigger box or maybe even a cage with a nice water bottle and some hay and your proud of what you have done. YAY the bunnies are alive and it’s all because of you! Well guess what you have crippled those rabbits for the rest for their lives if you do decide to release them back into the wild you will be the cause of their demise. These rabbit no nothing about living out in the wild and because of this they will most like either die of starvation, get eaten by a predator or get hit by a car. How do you feel now! Try again.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;CHOICE B&lt;br /&gt;You decide to call a wildlife extraction company because you’re not a professional animal type person you can barely remember that burrito you put in the microwave let alone care for young animals. So you go to the yellow pages and call someone, whether it is a wildlife control company, your local animal control officer or a wildlife rehabilitator. So you talk to them and they don’t want the animals or won’t even come out to look. You are forced to choose another option, try again.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;CHOICE C&lt;br /&gt;You choose to leave the babies there on their own, maybe you have been in this situation before, or you are taking the advice of a professional you talked to earlier, or maybe your heartless and don’t care whether they live or die.  Well no matter the reason you chose this option you are correct. Leaving the animals there is the best thing you can do, the mother will most likely come back you just scared her off while gardening. And now you get to watch these babies in your yard while they continue to grow, isn’t life great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so in all honesty I can’t fucking stand people that are so dumb that they think any animal that is out on its own needs help. Especially when these people don’t know what they are doing! Someone at work was telling me that they got a call about a lady who actually found rabbits in her garden and took them inside in a box and kept them in there for 2 days, with no food or anything! Even though the mother rabbit was out in the yard clearly looking for her little babies! And the lady didn’t want to put ht rabbits back because... well they were gardening. That was her reason; well I'm gardening so I can’t have these rabbits here. I don’t think she felt like she needed to protect them or anything she just didn’t want them in her yard or something ridiculous. That is fucking ridiculous; she most likely caused these rabbits to die because she was dumb! And I don’t know why people call me work all the time with stories or questions like these, WE DON’T DO REHAB! Call someone else! And don’t fucking come here with your damn pet turtles and say you found it in your yard because we know you didn’t, and guess what were not going to take it! And don’t just dump it on our lawn you dumb piece of shit, that animal will most likely die. If you don’t want your animal any more, put it on craigslist, or call a shelter, or rescue they might actually want it. So to everyone in the world who’s out trying to save every fucking little bird that fell out of its nest follow this easy motto; “if you care, leave it there” mother nature will follow its own course. So to all you nature helping nut cases, fuck off and leave it to those who know what they are doing, because you are killing things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-8859112327900512742?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8859112327900512742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=8859112327900512742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/8859112327900512742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/8859112327900512742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/nature-helping-nut-cases.html' title='...nature helping nut cases (Choose your own adventure)'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3173/2352584609_49dd978c9a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-8903778699343470584</id><published>2010-03-19T11:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:03:46.966-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thieves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='windows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worthless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buick'/><title type='text'>...shady value blind car thieves</title><content type='html'>Ok so on my way to the store this morning I open my car doors only to find some things that were on my seat that were not there before. It was at that point in time when I had a flash back to my old jeep Stella and when one morning getting ready to head to work I was getting into my car and noticed everything from my glove box was out on my seat it was at that point I had realized I had been robbed and Stella had been violated. And yes it was to that same effect just this morning when I found my crappy sports watch, deodorant, ice cream bar rapper, and my maps on my front seat. Some one had again gone through my glove box and center console of my car; it must be there calling card to leave shit on the seats or something. They apparently don’t know value when they see it, that watch must have been worth at lest $3, and it was Axe deodorant so that at least $5, I mean yah its used but it makes you smell nice! And maps every one needs maps, the burned copy of Disturbed 1000 fist that I took from a car in the junk yard(I don’t even have a CD player in my car but I have a CD) and the wire to connect an ipod to my stereo (again a stereo that I don’t even have in the car) all of this they left behind!! But most of all they left behind my sorrels with new laces and my tool box, both of these items could not only be valuable but very useful to have. Now you may be wondering how exactly they got into my car... do I now have a broken window? No. they got in because I can not lock my car doors any more because they are becoming a bitch to unlock. So yet again I am reminded by the shady car thieves of Brockton that all of my possessions are completely invaluable, at lest on the black market. So to all the shady value blind car thieves out there FUCK YOU didn’t you realize the first time that I have nothing but crap in my car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I redirect you to yet another rewind episode from FFY history... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/jeep-rapers.html"&gt;Jeep Rapers&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-8903778699343470584?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8903778699343470584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=8903778699343470584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/8903778699343470584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/8903778699343470584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/shady-value-blind-car-thieves.html' title='...shady value blind car thieves'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-8473268514556575519</id><published>2010-02-26T05:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:10:50.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racing stripe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camaro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini van'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toyota sienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toyota'/><title type='text'>trying to be young and rebellious drivers of mini vans</title><content type='html'>OK so the other day while drive down the highway on my way home from work, I spot something that quickly grabbed my attention. Was it a nice classic car perhaps? A cute girl broken down on the side of the road? Maybe a low flying plane coming in for a landing some where close? A large row of military vehicles? A patrol car waiting to pull me over for speeding? Now while all of these are great attention grabbers while driving I must say nay to them all. What I saw was a mini van. (I’ll let you ponder on this for a sec) your right it was no ordinary mini van, okay maybe it was because its hard to make mini vans anything but ordinary. But this one was trying hard to be something it was not…. this one had racing stripes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/S4MnFzplsYI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y8XsUf7Vp-k/s1600-h/p_00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/S4MnFzplsYI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y8XsUf7Vp-k/s400/p_00083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441235755511165314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes racing stripes as if to say “yes I might be a soccer mom/dad but hey I still got a bit of an edge to my life because I have a car with racing stripes!” okay so racing stripes belong only on cars that might actually see a race track, not just the parking lot… now looking at the picture I'm fairly positive that this is NOT a factory paint scheme, which means that this person went out of their way to make there car look like this. Good job you made your van look like a giant skunk yah that’s cool. Racing stripes don’t make you or your car any cooler and they should be reserved only for muscle cars. If you want a car that actually looks good with racing stripes get a Camaro stop trying to be something you’re not, you fucking still trying to be young and rebellious drivers of mini vans, take your sienna and go put a suction cup Heathcliff in the back window. Fuck You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-8473268514556575519?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8473268514556575519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=8473268514556575519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/8473268514556575519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/8473268514556575519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/trying-to-be-young-and-rebellious.html' title='trying to be young and rebellious drivers of mini vans'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/S4MnFzplsYI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y8XsUf7Vp-k/s72-c/p_00083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-1624388045788241395</id><published>2010-02-19T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:40:01.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xbox 360'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>‘the times’ and the economy</title><content type='html'>So this one I'm sure that every one can relate to especially right now if not in the past or I'm sure in the future. So for those that haven’t talked to me in a bit I can tell you that I am struggling financially and things just keep coming up that need fixing or money thrown at it for some reason. And I don’t really blame any one in particular but I do blame ‘the times’ times are tough right now and its killing everything and every body, right now I am only working part time and I really need full time to meet my needs and get be back on my feet. Unfortunately I was denied a full time position in the place I already work because of numerous different reasons that I don’t really want to get into (none of them faults by me). Recently my car has also been out of commission due to a rusting out rotting rear axle that has left me immobile (an estimated cost of $1000 to repair) so my last paycheck, which was very small even for two weeks of work went to the new part. And then I had to wait two more weeks to get money to get my car actually into the shop for it to get fixed (total of 4+ weeks with out a personal vehicle) so now I hope I have enough money to get it fixed. Finally thinking I'm in the clear of problems my Xbox shits the bed and now I have to send that out for repairs, but this is not a necessity item but it does suck majorly because it’s not only my gaming system but also my DVD player, so no movies either…fuck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really I now that these things come up in life and its somewhat expected to have these type of bills but with all of them happening at once it sucks balls, I have had $21 in my bank account for the last 2 months, all of my checks I have had to cash in order to get parts for my car or gas money or what have you. I can barely pay my school loans or car insurance; actually I'm pretty sure I can NOT pay them this month. And for this I don’t really blame any one but ‘the times’. I know that I'm not the only person in the world who is having issues right now but the economy sucks and that’s how its going to be for a while I'm sure, now I know that my problems could have been fixed if I had just gotten that full time position, but hey life’s a bitch a you have to play the hand your dealt. So to this I say FUCK YOU to ‘the times’ and the economy its time to straighten this shit out, and I don’t usually go political with things but where is that ‘change’ that we all voted for???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to follow this post I invite all of my readers to post there hardships (as I encourage you to do with all my postings) so we can know that we are not alone and hey who knows maybe some one will read this and want to help us out! And as always click the follow link to give support to my blog and now you can get EMAIL Updates on when I post a new FFY, just hit the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'subscribe via email'&lt;/span&gt; text above the follow button.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-1624388045788241395?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1624388045788241395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=1624388045788241395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1624388045788241395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1624388045788241395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/times-and-economy.html' title='‘the times’ and the economy'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-7726612504276790908</id><published>2009-12-26T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:12:27.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reindeer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebellious teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossing'/><title type='text'>...rebellious high Christmas spirited people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/Szp-RkMmDuI/AAAAAAAAACk/3e4sy3hxfd4/s1600-h/3085583306_1358f25340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/Szp-RkMmDuI/AAAAAAAAACk/3e4sy3hxfd4/s320/3085583306_1358f25340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420783941733191394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty here is my Christmas edition of the Friday Fuck You. No I am not overly fond of the holiday season as it is being called now a days, but I do like looking at christmas lights and I think it would be awesome if some carolers came to my door. But what I can’t stand is getting distracted while I drive by Rudolph, yah you heard me Rudolph the fucking red nose white tail! No he’s not a reindeer cause we don’t have reindeer in Mass if we did we would have ‘reindeer’ crossing sings not ‘deer’ crossing sings. But apparently there are some people who feel the need to be reminded of imaginary flying reindeer all year long so what they do is this….