<?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-18290835</id><updated>2011-11-05T01:02:38.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Assclownopolis</title><subtitle type='html'>There are some words in the English language that convey profound meaning through their sheer ambiguity. Assclown is one of them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-5827347924208776524</id><published>2007-07-18T05:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T04:52:14.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slinging It</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that you can paid to blog? Really. All you have to do is sign up with a service like payperpost.com or Blogitive and post about selected products. I was dumfounded when I realized how much I could and should be making from this otherwise fruitless endeavor. Thus, I have accepted a commision from the tourism industry to promote international travel. Now don't get the idea that I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5827347924208776524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=5827347924208776524' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/5827347924208776524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/5827347924208776524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/07/bleh.html' title='Slinging It'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rp3ULjbTX1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/I9DhmhC87Yk/s72-c/dildo_map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-1773889798926380715</id><published>2007-07-12T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:26:55.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Thought SnackDouche Was Bad</title><summary type='text'>Remember back in 2004 when George W. Bush and his handlers were desperately searching for an excuse to invade Iraq. It's interesting that nobody of any significance has yet to ask why we're really there. Regardless, part of the "justification" that was provided to the American people was that Iraq was trying to obtain WMD. Of course, none we're actually found, but one of the myths that were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1773889798926380715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=1773889798926380715' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1773889798926380715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1773889798926380715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-i-thought-snackdouche-was-bad.html' title='And I Thought SnackDouche Was Bad'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rpae2zbTXtI/AAAAAAAAAbw/hjcsQMRsDHg/s72-c/071207_15582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-1396495983263442601</id><published>2007-07-11T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:14:49.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Planner</title><summary type='text'>It appears that I've become quite the matchmaker lately, since things between Sassy Blond and Doodoo Brown have gotten serious. Consequently, as an ordained minister, I will be the officiant at their wedding and have prepared the following vows:Reverend TFG: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness an event of an unparalleled holiness: The matrimony of myself and the reception's open</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1396495983263442601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=1396495983263442601' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1396495983263442601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1396495983263442601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/07/wedding-planner.html' title='The Wedding Planner'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-3954079078647353875</id><published>2007-07-08T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:09:29.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sale</title><summary type='text'>I consider myself to be an honest person, sometimes brutally so. I have a deep dislike of people who lie to me and I usually know when this is happening. Thus, most salespeople are already pre-qualified for my personal Douchebag Bin sight unseen. The reason why I mention this is that I've spent the last two days car shopping.In my mind, the customer/salesperson relationship is one of pure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3954079078647353875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=3954079078647353875' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/3954079078647353875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/3954079078647353875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-sale.html' title='No Sale'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RpEzgQ4tS4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/OxfXUvUtaqY/s72-c/jitcrunch_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-8265887978570145796</id><published>2007-07-05T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T05:12:17.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Keys Away</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday,  I was talking to my father on the telephone. True to form, we covered one of my favorite topics; the state of my inheritance. Despite the fact that I constantly remind him that daily eating is unnecessary and that doctors are for pussies, he still manages to squander my fortune at an alarming rate. In this instance, he informed me that he spent approximately $600 on lawnmower </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/8265887978570145796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=8265887978570145796' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/8265887978570145796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/8265887978570145796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/07/taking-keys-away.html' title='Taking the Keys Away'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-3869876801356181394</id><published>2007-07-03T05:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T05:36:56.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can Brown Do For You?</title><summary type='text'>Observed in Baltimore city yesterday. :</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3869876801356181394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=3869876801356181394' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/3869876801356181394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/3869876801356181394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-can-brown-do-for-you.html' title='What Can Brown Do For You?'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RooYQw4tS1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Wg_aviiJJ9w/s72-c/ddb_final2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-5341864185730154333</id><published>2007-06-24T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T14:08:07.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't We All Just Get Along</title><summary type='text'>If you aren't from Baltimore, this won't make a bit of sense. If you are from Baltimore, the same should hold true.Emo KidsA cloud hung over the local scene,and some had been adjudged too mean.Others may have been quite vain,and now suffered the mortal pain.Oh, the anguish. Oh, the grief.This injustice is beyond belief.Curse the grievous injury,from those who refrain from "Yay for me!"Marshal the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5341864185730154333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=5341864185730154333' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/5341864185730154333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/5341864185730154333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/06/cant-we-all-just-get-along.html' title='Can&apos;t We All Just Get Along'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-4754713911839581306</id><published>2007-06-17T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:33:43.