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap they deface public property for the sake of pissing me off, well maybe not exactly that reason but it works that way. No as for the people who do this I can only imagine 2 groups of people… ‘Rebellious’ teens and the elderly. Yeap I can just see it now a bunch of kids hiding in the bushes waiting for all the cars to be gone, red stickers in hand and as soon as the lights are out of sight BAM! They hit that unsuspecting white tail with a big red nose! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this just in... if you like reading these please Click the follow link on the right of the page!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then they all scatter back to their homes completely out of breath and high-fiving and giggling all night about the notorious deed. Or it’s the elderly… yah it’s the elderly doing it they want every one to know that Santa is always watching and to make this boring old deer have some Christmas spirit that will last all the way into the fucking summer, and till next Christmas and the next…. Now if people want to put up their own little cutesy ‘Santa please stop here’ or ‘reindeer crossing’ signs on the front lawn I have no problem with that because it will most likely be coming down before January unlike the damn  reindeer crossing signs that I now have to see on every wooded corner. So to all the rebellious high Christmas spirited people who feel the need to put red nose sticker on all the deer crossing signs out there fuck you and your damn reindeer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-7726612504276790908?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7726612504276790908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=7726612504276790908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/7726612504276790908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/7726612504276790908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/alrighty-here-is-my-christmas-edition.html' title='...rebellious high Christmas spirited people'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/Szp-RkMmDuI/AAAAAAAAACk/3e4sy3hxfd4/s72-c/3085583306_1358f25340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-7024493026630459032</id><published>2009-10-16T08:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:11:43.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoke cigarettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>lazy, tar laden, chemical burning, unhealthy workers</title><content type='html'>With my new job at the 99 I work about 6 hours shifts and for the most of this time I don’t get a lot of official breaks unless I go to the bathroom or walk in, and this is okay with me id rather be working than have to sign out and sign back in I'm ok with that, but what I'm not really ok with is smoke breaks. Smokers can duck out and have break for about 5-10 minutes every so often and this is allowed and accepted. Now what I wanna know is why do companies give smokers breaks, this is an addiction to a chemical product! And hear are companies praising it! We are no longer in the days of the Marlboro Man smoking is looked at the same as it used to be its no longer elegant or rough and tough its seen as gross and disgusting. So while the unhealthy smokers get a break to make them self less healthy, the healthy workers such as myself have to continue working!! Now is this because we healthy workers have the stamina to continue working for long hours with out much of a break?? Or is it because all the old big wigs who run the company probably smoke and that’s how it was back in the day and its just a ‘rule’ that has been around for a while so its still in effect even with today’s society frowning on tobacco usage? Personally I think the breaks should go to the healthy individuals, who don’t poison their bodies with cancer causing chemicals, and this is like a said a chemical addiction! Smokers can’t wait until their next haul; usually upon their return from the smoke break they complain that they need another. So I want to know that if I told my job that I was an alcoholic or a cocaine user and that I would like a break during work to get a little bit more into my system and that “its okay I'm not addicted or anything, its just something I like to do” you think they would give me the break??? Doubt it! So my plan is to bring candy cigarettes to work and say that I would like my cigarette break. Hey they never said that they have to be cigarettes filled with tobacco! Mine would just be filled with sugary goodness! And I would get a well deserved break! So to all you lazy, tar laden, chemical burning, unhealthy workers FUCK YOU I WANT MY BREAK!!! So companies stop praising drug usage at the workplace, and give the healthy people the break not smokers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/StsqvN8BH3I/AAAAAAAAACc/qyOeH2Cddzw/s1600-h/smoke-break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/StsqvN8BH3I/AAAAAAAAACc/qyOeH2Cddzw/s320/smoke-break.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393951969389911922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-7024493026630459032?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7024493026630459032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=7024493026630459032' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/7024493026630459032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/7024493026630459032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazy-tar-laden-chemical-burning.html' title='lazy, tar laden, chemical burning, unhealthy workers'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/StsqvN8BH3I/AAAAAAAAACc/qyOeH2Cddzw/s72-c/smoke-break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-5843558028880228952</id><published>2009-10-09T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:12:47.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school bus'/><title type='text'>paranoid angry letter writing people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;For all of you that love the "Friday Fuck You's" please click on the follow link to the right of the page, this will send you an email every time there is a new posting so yo never miss a rant! and please leave comment here and not on my FB page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you are surely aware that school is back in session, and with this comes school buses and the dreaded school traffic! So im sure that this is a familiar scene to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/Ss9zp4ARb-I/AAAAAAAAACU/-I3q_HOYU74/s1600-h/bussssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/Ss9zp4ARb-I/AAAAAAAAACU/-I3q_HOYU74/s320/bussssss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390654442231132130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now years ago school bus traffic was too bad unless you were on a long road with out any other routes available. How ever things have changed and now bus traffic is more horrid than ever! When I went to high school and took the bus I had to walk about a mile to my bus stop in the morning and sometimes in the afternoon unless Mary was feeling nice and she would drop me off closer to my house. But now! Every single kid gets pick up right in front of their house! Even if two kids live two houses down from each other still two different fucking bus stops! How are these kids supposed to interact with each other before school and copy homework and tell each other about the readings they were supposed to do with out the noisy bus atmosphere! That’s what the bus stop is for! But no!!! every one is to worried about there kid getting pick up by some freaking stranger or something now a days to let them walk unattended from the stop around the corner to their fucking house.  and in turn that make all of us commuters drive with one hand on the wheel and one hand on our heads looking down at the clock on the radio wondering how long this is going to take and complaining every time there is another stop 20 feet from the last one! I can’t take it! These kids have got to grow up, no really these parents have got to grow up and let their kid stand at the corner or in front of their neighbors’ house because I don’t want to have to stop every fucking 20 feet for a whole 3 mile stretch of road! So all you paranoid angry letter writing people who must have complained about the safety of their child on a tiny little side street where every one knows every one, and their kids all have big birthday parties together each year,. FUCK YOU and let them stand together at one fucking stop so I can get to work on time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-5843558028880228952?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5843558028880228952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=5843558028880228952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/5843558028880228952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/5843558028880228952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/paranoid-angry-letter-writing-people.html' title='paranoid angry letter writing people'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/Ss9zp4ARb-I/AAAAAAAAACU/-I3q_HOYU74/s72-c/bussssss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-1543702356676630445</id><published>2009-09-25T09:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:21:26.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rewind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep deprovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crickets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>REWIND...evil symphonizing crickets from hell</title><content type='html'>Ive done it before and I'm doing it again! its a fuck you rewind! this posting come from August of 2007. so for some of you it may be new some it might not be, but its happening all over again and i cant stand it! so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks Friday Fuck You goes out to the reason that I have trouble sleeping at night, Crickets. Yes crickets, those little tiny freaking bugs that love to make noise. Now I love the sounds of crickets when I am camping out in the woods away from every thing and anything. but the crickets I am talking about live in my room, now keep in mind that I live in the basement so I don't find it that strange that they are there. So anyways the sound of crickets is usually a soothing sound that reminds people of the great out doors. But alas not me, you see these crickets are in my room as I have stated. And when they are in my room they then become loud as hell! These little evil bastards with their tiny violins from hell do not stop with their continual music. I stomped out 4 of them last night and still they are there in numbers probably more than I can imagine. When they are playing this symphony of violent decibels they are playing it within the furnace, which only makes it louder! So to all you little evil symphonizing crickets from hell FUCK YOU! And your little violins of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video to explain it what i have to listen to non stop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn1FpHjZ5KQ"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQFEY9RIRJA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQFEY9RIRJA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;For all of you that love the "Friday Fuck You's" please click on the follow link to the right of the page, this will send you an email every time there is a new posting so yo never miss a rant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-1543702356676630445?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1543702356676630445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=1543702356676630445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1543702356676630445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1543702356676630445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/rewindevil-symphonizing-crickets-from.html' title='REWIND...evil symphonizing crickets from hell'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-4232800993364107550</id><published>2009-08-14T21:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:13:14.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all wheel drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lexus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subaru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuck'/><title type='text'>...all wheel drive lousy excuse for an off road vehicle</title><content type='html'>Okay so my job is really digging under my skin, I have gone from an environmentalist to a parking attendant, and yah this happens every year but usually not this fast so don’t have to deal with it as long. So now the beach is entirely open and now very one and there fucking brother is coming out to make my life miserable. And the worst of them is the god damn fucking all wheel drive piece of shit cars, instead of the  four wheel drive that they should have they have all wheel drive, and the say it with such pride, fuck you. Your little Subaru might be good In the snow with one front wheel and one rear wheel driving you forward but you know what it isn’t gunna do shit for a foot and a half of soft sand. Just face it your little fucking family wagon Subaru, Lexus, and Honda piece of crap cars are not meant to run with the big dogs. You want to come out and drive o the beach get a fucking pick up truck, something with some clearance! I ma tired of pushing your sorry ass out of the sand, first of all its not fun for me when I go to push you out and your spray sand and rocks in my face when you slam on the gas after I just told you to go easy, speed is not going to help you get out. And its always the women, its true guys just have a knowledge about trucks and how to operate a four wheel drive, not to say guys never get stuck but its mostly women. So don’t bring your station wagon on my beach, and don’t honk at me from your car trying to get my attention; I see you, you fucking idiot I'm not looking at you for a reason. Here’s how a four wheel drive works… Step one PUT IT IN NUETRAL BEFORE SHIFTING!!! This way the gears are free to change with out grinding or slipping. Second step GO SLOW I know this is hard for every ones fast track lives, but it will fucking help majorly. Spinning your tires will not help one bit and makes me feel less obligated to help because I can instantly see you have no idea what your doing. It is no where in my job description to help stuck vehicles. So if any more of these fucking low to the ground, all wheel drive lousy excuse for an off road vehicle get stuck FUCK YOU I'm not helping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-4232800993364107550?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4232800993364107550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=4232800993364107550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/4232800993364107550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/4232800993364107550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-wheel-drive-lousy-excuse-for-off.html' title='...all wheel drive lousy excuse for an off road vehicle'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-7807406220379423697</id><published>2009-08-07T07:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:13:46.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CVS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rise against'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kings of leon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itunes'/><title type='text'>...iTunes and any other lame excuse for a product made by Apple</title><content type='html'>Alrighty so the other day i got a late graduation gift from a family member so i decide to stop by CVS and pick up an iTunes card since Angie had to get minutes for her phone anyways. So i was all excited and went home and started down loading songs. i got a few random ones and the new Kings of Leon Cd and also the new Rise Against CD, Sweet is what you may be thinking right? WRONG! so i downloaded about 30 songs in total, and well they took for ever to download i had to literally restart my computer after every song down loaded or the next one would not start! and at the end of it all i was missing a total of 18 songs! that's more than half of the fucking songs i paid for that i did not receive! so i send an email thing to iTunes asking where my songs were and that i was not happy with the service. so they allowed me to down load the songs again. OK try number two! now most of these songs eventually down loaded, but again i had to restart my fucking computer every time! because  god damn iTune would lock up and not complete the downloads! and when i finally get to the end of all those songs i go through the lit one more time to check to see if I'm missing songs still and low and behold yeah I'm still missing two fucking songs!! what the fuck i just cant win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I'm still missing Kotov syndrome - Rise Against and Manhattan - Kings of Leon. so if any one happens to have these songs and would send em the MP3 file so that i can have two complete Cd's that would be awesome, because i don't think that I will ever buy another fucking stupid itunes gift card, fuck that its way to much trouble, Bring back Napster! i though that buying from iTunes was like the best thing you could do because the money goes to the artist or something but you know what i knew it was too good to be true because its a fucking Apple program and Apples fucking suck nuts! So iTunes and any other lame excuse for a product made by Apple FUCK YOU and FUCK YOU Steve Jobs your shit sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-7807406220379423697?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7807406220379423697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=7807406220379423697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/7807406220379423697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/7807406220379423697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/itunes-and-any-other-lame-excuse-for.html' title='...iTunes and any other lame excuse for a product made by Apple'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-7646672494284804858</id><published>2009-07-31T10:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:14:40.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marylou&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frozen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wet pussy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satan'/><title type='text'>...temperature intolerant cashier</title><content type='html'>OK so first off let m say that I love muffins they are one of my favorite breakfast type foods. so some times on my way to work if I did not eat breakfast at home I will stop at Marylou's and grab a muffin. Now last week I did this and I asked for a blueberry muffin, pretty standard muffin, fairly popular but they didn't have any out they had to get one from out of a new box, ok so I thought this to be strange just a bit cause its a pretty popular muffin, but what ever i got my muffin and went on my merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this week i went in and ask for my delicious blueberry muffin and again there was not any out! ok so now this seems strange, what kind of muffins do people in Plymouth ask for if not standard blueberry muffins? and then the lady says to me that "its kinda cold do you want me to heat it up for you?" i respond "no that's okay i like them cold" Which i true i like muffins at all temps, nice fresh hot from the oven muffins, room temperature muffins and yes even slightly cold muffins. so i take my muffin and drive to work. upon arrival i open my bag to enjoy my muffin while waiting for the rest of the morning crew to arrive. now as i bite into my muffin i realise something. that not only is it cold... but its fucking frozen! WHAT THE FUCK! a frozen muffin! now ok the lady did say it was cold and i did refuse her offer to heat it up but come on lady there is a fucking difference between "kinda cold" and fucking frozen! i mean there were ice crystal when i bite into it! i could've smashed it on my dash board and it wouldn't have even dented! how can you say that its "kinda cold"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i sat there waiting for my muffin to defrost i went hungry, thinking about how the lady at Marylou's could've though that any one would enjoy a FROZEN muffin! So to the temperature intolerant cashier at Marylou's in Plymouth FUCK YOU I DON'T WANT A GODDAMN FROZEN MUFFIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-7646672494284804858?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7646672494284804858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=7646672494284804858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/7646672494284804858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/7646672494284804858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/temperature-intolerant-cashier.html' title='...temperature intolerant cashier'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-4980213633491761285</id><published>2009-07-23T15:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:13:31.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Louis Gates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cambridge police'/><title type='text'>...Gates, Obama and other race card playing jack asses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/SmjinmlGTVI/AAAAAAAAACM/lvcnS4PIPWE/s1600-h/capt.0fb799e524bc46ddab7ba290713aec51.aptopix_harvard_scholar_disorderly_ny133%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361784526383500626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/SmjinmlGTVI/AAAAAAAAACM/lvcnS4PIPWE/s320/capt.0fb799e524bc46ddab7ba290713aec51.aptopix_harvard_scholar_disorderly_ny133%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok welcome every one who is new to this and a big welcome back to old friends. So to start things off i would like to say that this episode has been brewing in me for a few days now, when first heard about this Henry Louis Gates arrest i though wow did that guy over react, butt then last night i heard Obama state that he think it was racial profiling and that the Cambridge police "acted stupidly" and this was after Obama said that he DID NOT know all the facts!! ok so hold the fucking horses. first of all let em sum up the story for those who may not know what I'm talking about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Cambridge police get a call that there is a man trying to break into a house, when they get to the location there is this Henry Louis gates fellow kicking in the door of a house. they ask him for his ID, now that all they did, they didn't go in guns a blazin' screaming and yelling or anything they just asked for his ID and what he was doing. and he turns around and starts yelling at the officers about how "they only want his ID cause hes a black man" no you jack ass! they want your ID cause from what they can see your trying to break into this fucking house! so this type of racial profiling conversation goes on for a few minutes and finally the guys gives the cops his ID, turns out he fucking lives at the house and he forgot his keys. so the cops are now all frustrated and arrest the guys on disorderly conduct, and he was release later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of this could've been avoided if this douche bag just fucking cooperated with the cops from the beginning. but no instead of saying "oh thank you for coming officers i locked my dumb ass out of my own house" he says fuck the police like some sorta fucking rap star! and gets his dumb ass locked up. now one thing that really bothers me about this is that this guy is like a college professor at fucking Harvard! you think he would be smart about the situation. But no he would rather show all of his students that its alright to not cooperate with the law and to place the race card when ever you possibly can cause 'whities always keeping the black man down", fuck you what kind of role model are you! and now this douche bag wants an apology from the cop that arrested him. i say no way this cop taught classes about the dangers of racial profiling, i don't think he was looking to make this dude bite the fucking curb or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last night Obama comes on the TV and says that the Cambridge police acted stupidly, after he clearly stated that he didn't know all the facts. well fuck you Obama, you have no place in this situation, this was a local happening that was blown out of proportions cause some dude was having a bad day. what does that say about our president, when he is willing to throw down the race card in defence of this crazy guy, with out knowing all the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me the ones who need to be apologizing are Gates and Obama! the Cambridge police were doing their jobs and this guy flipped his lid for no reason. So to Henry Louis Gates and to President Obama and to any other race card playing jack asses FUCK YOU move on with your life and suck it up the whole world is not out to get the black man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-4980213633491761285?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4980213633491761285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=4980213633491761285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/4980213633491761285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/4980213633491761285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/gates-obama-and-other-race-card-playing.html' title='...Gates, Obama and other race card playing jack asses'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/SmjinmlGTVI/AAAAAAAAACM/lvcnS4PIPWE/s72-c/capt.0fb799e524bc46ddab7ba290713aec51.aptopix_harvard_scholar_disorderly_ny133%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-3697609057990201249</id><published>2009-07-17T20:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:15:44.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plymouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protect'/><title type='text'>...ignorant self loving uneducated bird hating mother fuckers</title><content type='html'>So since i just posted this on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; i figured id give you all something new to read. well as most of you know i work on Plymouth Long Beach protecting and monitoring nesting Piping Plovers, Least Terns and Common Terns, as well as any other species that decides to make the beach its home. well i love my job and the difference that i make for these species. so it really freaking irritates me when people just don't fucking give a damn! i get people all the time that say things like "You know they eat them in Mexico!" and "We need a fox out here to get rid of these damn birds" well i get this all the time and it gets old. so first of all the answer to that age old story of piping plovers being eaten in Mexico is completely FALSE! i have been to central America and seen plovers (Mexican banded plovers, not piping plovers) and i asked my guide if the locals ate these birds, to which he laughed and replied "no man, there is no meat on them, rather eat iguana" so there you have it a first hand report cancelling this ugly rumor. These people just need to get off their fat bloated carcases and park their car and walk on the beach instead of just parking there cars on the sand and plopping the cooler and chair right there at the tail pipe. these bird have their babies out there trying to dodge beach goers and other predators they don't need cars driving past them all the time too, and besides its a federal law that protects them so pretty much there is not a damn thing you can do about it!! all these people need is a little bit of education and a space in their heart for some one other than their own selves. so to all of you ignorant self loving uneducated bird hating mother fuckers FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-3697609057990201249?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3697609057990201249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=3697609057990201249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/3697609057990201249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/3697609057990201249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/ignorant-self-loving-uneducated-bird.html' title='...ignorant self loving uneducated bird hating mother fuckers'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-1568436183605497993</id><published>2008-12-15T21:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:16:58.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guns and ammo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deer hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bow hunting'/><title type='text'>...Hunting</title><content type='html'>Why does everything in life have to be so complicated? I am now home on vacation for about a month before i set off for the tropics of Belize and all i want to do is kick back and relax, go hunting, and maybe get some under the table work so i can get some spending cash. but no nothing is ever that simple. OK so i don't have any of my own hunting gear, all i own is my license and an orange hat, so i have to borrow all of my dads gear... gun, ammo, jacket, pretty much every thing is borrowed. and i am still new to this whole deer hunting thing, and when i go out with dad we don't go out very far, we walk to a field and just sit there on the edge, now i know hes getting older and its harder to get around hes not as young as he used to be, But then he comes home and complains that he never gets any deer... well if you put some more effort into it something might happen. so today i went out and i went out fairly far into a wooded section and sat down for about an hour and half, and then i got antsy and started to walk around, now i don't really like this area where we hunt i feel that its like the old folks home for hunters, a couple of nice fields and sit and hope all with in a 10 minute walk. not really what I'm looking for, i want some real back county shit where you can't hear or see the high way where ever you are. and where every square inch of that place hasn't been trampled over by a ton of hunters, i want some place that not many people go and where i can actually see some signs of deer in the woods! so idk i am going to try and get some of my own gear, find some hunters of my own age that are willing to put a but more into this, that's why i wanted to try hunting in VT but i just don't have the time or well gear! so if any one reads this that has a gun license and wants to go out some time before the season ends let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-1568436183605497993?