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Hero</title><summary type='text'>Ask any old-timer about what is wrong with the youth of today and you will inevitably hear the same complaint: Youngsters nowadays have nobody to look up to. Celebrity icons such as Brittney Spears, Barry Bonds, Tom Cruise, and Eminem can hardly be portrayed as good role models for the younger generation. You would think that with all of the media hype that permeates our culture, there would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4754713911839581306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=4754713911839581306' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4754713911839581306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4754713911839581306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/06/asdasd.html' title='I Need A Hero'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RnXlb1aiBgI/AAAAAAAAAao/-lmwg5INeEQ/s72-c/captcolon_final2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-2340442260453044679</id><published>2007-06-13T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:22:19.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous</title><summary type='text'>I've been rather busy lately. Consequently, this post will provide a veritable cornucopia of crap: 1. New RobotPictureThingy. I'd like to thank Corn Dog for the new and improved robot on my profile picture. Notice that the robot is now smoke free, as am I. Nice bit of photoshopping there:2. Yuppies in da Hood. Silly white folks, nobody said being edgy was going to be easy. The people down there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2340442260453044679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=2340442260453044679' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/2340442260453044679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/2340442260453044679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/06/miscellaneous.html' title='Miscellaneous'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rm9suVaiBfI/AAAAAAAAAag/la70N97myAA/s72-c/newbot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-4581362552031896000</id><published>2007-06-06T06:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T06:27:20.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Until It Hurts</title><summary type='text'>First, we had Karyn Bosnak who is credited with creating the phenomenon of cyberbegging. She was a 20 something TV producer who turned to the worldwide information super-tubeterwebs for financial assistance. As you may already know, Bosnak created a website where she solicited small contributions to accommodate her $20,000 in high interest debt.In that tradition, we had The Greedy Pig Wishlist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4581362552031896000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=4581362552031896000' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4581362552031896000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4581362552031896000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/06/give-until-it-hurts.html' title='Give Until It Hurts'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-2113712105569570350</id><published>2007-05-31T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:16:08.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kentucky Spirit</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend, I returned to Baltimore via Louisville International Airport aka Standiford Field. After clearing security, I spied a teen aged boy sporting an offensive, yet amusing t-shirt. I smirked and thought, "Wait and see how funny it is when they don't let you on the plane with that." We were both walking through the concourse in the same direction, when he joined a group that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2113712105569570350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=2113712105569570350' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/2113712105569570350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/2113712105569570350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/05/kentucky-spirit.html' title='Kentucky Spirit'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rl-Ahva-wqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9EmeWCn0YOQ/s72-c/shirt_final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-4397064024152949316</id><published>2007-05-29T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:07:48.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Build It, They Will Come</title><summary type='text'>The Queen of Hyperbole introduced the internet to a new word that was created by her kindergartenering daughter. The Princess's discovery was: Fuckorama. Upon discovery, she proceeded to proclaim it loudly about the playground, which is what any one of us would have done given the same circumstances.Unfortunately, the post left us hanging because the Princess of Hyperbole has yet to provide a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4397064024152949316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=4397064024152949316' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4397064024152949316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4397064024152949316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-you-build-it-they-will-come.html' title='If You Build It, They Will Come'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rlt-Ova-wpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/IhSLcfdDHr4/s72-c/I64_sign_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-9017560252520214130</id><published>2007-05-25T05:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T05:27:00.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><summary type='text'>I had planned to leave the previous post up over the holiday, to allow you to contemplate one of the more visible signs that capitalism is clearly running amok. Sure, American society is careening headlong into an economic catastrophe of unmatched magnitude. And, yes, within the next 25 years, I believe that the world will see levels of warfare and famine sufficient to make Revelations look like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/9017560252520214130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=9017560252520214130' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/9017560252520214130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/9017560252520214130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/05/fridays-post.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RlariPa-woI/AAAAAAAAAaA/DeWqbQqvojc/s72-c/cham_snay_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-5585777858762711715</id><published>2007-05-23T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:31:07.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Anyone?</title><summary type='text'>This is what I mean when I say things like corporate campaign contributions (and public stupidity) have rendered the American public impotent at the voting booth. Currently, we have a newly minted Democratic majority in Congress. Yet, the petroleum oligolopy is confident enough in its purchased power to undertake some of its most blatant gouging ever. The following chart shows the monthly, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5585777858762711715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=5585777858762711715' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/5585777858762711715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/5585777858762711715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hope-i-can-count-on-your-vote.html' title='Banana Anyone?'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RlTZ2va-wlI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LJx5ziRpDfs/s72-c/pet_pri_wco_k_w_21180_image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-7874971885500592066</id><published>2007-05-21T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:14:22.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbass</title><summary type='text'>As I've mentioned, I started a new job recently and, so far, the job has turned out to be fairly copacetic. So, last week, I agreed to do some part-time work for a former employer. In fact, I giggled like a little girl at the prospect of referring to myself as a consultant. The hilarity was short lived due to an emergency at my primary job that has been requiring me to work 12-16 hours/day. Thus,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7874971885500592066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=7874971885500592066' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/7874971885500592066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/7874971885500592066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/05/dumbass.html' title='Dumbass'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-6439756415044946931</id><published>2007-05-13T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T07:08:43.