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1568436183605497993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=1568436183605497993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1568436183605497993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1568436183605497993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/hunting.html' title='...Hunting'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-6284609418637077372</id><published>2008-06-28T20:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:21:06.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sluts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smirnoff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alchol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liqour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol poisoning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>...Alcohol</title><content type='html'>This weeks episode is on a very personal level, its about me... well my life style. for those of you that don't know, and that may be many, I am no longer going to be drinking alcoholic beverages. roughly out of the past 4 times i have drank ( liquor, beer, what ever...) recently i have gotten sick 3 of those times. One was from drinking to much, and I spent all night in the bathroom puking for hours. the other was from drinking to fast and puking it all back up soon after, but the last time was the scariest, i had one Smirnoff and then later i again got sick from only one and it was just a casual drink last Sunday night. so after that I am saying no more. so at this point i have been dry for 5 days and counting. now this may not seem like much but its a start and I'm doing fine, i have 3 magic hats in my fridge that rattle at me every time I open the door and a bottle of cyclone on my shelf that stars at me constantly, and I have had people offer me beers and they are some what shocked to my answer of no. so its not like i am just not buying beer or staying away from it, its always around me, I'm in college its pretty hard to stay away from it. but i think this will be a new and interesting challenge in my life and we will see where it goes. so for now I am saying FUCK YOU ALCOHOL I don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE....&lt;br /&gt;I went 2 and a half weeks with out drinking, i know that is no record by any means but i did refuse alot of drinks. but it was just a killer on my social life and i have not gotten sick from it sense so i think what ever it was is now gone. and for those who may think i am some kinda quiter fuck you i did this for me and me only, drinking wasnt ruining my life or anything i just felt that i should stop for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-6284609418637077372?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6284609418637077372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=6284609418637077372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/6284609418637077372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/6284609418637077372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-fuck-you-alcohol.html' title='...Alcohol'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-3005170410810799671</id><published>2008-06-27T06:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:51:07.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Junk Ass Car Hoarders</title><content type='html'>Alright if anyone has talked to me recently I’m sure they have heard me rant about this one. As you all know it is summer and with the summer comes the demolition derbies. But unfortunately for some reason no one is selling old cars anymore, not even the fucking junk yards! I call up the junk yards and ask them if they have any cars for the derbies I get an immediate NO, only one junk yard was willing to look but unfortunately the cheapest he would sell me a car was $650! My price range right now is about $250-$300 dollars, possibly which is a huge possibly I could go to $400. And when I call these places and they tall me they have no cars for the derbies I get pissed because I know that they do I mean they are a freaking junk yard! Isn’t that what they do? Keep old junk cars for future use?!? And it’s not like in picky I just want something that runs and drives, I’m not asking for a certain type or size of car. And you never see the type of cars that you can use in the derbies for sale in front of peoples houses either anymore, I stopped and asked one guy about a car that was in his drive way that was filled with crap and hadn't been driven in 2 years (it had a ‘06 sticker) and I didn’t even get “car is for sale” out of my mouth before he said “NO” all I said was “I was wondering if the…” needless to say he was an asshole about it. And said that if he took out the exhaust and radiator and battery and took the car to the junk yard he could get way more than what I was offering him, but in reality that fat fuck wouldn’t even be able to lie down on the ground to do any of that shit. There is till 2 more cars that I see all the time that just sit there and I'm gunna ask about them this week, but I'm sure ill get a no, which means that I will not be doing the derby this summer which is a huge fucking bummer. So to all the goddamn fucking junk ass car hoarders FUCK YOU! SELL ME YOUR GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT CAR SO I CAN HAVE SOME FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-3005170410810799671?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3005170410810799671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=3005170410810799671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/3005170410810799671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/3005170410810799671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/junk-ass-car-hoarders.html' title='...Junk Ass Car Hoarders'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-7422190637947207639</id><published>2008-06-26T21:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:20:26.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punch'/><title type='text'>...Overly Drunken Sports Fans</title><content type='html'>this weeks entry all starts last night(Thursday) a few friends and I went into Boston to go see the Bruins play against the Toronto maple leafs... blah blah blah Bruins did horrible Toronto won 10-2. so as we are leaving there is a huge mass of bruins fan all standing outside smoking, when a huge crowd of Canadian supporters all wearing blue come from the other direction... i think some of you may know where this is heading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston fans + beer + loss + opposing fans = FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah when the two crowds met there were a few fists being tossed. me and my friend quickly pull his dunk brother out of the crowd so he would not get arrested, but that didn't stop every one else from fighting. well some poor kid got kicked in the face by some one else and is now on the ground, now as his mother(?) is yelling at some dude for kicking him in the face some other guy comes over leans over (kinda in a concerning way, like to see if he is okay) see that his mother is busy yelling at some one else and promptly winds up and *SMACK* hits him square in the face. every one around hears a loud popping noise (which from my non-medical understanding is the sound of a nose being broken) that pop is quickly followed by a pool of blood. Now I see this and jump over to the puncher and push him back yelling "what the fuck is wrong with you?!" then realizing that i wearing a bruins jersey just stood up for a blue and i am also standing in the middle of every thing quickly back off and then we all decide to leave before the cops show up. i really wanted to stay and help but i had nothing to help him with, but as we were leaving the cops were arriving and I'm sure medical personal soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that you know my little story, lets get down to business... this Friday fuck you goes out to drunk fans who cant take a loss and see that the only way to make up for that is kicking this shit out of the winning teams supporters. but it especially goes out to that one fan who decided that getting kicked in the face wasn't good enough, he had to have his nose broken as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Overly Drunken Sports Fans.... FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-7422190637947207639?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7422190637947207639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=7422190637947207639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/7422190637947207639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/7422190637947207639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/overly-drunken-sports-fans.html' title='...Overly Drunken Sports Fans'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-2585907216390289392</id><published>2008-03-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:12:37.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...fresh roll plopping bastards</title><content type='html'>This week's episode has been a few weeks in the making. Being the nit-picky person that I am I like things in order, and for them to be neat and tidy, and when a simple task "gets done" by someone hoping to cut corners on their ever so busy life it really annoys the fuck out of me. But nothing does it more than this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/silentraven37/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TP.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/silentraven37/TP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just put it on the roller thing! My god you are sitting there on your ass (literally) why can't you take the old roll off and put the new one on! Now this happens all over Sterling, not just in the mad house bathrooms. Most of the time the new roll is on the back of the seat or at least in arms reach so its not like you need to move about to get this fresh roll. And if you notice at first that the roll is empty (from some one else's lack of heart) you normally get a fresh roll before sitting down. And then what you twirl it around your hand, rip, wipe and plop the fresh roll on top like pictured. Just take the extra two seconds to pop the old one off and put the new one in, and for the love of god put it so the roll comes out the front and not from behind! So to all fresh roll plopping bastards FUCK YOU! JUST PUT THE NEW ROLL ON THE HOLDER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-2585907216390289392?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2585907216390289392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=2585907216390289392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2585907216390289392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2585907216390289392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-fuck-you-fresh-roll-plopping.html' title='...fresh roll plopping bastards'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-2011642901896856059</id><published>2008-02-29T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:24:57.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pay up bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low prices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dollars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>...Amazon, the money hogging beast</title><content type='html'>For this weeks episode we look at a very common and popular website, Amazon.com. Now you may be thinking "Josh what do you have against Amazon, I love Amazon, I get all my school books on there for wicked cheap." Well that's exactly it Amazon is great for getting things from, except money. Recently I singed up to sell my old school books on Amazon because I was broke and needed some money. So I put my books up and bam I get a sale right away and then another not too far after that one, nice I just made $70! WRONG! Well yes I did just make $70 bucks but I have still yet to see this money. To open the sellers account you give them your banking info and they test it by taking a dollar but then giving it back. So that they know that it is a real and active account. So when it comes time for them to pay up it just goes right through to you account. Well when that day came for me to get paid there was nothing! What the fuck! Where's my money!? So then I get an email from Amazon saying in order to give me my money they need my account info AGAIN! So I give it and then wait and wait. Getting frustrated even more, I re-read the email and notice that it says that I should be receiving my money in an additional 14 DAYS!!! WHAT THE FUCK I HAVE ALREADY WAITED 14 FUCKING DAYS FOR THIS MONEY! So now it has been this additional 14 days and I get another email saying my money is ready, and it should be in my account within 1 to 5 banking days! So if you are looking to make a quick buck by selling your books on Amazon, think again. So Amazon, and the money hogging beast that you are FUCK YOU!!!! I still have not gotten my money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-2011642901896856059?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2011642901896856059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=2011642901896856059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2011642901896856059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2011642901896856059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-fuck-you-amazon-money-hogging.html' title='...Amazon, the money hogging beast'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-1875149303495093856</id><published>2008-02-15T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:24:00.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horny babes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trembling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sluts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leg shaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth quake'/><title type='text'>....leg shaking sons of bithces</title><content type='html'>Ok so this is defiantly something that can piss me off at times. You know when you are sitting in class and then all of a sudden an earthquake hits! So you run and duck for cover under the desk. While under there you notice that it's not an earthquake it's some one involuntarily shaking their leg! Now this drives me nuts, I can't stand this, if for some reason your leg is shaking hard and or fast enough that it moves the whole table, and then you need to get some pills for RLS or something, switch positions do something to stop the god damn shaking! If your shaking makes my mug bounce across the table then you have a serious problem, you're like a fucking dog that is getting scratched in that very special spot of his and his leg just goes nuts against his will! Sometimes this isn't involuntary; sometimes people do it because they are bored or focusing really hard on a test and all that energy that they have built up go strait to their leg! So to all you leg shaking sons of bitches that do it on purpose or not, FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Video of what i am talking about, yes you can find anything on youtube. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f483gtXyvYk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f483gtXyvYk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-1875149303495093856?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1875149303495093856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=1875149303495093856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1875149303495093856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1875149303495093856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-fuck-you-leg-shaking-sons-of.html' title='....leg shaking sons of bithces'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-3316515693383773011</id><published>2008-02-01T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:22:56.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...mysterious self adding “friend”</title><content type='html'>Friday Fuck You... mysterious self adding “friend”&lt;br /&gt;Ok so what the fuck is this all about? Am reading my bulletins when I see one from "brother" interesting I don't recognize the name and the picture is kinda small. So I click on the picture to go to the profile, and its some 22 year old guy from Salt Lake City?!? What the fuck?! Who the hell is this? Looking at the pictures I still have no idea who this is. Next stop is the friends list, look for some one in common and maybe I know them through that person and forgot about adding them… browsing friends list… nope don't see any one I know and he doesn't have 1000 friends or anything so he's not a friend whore as far as I can tell. The only thing I can think of is that maybe he is from www.WheresGeroge.com because I know a few people from the forums on there but I don't usually friend them cause even if I talk to them a lot on the forums they are still some what strangers. Another possibility is that some one else was browsing profiles and didn't realize they were on my profile or something and added him but that doesn't make any sense really. So I have no fucking Idea how this fucker got on my friends list, who he is, or how long he has been on my list. As far as I can tell I have no connection to this persona t all so I don't know why I would add him or even why he would add me! So FUCK YOU mysterious self adding "friend" you're a creep and I don't want you to be on my friends list, cause really it freaks me out of how you got there with out me knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.What would every one think about possibly moving this to a blog site like Blogger? i would make sure that its not to hard to find or that you have to sign up for all sorts of crazy shit, just the site. Let me know it may not even happen but i was just wondering. Its just because some people who i know read this are now no longer on Myspace and cant read it any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-3316515693383773011?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3316515693383773011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=3316515693383773011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/3316515693383773011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/3316515693383773011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-fuck-you-mysterious-self-adding.html' title='...mysterious self adding “friend”'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-6752510544387934133</id><published>2007-12-28T20:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:22:25.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy fuckers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worthless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hackers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>...lazy ass fucking MySpace ‘hackers’</title><content type='html'>This weeks Friday fuck you deal directly with MySpace. And I'm sure every one will agree with me on this on. So recently I have notice a lot more of peoples pages getting hacked into, or fished into; where they obtain your password and then overlap there own HTML onto your profile. Now this really fucking pisses me off. So there is some one out there fishing for peoples passwords and when they get it (they is really just a computer program used to find passwords, that's why they never change it on you) they post comments and pictures or bulletins masking themselves as you, a real person. And what gets me more about this than anything is the reason they are doing this… to spread the word about their business! It's not for your identity, your bank information, or even to pretend to be you because you're prettier than they are! No it's just to spread the word of their website! Now that really makes me want to go and support your website because you sent a computer program after me and obtained my profile password, just so you don't have to spend money on real advertisements!! Here's a hint for you... No one wants a $500 gift card to Macy's especially when it says that "Bob" just took a picture of the card for proof and now all of a sudden "Bob" has a nice French manicure!! WTF Bob why didn't you tell me you were a cross dresser, and that you loved Macy's so much! We know it's not own friends. My friends don't want me to re-mortgage my house; they know I don't own a house! So to all you lazy ass fucking MySpace 'hackers' get a real job and quit fucking around with our shit! To that we all give you a big FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-6752510544387934133?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6752510544387934133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=6752510544387934133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/6752510544387934133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/6752510544387934133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-fuck-you-lazy-ass-fucking.html' title='...lazy ass fucking MySpace ‘hackers’'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-9145405082743687681</id><published>2007-12-14T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:14:41.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...life draining, dignity and soul stealing class</title><content type='html'>Well seeing how it is Friday and I am at my computer I will begin to write and maybe just maybe something will come into my head that will piss me off. Let me start off with some details about what is going on with me right now. First of all it's snowing up here... has been for the last two days, I like that so that's not what this will be about. School sucks but that's no surprise, and this next Wednesday is thanks giving break but unfortunately I have class (BRV) on Tuesday afternoon so I have to stick around till then... this could be about that class... yah I think I will do that. Well for those that don't know what the class is ill tell you a bit about it; so basically this class is an oral history class, we have to go to people in the area and interview them, its not that hard really the interview could be about anything and with any one. But its sucks, no one wants to be in this class for fun. The only reason any one is taking it is for the high level humanities credit with writing, no one wants to be doing this. And we had to buy this huge book that is filled with I guess stuff on oral history I don't know I don't read it. And the ones that I have read are awful stories that don't grab my attention at all, so I don't bother reading them. No one in the class reads them you can tell, a few people do and out of a class of 8 that's not really high numbers. So on Friday mornings we have this class and I am always late because I cook breakfast on Friday mornings so I usually get there 5-10 minutes late and every one knows why, but i still get dirty looks from one of the teachers every time, and the other is just a nut case most of the time laughing uncontrollably at not so funny things while every one else remains emotionless wondering why they are laughing. And today we got a talk about why we should do the readings because it's a class and blah blah blah but they are so dull and I don't blame people for not reading them, sure they are relevant but I think there could be better books to read other than these. Any ways the class just drives me nuts cause I'm only stomaching this for the credits not for the experiences or to be closer to my community, like I said last class "I like the bubble" referring to Sterling College. I don't feel that I need to reach out and be an active part of this community when I'm only gunna be here for this short time. So boohoo no one likes your fucking class deal with it or make it better, so this Friday fuck you goes out to BRV, the class not the people or the teachers but the class as whole. It sucks half the class hates their partners or at least you can tell they don't really want to work together and no one really wanted to do the interviews, so to you life draining, dignity and soul stealing class FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-9145405082743687681?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9145405082743687681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=9145405082743687681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/9145405082743687681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/9145405082743687681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-fuck-you-life-draining-dignity.html' title='...life draining, dignity and soul stealing class'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-2484424916119857173</id><published>2007-10-26T20:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:25:59.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cyber sapce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>...electronic little bugs from cyber space</title><content type='html'>Attention all! This is a very important Friday Fuck You because it has taken a while for me to find a worth while thing to post about, because normally my time at sterling is enjoyable; but boy is this one a doozie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this all started this past Thursday when I woke up and went on my computer to check me emails like I do every morning, and saw that I had an update for the new AIM that was out so I click on it and head to breakfast. Upon returning from breakfast I just head right out for class. After I had my class I come back to my computer to find it flooded with pop ups and notifications about viruses and warning of all types. Freaked out I start X'in them all out so I can see what the hell is the matter. Well some how between breakfast and class a virus... excuse me multiple viruses got into my computer and clogged up the whole thing. So now I go around searching for what it is so I can get rid of it, no luck it just keep getting more frustrating and I am beginning to lose it. After about 20 or 30 minutes of holding it in I slam my fist on the desk while screaming obscenities at the computer at the top of my lungs. So I grab my car keys and head out driving to who knows where, well I end up driving for about an hour going all over Vermont, wanting to speed more than I was but the fucking dirt roads I was on was slowing me down. By the end of the drive I was much more calm and just turned off my computer where it has remained in that state till now when I just turned it back on. But what is still happening is I have a new toolbar on my internet which I can't get rid of, still have the random pop ups telling me to down load this soft ware to fix the problem… well I'm not that dumb I'm not going to fucking click on a website that pops up after I get a virus that's is how you make things work. Every thing is incredibly slow and I still am getting pop up and notifications saying I have a problem. So now I got to go and get my computer cleaned out this weekend when I go home. So to all the fucking electronic little bugs from cyber space living inside my fucking computer slowing it down and causing me to go insane FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-2484424916119857173?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2484424916119857173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=2484424916119857173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2484424916119857173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2484424916119857173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/firday-fuck-youelectronic-little-bugs.html' title='...electronic little bugs from cyber space'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-569364503368065814</id><published>2007-09-28T20:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:26:49.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>...Asian plague of disastrous proportions</title><content type='html'>First off I apologize for missing a few weeks but when I am up here at school not much pisses me off; well at least not enough for me to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;But for the past week or so I have been strangely ill with what we Sterling folk have dubbed the "plague" for its incredibly contagious habits and numerous symptoms. The plague started in Japan and made its way back here the good ole USA from our returning school mates. So now every one here is exhibiting different symptoms, I have been fortunate enough to obtain this plague, which first started off as a runny / blocked nose and then moved on to leaving me freezing cold in the middle of the day when it was not out plus a fever. Along with that comes violent stomach pains which makes you feel as though you either need to vomit or shit your brains out as well as loss of appetite. So this has been my welcome back here for the past week. So to this Asian plague of disastrous proportions I give a HUGE FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-569364503368065814?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/569364503368065814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=569364503368065814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/569364503368065814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/569364503368065814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-fuck-you-asian-plague-of.html' title='...Asian plague of disastrous proportions'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-807665904998227190</id><published>2007-09-07T20:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:28:09.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='license plate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sticker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petsmart'/><title type='text'>...highly decorated, incredibly vibrant license plate</title><content type='html'>Well today while Angela and I were in Petsmart we had made our purchases and left the store. During our exit I notice this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v65/Nightshade1108/?action=view&amp;amp;current=plate.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v65/Nightshade1108/plate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is this! I can't stand this you get a new sticker you put it over the old one or peel the old one off and then put it in the corner that clearly says "year". Now why would you want to have all of these freaking stickers all over your plate! So you can show off to the people driving behind you how many years you have had this plate?! This guy has stickers on there from 1995; that is over 10 years ago!! And as you can tell by the picture I think this guy final realized that maybe he should put stickers over other sticks instead of going around the entire plate. So I bet that there was once sticker from '91 and '93 under the '07 and '09 ones. This plate was so freaking colorful that I thought I was having an acid trip or something, I would not be surprised if small children walked by this car and just fell down and started convulsing! And since we are on this why not go deeper… 5 numbers?! What are you're from fucking Florida? Are you to special for a sequence of 6 number and letters like every one else in Mass? Just for having this on your car makes me want to rear end your car! Over all this highly decorated, incredibly vibrant license plate defiantly deserves a big FUCK YOU! from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-807665904998227190?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/807665904998227190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=807665904998227190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/807665904998227190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/807665904998227190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-fuck-you-highly-decorated.html' title='...highly decorated, incredibly vibrant license plate'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-2767056657813761412</id><published>2007-08-31T21:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:29:01.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessimist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubix cube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ptown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cape cod'/><title type='text'>annoying child spawn of a pessimist</title><content type='html'>Ok so yesterday (Thursday) Matt, Steph, Kory, Angie and myself all went over to P-town for the day. so while in P-town we hit up all the good shops full of crazy things, fun toys, clothing and such. So we come upon a fun store full of puzzle like toys and games. So many fun things to play with, so I'm looking around for a rubix cube because I've always wanted one to prove that I'm smart and stuff. Unfortunately they were out of them but I did find a rubix sphere! Which is very similar but ball shaped. So I'm having fun playing with it in the store and decide to buy it. Bring it to the register and apparently Kory Said that the cashier guy was scoping me out, but I didn't notice. So once I'm out side the store I open it up and it is completed so that you know what it is supposed to look like when its finished, I shift it around a few times and pass it to every one else to shift it. I get it back and start trying to solve it. We move on down to the pier and we are sitting there and matt is playing with his Diabolo thingy that he bought and I am messing around with this ball from hell, after matt hits me in the head with the Diablo thing this kid on a bike comes up and asked matt if he knows what he is doing... Here's the conversation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid – Do you know how to do that?&lt;br /&gt;Matt – Nope&lt;br /&gt;Kid – Then why did you buy it?&lt;br /&gt;Matt – to try something fun&lt;br /&gt;Kid – It doesn't look fun&lt;br /&gt;*Kid leaves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kid returns* now focused on me&lt;br /&gt;*Me trying to solve the ball*&lt;br /&gt;Kid – You're never going to get that&lt;br /&gt;Josh – Oh Ill get it&lt;br /&gt;Kid – No you won't&lt;br /&gt;Josh – Don't worry I'm good at these things ill get it&lt;br /&gt;*Kid leaves*&lt;br /&gt;*Josh pretends to throw ball at kid*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How freaking annoying is that! That kid completely jinxed me on that ball! Now every time I pick it up I think of him, this little freaking helmet wearing; bike riding; annoying child spawn of a pessimist! So kid if you are reading this FUCK YOU!!!! Next time is see you I'm gunna push you off your little bike and off the pier at the same time, while holding a ladder just above your reach saying "you're never going to get it" while you are splashing around in the water. FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-2767056657813761412?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2767056657813761412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=2767056657813761412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2767056657813761412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2767056657813761412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/annoying-child-spawn-of-pessimist.html' title='annoying child spawn of a pessimist'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-229802347450989900</id><published>2007-08-17T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:18:31.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>evil symphonizing crickets from hell</title><content type='html'>It has been a long while since I last posted but when my job is as repetitive as most things can be, things don't seem to bother you as much as it would if it didn't happen all the time. But that's a different story...&lt;br /&gt;This weeks Friday Fuck You goes out to the reason that I have trouble sleeping at night, Crickets. Yes crickets, those little tiny freaking bugs that love to make noise. Now I love the sounds of crickets when I am camping out in the woods away from every thing and anything. but the crickets I am talking about live in my room, now keep in mind that I live in the basement so I don't find it that strange that they are there. So anyways the sound of crickets is usually a soothing sound that reminds people of the great out doors. But alas not me, you see these crickets are in my room as I have stated. And when they are in my room they then become loud as hell! These little evil bastards with their tiny violins from hell do not stop with their continual music. I stomped out 4 of them last night and still they are there in numbers probably more than I can imagine. When they are playing this symphony of violent decibels they are playing it within the furnace, which only makes it louder! So to all you little evil symphonizing crickets from hell FUCK YOU! And your little violins of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video to explain it what i mean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn1FpHjZ5KQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn1FpHjZ5KQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-229802347450989900?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/229802347450989900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=229802347450989900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/229802347450989900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/229802347450989900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/evil-symphonizing-crickets-from-hell.html' title='evil symphonizing crickets from hell'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-9065180315153157431</id><published>2007-06-15T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:19:24.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Shopping</title><content type='html'>Ok so for this weeks FFY we have to rewind just a bit to last week… well wait hold on it starts a little bit before that but either way here we go… so while driving back and forth to work I notice that Dimitri is over heating a lot, but I cant tell if it is actually happening or if it is the gauge or something so I kind of ignore it. (duh that's what you do to problems) so anyways I final bring it into the shop after dad tells me that when I notice this happening to get out and feel the radiator and see if it is hot or cold... Pretty simple I can do that. So after driving my 45 minute commute to Plymouth I get out while the car is running and feel the radiator… its ice cold… strange the gauge said it should be on fire right now. So the next day I took it into the garage to check out to see if I need a new radiator or what. Well what does it figure that my problem is the "or what"… which translates into a blown (or about to blow head gasket) which is pretty damn expensive and for the year of the car it's not worth it, so the garage tells me to junk it. Any who knows me knows that I will never just junk a perfectly running car especially not in the summer! It's freaking demo season! So I just got my self a good running derby car, SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only problem is I need to find a new car…. I hate car shopping. It sucks you can never find what you really want and you always settle fro something that you can just "deal" with. And of course it happens in the beginning of summer when I have no money. So now for the past three weeks I have been driving mom's car to work and not spending any money except to put gas in the car to get me to work. Well I found a car that I really want. It's a '95 Pontiac Grand Am, two doors, duel exhaust, black with a sun roof and only 121,000 miles. Hey that is pretty sweet! The only problem is that the junk yard that is selling it is trying to get a new title for it so it's going to be a while before they can actually sell it. So I have left many messages and stopped in every other day or so to check up on the status of the title process, and they said that it should be about $750 - $800 and that's not really that bad and ill have that by next week or so. So I haven't heard back from then yet but I found out that there is another guy interested in it as well but I think he wants it for parts or something cause he was already driving a grand am, and that would suck cause it's a real nice car to part it out would be a shame. So I am hopelessly set on getting this car because it is what I really wanted last time I was car shopping and now I found it and it is within my grasp. But I really just want to say FUCK YOU to the whole car shopping process, it sucks and I hate it and a possible future FUCK YOU to the person that buys the Grand Am before I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-9065180315153157431?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9065180315153157431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=9065180315153157431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/9065180315153157431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/9065180315153157431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/car-shopping.html' title='Car Shopping'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-4423425953726233468</id><published>2007-06-01T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:20:20.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates</title><content type='html'>so tonight was the premier of the pirate master, a new reality TV show on which people live out the lives of pirates on the open seas one  real life ship as pirates would have done. so for the first adventure for the pirates there is of course buried treasure and a  map to follow, so they all get split into two teams; as is the case of any "survivor" type show, and off they go following the map and some clues. so they get to the first clue and there is a lock and three keys and no one can figure out how to open it, one guy finally says its a puzzle and the there is a sequence to it and bam he gets it open and they are now in the lead and off on the next part, to find the treasure! so off they go, they set up a booby trap to slow the other team down and are at the final location, and no one can figure out where the chest is hidden in the water and there is a clue of crocodiles or something like that, so the same guy who figure out the lock says to him self... hmm crocs live under mangroves trees so ill check under the mangrove trees, he goes under and bam comes up with the chest. YARR! So now we are all back on the boat and there is $40,000 in pirate gold in the chest, now they need to pick a captain... hmm who should it be? The smart guy who got us through the adventure of the hunky guy who did nothing... that's right the hunky guy and boy is the other guy pissed! And now the new captain has to decide whether to split the gold equally amongst every one or take 50% for him self and divide the rest and that's what he does. So now the guy who got that team through the challenges has a measly $2000 for doing everything, he is pissed through the roof! So now the new captain has a real nice room with luxuries and a cool hat and every one else still sucks. so the next night is a meeting of where 3 people get "the black spot" which means the captain wants them off the boat, so our pissed off smart guy, a funny guy with a beard and a random girl (honestly she was chosen randomly!) have a black spot, sot hey all get to plead with the crew in why they shouldn't leave, well our smart guy is smart he steals the compasses cause a ship is no good with out direction every one knows that! the captain says he doesn't need a compass he can tell where north is by the sun and the big dipper, and by sticking a stick in the mud waiting a  half hour and figuring how much the shadow has moved blah blah blah... well every one votes and what do you know THE SMART GUY GETS VOTES OFF!!! So now the ship has no compasses! And the guy who did everything right is off on a tiny little raft with $2000 and some compasses for all of his hard work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does this make any sense? Why would you get ride of the guy who is a major help aboard the ship in figuring out puzzles and shit? He wasn't asking to be captain but to get rid of the captain who took half of the treasure that he didn't find and to keep him and the compasses which he stole because it's a pirate adventure and that's what pirates do. well I am quite pissed about the turn of event on that ship and I cant wait to watch it again next week and from here on out to see if my smart pirate guy ever does return; maybe on a deserted island or on a ship of his own? Who know but what I do know is that the crew of that ship who all voted to keep the captain deserve a BIG FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-4423425953726233468?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4423425953726233468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=4423425953726233468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/4423425953726233468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/4423425953726233468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/pirates.html' title='Pirates'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-1400680548049062939</id><published>2007-05-18T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:21:12.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Book</title><content type='html'>When I started my journey here on MySpace it was out of boredom. And sadly I just created a face book out of boredom… now wait! Before every one jumps on me all at once saying "hey you said you would never get a face book, what gives?" I was bored and looking for people that weren't on MySpace so I figured id look on face book. Now this doesn't mean that I am going to leave MySpace for face book, personally I still hate face book and pretty much every I know who has a MySpace has a face book so there isn't really a need for both of them. I'm not even sure if I will keep it and if you search for me on there you will see my complete distaste for it.&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you may ask "Josh why is it that you detest face book the way you do?" well I'm glad you asked… face book sucks, its not very personal, you cant "decorate" as you can with MySpace, some things cost money to do, and you cant be a "stalker" and view peoples profiles with being their friend, and face book sends you an email every time something happens on your page; i dont need that junk mail! i know it happened i jsut made it happen stop with the emails! All of these things listed are why I like MySpace. You can make it your own, with music and background and layouts galore! Its free no charges at all, not even optional ones! I can be a "stalker" if I want to be and no one will ever know (because those page trackers don't work). So even know I have a face book I still think it sucks balls, and I will stick to MySpace I will most likely never update face book except for friend requests. So to all you Face Book loving MySpace Haters and people who may think I'm a traitor for even joining the face book community I say Fuck You; you Suck and so does face book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-1400680548049062939?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1400680548049062939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=1400680548049062939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1400680548049062939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1400680548049062939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/face-book.html' title='Face Book'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-1197488683860912388</id><published>2007-05-04T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:21:58.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>grief searching story telling wierd-o's</title><content type='html'>This FFY goes out to people that cant let go; you know the people the ones who always talk about the same thing not matter the curernt converstion is. you know that as soon as they start talking that somehow it will lead right into what they always talk about. i cant stand this! you see them coming and you jsut want to leave so you dont have to hear them talk about it or when they are there you dread that moment they chime in and you know its coming becasue it alwasy does. doesnt matter what the topic is... it could be Sky Diving on Mars with 3 legged Panda Bears but as soon as this person talks BAM its right back to their pitty story. and the only reason they do this is because they cant drop it, it ruins their life because they cant drop it! Move on, forget about it, go take a nap just do soemthing besides bringing up your sob story topic. So for all of you grief searching story telling wierd-o's... FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-1197488683860912388?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1197488683860912388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=1197488683860912388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1197488683860912388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1197488683860912388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/grief-searching-story-telling-wierd-os.html' title='grief searching story telling wierd-o&apos;s'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-4753214412253130966</id><published>2007-04-06T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:24:59.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Birds</title><content type='html'>I was home this weekend and went around to some places to pick up applications for Angie, we went to pet supply plus in brockton and i was over looking at the animals they have you knwo the usual a few hamsters, rats, bunny, cockatiels, finches and love birds. now while looking at the love birds i notice a sign that says " must be sold in pairs" after reading i look back at the birds and begin ot  count them 1 love bird... 2 love birds... 3 love birds... 4 love birds... 5 love birds (ah ha ha) 5 love birds... strange if they have to be sold in pairs why is ther an odd number?? either there is a group of 3 polymoris love birds where they all love each other? or is ther one love bird that gets left out of all of the loving? this really bothered me how could the store put up sign saying they must be sold in pairs if ther is not an equal amount of birds! now it says they must be bought in pairs not in groups of 3 or one bird by its self that would be agianst the sign! what the hell is going on when love birds have to remain in a cage when they have no one to love, but every one else around them has another bird to roost with?! somethign needs to be done about this fiasco! i say that every one should go there and tell pet smart to either change the sign, get another bird, kill one randomly, or just go up to them and say "FUCK YOU"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-4753214412253130966?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4753214412253130966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=4753214412253130966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/4753214412253130966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/4753214412253130966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-birds.html' title='Love Birds'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-2688927750459967821</id><published>2007-03-23T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:26:11.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>talking but no walking people of athurity</title><content type='html'>My Fuck You go out to people who bitch and complain about cleanliness. I am probably one of the most cleanest people i know what with my OCD and all. So why is it that when it is my week to do dorm chores and i am cleaning that people come to complain about the "mess" that i need to clean. so it all started when it was my week and E-Rat the river rat told me it was my week which i appreciated because i was unaware, and i am on my way to the bathroom and the sink if filled with hair and shaving cream, now thispissed em off becaseu this happens all the time and the person that does this NEVER clean up after himself, so i refused to clean it. It is not the dorm chores persons job to clean up after other peoples neglagence! so i went all day with out cleaning it hopeing that the person would clean it up, and its not hard to figure out who it was, when they are the only one with a shaved face, but it never got cleaned so after like 3 people telling me to clean i finnaly go to clean. so i go to the closet to get the cleaning materials, adn they are all pretty much gone. ther are no rubber gloves to clean the toilet with, luckily matt has a supply. there is no cleaner and what ther is for cleaner it is completely watered down and pretty much useless. so i make a concoction of dawn and water in a spray bottle instead. so i spend about an hour cleaning the dorm, not happily may i add. and then the next day i get informed that i need to clean once again, so i go on a rant about how i just cleaned for the past three days with minimal cleaning supplies and how i was not going to clean up after people neglagence and suggested that we have a meeting about self cleanliness and the possibility of beeter cleaning supplies. Finnaly today i pretty much get told that the meeting is not going to happen and our box got recycled today as well! so now we have no table once again, because the box is seen as clutter. So you Fucking overly talking but no walking people of "athourity" FUCK YOU ! let me clean on my fucking own you god dam slobs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-2688927750459967821?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2688927750459967821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=2688927750459967821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2688927750459967821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2688927750459967821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/talking-but-no-walking-people-of.html' title='talking but no walking people of athurity'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-5534223398462115967</id><published>2007-03-16T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:28:00.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Eggs (Field Reporter Exry)</title><content type='html'>Well todays Friday fuck you comes straight from our reporter in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Eggs and Ham - Dr. Suess. a childrens classic about the importance of trying new things...almost everyone has read it and understands at some point the message conveyed...NOT HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to make green eggs for St. Patricks day brunch and low and behold all the pussies here freaked out and bitched and complained...honest ta god its green food coloring!!! theres no need to get all up set, and chances are you went back to your dorm and are gonna talk about it for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people here really are such pussies. we have to edit our speech, edit our meals, and even edit the color of our eggs b/c this is where all the over sensitive people go to college, can you imagine what life would be like for them if they went to a State school or university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows maybe it will even come up at community meeting and for that i'll say "you will like them you will see, try them try them 1...2...3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Exry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-5534223398462115967?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5534223398462115967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=5534223398462115967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/5534223398462115967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/5534223398462115967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/green-eggs-field-reporter-exry.html' title='Green Eggs (Field Reporter Exry)'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-8690405950359486055</id><published>2007-03-09T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:28:52.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>underage seat taking mother fuckers</title><content type='html'>Well this just kinda erked me today so ill write ti in to share... a few of us went to see 300 and it was amazing, but we went to see it in Stowe becasue that was the closet place it was showing, nto that its that far but its further than morrisville. the cool thing about this theater is that they serve alcohol there! and its nto just at the counter, they come over to you while you are seated, kinda like at a baseball game. except that they only do this to the people in the back section of the theater. so we go in and want some beers cause thats a cool thing, but all the seats in the back were filled with people who were deffiantly not old enough to get sold alcohol, so we had to sit in the front and not get served beer while younger folk sat in the back and didnt get served because they were not able to! and i really felt like telling them to move so that i could have a beer but alas i am too nice for that so i didnt get to have amy beer while watching the movie. so to all you underage seat taking mother fuckers! FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-8690405950359486055?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8690405950359486055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=8690405950359486055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/8690405950359486055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/8690405950359486055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/underage-seat-taking-mother-fuckers.html' title='underage seat taking mother fuckers'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-9119319941136179318</id><published>2007-03-02T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:29:33.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarro Josh's</title><content type='html'>alright this is dumb and most people wont get it except maybe Angie but I wanna say Fuck You to all the people that look like me and have the same name as me, common you know you hate that too! when some one else you meet is like "hey you remind me of so and so..." I get that so much its unbelievable and alot of the time its with other Josh's as well. so to all you Bizarro Josh's out there FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-9119319941136179318?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9119319941136179318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=9119319941136179318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/9119319941136179318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/9119319941136179318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/bizarro-joshs.html' title='Bizarro Josh&apos;s'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-2141189631890390118</id><published>2007-02-16T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:56:23.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy fucking freaked out feminist's</title><content type='html'>Alright this one is probably long over due but lately there has been an "equality" movement here at school and it is driving me (and a lot of people) nuts! Okay so there is people that want equality so what do they do, they make a women's group and start up a major feminist movement here on campus. Does that even make sense? So now because of this movement I have to be cautious of what I say and do, because some one might get offended by it. And now there are all these activities that only women can attend, how does that create equality?! There is a large group of us who see this as just a bad idea all around so we all sat together and thought of doing an event that every one can come to, and announce it so that it is obviously a stab at what is going on. Now whether people pick up on that or not isn't really what we care about but mainly just to show that we would rather have every one together having a good time than in separate groups. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now you might be thinking, if there is a woman's group; why not make a men's group? First of all none or at least of lot of us men don't want a group for just men, and besides that is just separating the sexes even more and creating LESS equality. And not every one in the group that is hosting the pizza party is all male, so that wouldn't work. We are just trying to get our point across that the women here on campus should not feel afraid of the men on campus and feel that they need a women's group. But hopefully this pizza party will be a blast; we already have about 30 people signed up to attend so we are all sure that it will be a success.&lt;br /&gt;But really my main focus here today is to show my disliking of the lack of equality due to this "equality" movement. So crazy fucking freaked out feminist's FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-2141189631890390118?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2141189631890390118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=2141189631890390118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2141189631890390118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/2141189631890390118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/crazy-fucking-freaked-out-feminists.html' title='crazy fucking freaked out feminist&apos;s'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-3211242268432166099</id><published>2007-02-09T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:31:19.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soup (rewind)</title><content type='html'>This weeks fuck you is actually a rewind to almost one year ago, to popssibly one of the best fuck you i ever gave, thats right its the return of the soup fuck you. enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 3rd 2006&lt;br /&gt;welcome back again the "friday fuck you" for a nother exciting adventure in what pisses me off. this weeks fuck you goes out to Soup. no soup is not a nickname for some one i know or a place but it is just what it says... soup. i do not like soup, for me soup is not yummy or convenient, but overly wasteful. as the mainly carnivorus person that i am vegtables rank very low on the food chain. and Soup mainly consists of veggies! so if i do decide to consume a bowl of the brothy goodness it seems to me to be a waste of food. for the only part of the meal i eat is the broth, leaving a pile of green type foods on the bottom of the bowl. i dont like to waste food so soup doesnt make much sense to me, there are just a few exceptions to this 'fuck you'&lt;br /&gt;1. Chicken noddle Soup - it contains chicken(meat) and noodles(pasta) chicken and pasta is a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Beef Stew - not exactly a soup but in the same family. and it once agian contains meat.&lt;br /&gt;3. broccoli and cheddar soup - it contians broccoli one of my favorite vegtables and also cheddar thats it nothing else, no hidden surprises in my soup here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you may be asking yourself "why soup? why has this inanimate object become the subject of an intire journal entry and why are you saying 'fuck you' to soup?? well i am saying 'fuck you' to soup for making itself a very easy meal to create and for my school for serving it every day, and once this week it was served for both lunch and dinner! taht is why is say "FUCK YOU" Soup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-3211242268432166099?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3211242268432166099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=3211242268432166099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/3211242268432166099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/3211242268432166099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/soup-rewind.html' title='Soup (rewind)'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-7495740626968992641</id><published>2007-02-02T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:32:07.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Haters</title><content type='html'>This is going to be an strange one but let me give you some back history.... ok so my job here at Sterling is being a residence counselor, which means that I make hours and be at a certain place at those times so that if any one needs some one to talk to they can talk to me, you know just as a friend not a teacher or some one who will criticize you or something. okay so I have this job and a lot of people don't take advantage of this (aka not many people come to talk to me) but I do get people every once and a while, but my problem with this is that a lot of people don't think that I do anything... partially because I do these hours in my room and when I am waiting to see if some one will show up that day I can do anything from reading a book, play Nintendo or I can do homework to even taking a nap; as long as I am where I say I am when I say I will be there I can get my work hours for it. But sadly a lot of people see my job as a joke and think that I do nothing and get my hours for it, and yes it does have a lot of down time, but I also have had a lot of training and go to seminars and meetings for this job as well. And those are not the funnest things ever let me tell you. So it's not really like I am some Joe schmoe telling people they can talk to me. But yet some people still find my job as a big joke and it pisses me off a whole lot when they say these things to me about my job here. So for all of you who think that I get to sit on my ass and play Nintendo and slack off and get hours for it. Fuck you and I am serious FUCK OFF YOU WANT MY JOB THAN YOU CAN HAVE IT, YOU WONT LAST! ITS HARD TRAINING AND SHIT FOR THIS JOB SO REALLY PLEASE...FUCK OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those people who don't understand the nature of my job and the actual amount of work I put into it FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-7495740626968992641?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7495740626968992641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=7495740626968992641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/7495740626968992641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/7495740626968992641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/job-haters.html' title='Job Haters'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-5063392919430178678</id><published>2007-01-26T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:32:56.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monpoly Mother Fuckers</title><content type='html'>okay first i am sorry for missing last week, nothing pissed me off so its hard to think of things when your having a good week.this weeks goes out to crazy monopoly players. yeap to those people who get outraged when they miss that you landed on their spot and demand the money, i say fuck that you missed it, but they scream and shout about it even though they dont get it anyways and then because they are making a fuss about it they missed it once again... i cant help these people thats why we set down the rules at the begining of the game although we will be playing again becasue soem people had to leave and then subtitutes come in for them and thats when this situation really happens. hey, i cant help it that you just jumped into a game and you dont know which properties you own. you have to pay attention. all i gotta say is FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-5063392919430178678?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5063392919430178678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=5063392919430178678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/5063392919430178678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/5063392919430178678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/monpoly-mother-fuckers.html' title='Monpoly Mother Fuckers'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-8585250735418185941</id><published>2007-01-12T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:34:15.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>majorly over paid "athletes"</title><content type='html'>This I heard on the radio on the way to bring Angie home just a few minutes ago. David Beckham (a well know soccer player) just signed a 5 year deal with the LA Galaxy for $250 million that is about $50 million a year!! MY Freaking god! is this how much money we are pay people to kick a ball?!! And he isnt even that good, i dont follow soccer but ive ben reading to get the full story and most people say he is average.lets see some stats....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireman - $50 - $60,000&lt;br /&gt;Polce Officer - $40 - $60,000&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut - $100,000&lt;br /&gt;Presodent of the US - $400,000&lt;br /&gt;Tom Brady -$1,000,000&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise - $13,000,000&lt;br /&gt;David Beckham - $50,000,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does any one else see something wrong with this?? this is just outragous! i think there is alot of more usful things that we coud be doing with this money that paying people to kick and throw balls around. i find this outragous, but what can you do besides Fuck that. well thats exactly what I am going to do... David Beckham and other majorly over paid "athletes" FUCK YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-8585250735418185941?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8585250735418185941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=8585250735418185941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/8585250735418185941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/8585250735418185941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/majorly-over-paid-athletes.html' title='majorly over paid &quot;athletes&quot;'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-1916265309465504713</id><published>2006-12-29T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:38:46.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zip-up Sweat Shirts</title><content type='html'>this weeks fuck you goes out to zip-up hoodies! i can't stand zip-ups, i want to be comfy ina sweatshirt and i dotn want a piece of metal that will probably be cold againt my body and near my neck! plus not to mention that the zipper cuts the image in half killing the picture all to gether! btu unfortunatly all you can find now adays is zip-ups! like the other day in hottopic there was a sweet zelda sweatshrit btu ti was a zip-up of corse because thats all that any one sells any more. so Zip-up Sweat Shirts... FUCK YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-1916265309465504713?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1916265309465504713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=1916265309465504713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1916265309465504713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1916265309465504713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/zip-up-sweat-shirts.html' title='Zip-up Sweat Shirts'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-1570017813792478698</id><published>2006-02-14T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:16:03.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soup</title><content type='html'>welcome back again the "friday fuck you" for another exciting adventure in what pisses me off. this weeks fuck you goes out to Soup. no soup is not a nickname for some one i know or a place but it is just what it says... soup. i do not like soup, for me soup is not yummy or convenient, but overly wasteful. as the mainly carnivorous person that i am vegetables rank very low on the food chain. and Soup mainly consists of veggies! so if i do decide to consume a bowl of the brothy goodness it seems to me to be a waste of food. for the only part of the meal i eat is the broth, leaving a pile of green type foods on the bottom of the bowl. i don't like to waste food so soup doesn't make much sense to me, there are just a few exceptions to this 'fuck you'&lt;br /&gt;1. Chicken noddle Soup - it contains chicken(meat) and noodles(pasta) chicken and pasta is a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Beef Stew - not exactly a soup but in the same family. and it once again contains meat.&lt;br /&gt;3. broccoli and cheddar soup - it contains broccoli one of my favorite vegetables and also cheddar that's it nothing else, no hidden surprises in my soup here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you may be asking yourself "why soup? why has this inanimate object become the subject of an entire journal entry and why are you saying 'fuck you' to soup?? well i am saying 'fuck you' to soup for making itself a very easy meal to create and for my school for serving it every day, and once this week it was served for both lunch and dinner! that is why is say "FUCK YOU" Soup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-1570017813792478698?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1570017813792478698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=1570017813792478698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1570017813792478698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/1570017813792478698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2006/02/soup.html' title='Soup'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-8016394762677053823</id><published>2006-01-06T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:19:02.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moduline modular aluminum cabinets'/><title type='text'>moduline</title><content type='html'>This friday fuck you goes out to Moduline, as much as i love the place i cant fucking stand it as well. nothing has changed in the months that i have been gone. and little do they know that i am probably never going back there, that is unless i cant find a job this summer which i know i will because i have to for school. so anyways Moduline "FUCK YOU"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-8016394762677053823?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8016394762677053823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=8016394762677053823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/8016394762677053823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/8016394762677053823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2006/01/moduline.html' title='moduline'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828774162120957538.post-4377978553703298199</id><published>2005-12-30T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:22:57.806-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeep wrangler theft stolen cd broke'/><title type='text'>Jeep rapers</title><content type='html'>that's right its back the "Friday fuck you!" it been a while but i have a good one for you all out there. as you know the Friday fuck you is the time for me(and any one who feels the need) to vent on something from the week that has pissed me off or just been bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this weeks "fuck you" goes out to the person who raped Stella on Thursday morning between 1am and 6am. that right some one broke int my Jeep and went though all my stuff! at first i didn't think they took anything, not even the radio it was all there, the only thing i couldn't find was a can of staring fluid,(don't worry i did find it!) but then as i was driving to work i reached up for a CD and my whole CD visor thing was gone and along with the 12 CD's that were in there, so they trashed in the inside of my Stella. taking every thing out of the center console and glove box and just throwing it anywhere looking for something good. this really didn't piss me off that much, losing the CD's did but them not taking anything else of mine pisses me off, because that's says to me, that all my stuff is crap! those bastards! how dare they not take my starting fluid, measuring tape, tiny stuffed panda bear, drums ticks, cheap-o sunglasses, cheap-o radio, seat covers, tools, un-opened can of soda! this all has value! why didn't they see that! i would've been really pissed if they took all of it. but any-who who ever it was definitely gets a big "FUCK YOU" from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828774162120957538-4377978553703298199?l=fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4377978553703298199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1828774162120957538&amp;postID=4377978553703298199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/4377978553703298199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828774162120957538/posts/default/4377978553703298199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridayfuckyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/jeep-rapers.html' title='Jeep rapers'/><author><name>Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03637193523612513840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q4f6oOqj2iw/R2A7K-oXbXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7fMk_ex4TWw/S220/good+face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