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Omnicide</title><summary type='text'>I hope you don't take offense, but I'd like to kill you. It's not that I have anything against you personally, it's just that I want to kill every single thing on this planet, with the exception of dogs.  Now, you are probably thinking that this just sounds like a typical day in the life of Mr. Sunshine-Rainbows-and-Kitten-Farts, but I can assure that is not the case.The cause of current foul </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6439756415044946931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=6439756415044946931' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/6439756415044946931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/6439756415044946931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/05/omnicide.html' title='Omnicide'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rkc9LY1UkFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RPVWqRoajNA/s72-c/chantix.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-885409434142582232</id><published>2007-05-09T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T04:30:51.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smartest Stupid Thing That I've Ever Done</title><summary type='text'>If you follow Malnurtured Snay's blog, you know that he is about to graduate from Towson University with an English degree. In fact, he'll be celebrating this accomplishment by attending graduation commando with his tassel tied in a most inappropriate manner. When the dean hands him the diploma on stage, I suggest that he make the sheepskin exchange a quid pro quo proposition,  to liven things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/885409434142582232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=885409434142582232' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/885409434142582232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/885409434142582232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/05/smartest-stupid-thing-that-ive-ever.html' title='The Smartest Stupid Thing That I&apos;ve Ever Done'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-1044713435339337543</id><published>2007-05-06T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:25:42.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Size Really Matter?</title><summary type='text'>Today, I will tackle a question that has been plaguing humanity for centuries. No, I won't be providing the meaning of life (I've already taken care of that on myspace), but I can assure you that it will be just as enlightening. As the title of this post alludes to, I am trying to determine whether certain females truly believe that size is important.Obviously, it's not just a simple matter of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1044713435339337543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=1044713435339337543' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1044713435339337543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1044713435339337543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/05/does-size-really-matter.html' title='Does Size Really Matter?'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rj4xj41UkDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/b-edYViu0qw/s72-c/front_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-1293741074616683686</id><published>2007-05-01T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:24:41.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like Crack</title><summary type='text'>No matter what I do, I can't stop going back to The Ramblings of a Sassy Blonde to see this picture:I predict that doggy shopping is in my immediate future. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1293741074616683686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=1293741074616683686' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1293741074616683686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1293741074616683686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-like-crack.html' title='It&apos;s Like Crack'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rjfn2Y1UkCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/TX6quSTSnu4/s72-c/cricket5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-4329268835316299001</id><published>2007-04-30T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:38:56.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder If It Works Like Amway</title><summary type='text'>Remember the good old days, when you'd have to sneak off in a disguise to a seedy part of town to purchase your orgy butter. Apparently, door-to-door dildo sales have arrived:The sign clearly states, "For Women Only." I am curious as to why my doubledong dollar isn't as good as the next gal's. Oh well, I'll guess I'll stick to the dull, traditional romantic gifts like wine, flowers, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4329268835316299001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=4329268835316299001' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4329268835316299001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4329268835316299001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wonder-if-it-works-like-jehovahs.html' title='I Wonder If It Works Like Amway'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RjVmwI1UkBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/cTzsKGea3f8/s72-c/sign_final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-8156619340714937780</id><published>2007-04-25T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:06:32.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diggin' The New Job</title><summary type='text'>Here's a quiz for you:If you have a $100k/year job, 25 years of seniority, and nobody really makes you work too hard, do you:A. Lay low and ride it out until retirement and pension disbursement?B. Bust your ass and set an example for the less experienced guys?C. Threaten a coworker with a knife over foolishness?C is the correct answer--welcome to my world. It gets better, though.If you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/8156619340714937780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=8156619340714937780' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/8156619340714937780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/8156619340714937780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/04/diggin-new-job.html' title='Diggin&apos; The New Job'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-4402653120936320027</id><published>2007-04-22T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:19:58.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting</title><summary type='text'>For years, I did what they said couldn't be done. Much like Thomas Edison or the Wright brothers, I ignored the naysayers and persevered. No, I didn't discover electricity or flight. I didn't something infinitely more difficult. I had intimate relations with live, attractive, human females on a twin sized bed. Moreover,  the degree of difficulty of this feat was magnified by the fact that I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4402653120936320027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=4402653120936320027' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4402653120936320027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4402653120936320027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/04/nesting.html' title='Nesting'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Riv4g4kO7gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/1NXEI0xAJQQ/s72-c/bed_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-5736198559385196152</id><published>2007-04-18T05:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:09:37.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imus-ed</title><summary type='text'>In lieu of PA system at my workplace, we have a plant wide radio system. I overheard the following on one of the maintenance channels:Mechanic1: How long until we can turn the hydraulics back on?Mechanic2: I need a part first.Mechanic1: What do you need?Mechanic 2: I need a dual connected fluid conveyance apparatus.Mechanic1: What?Mechanic2: I need a dual connected fluid conveyance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5736198559385196152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=5736198559385196152' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/5736198559385196152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/5736198559385196152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/04/imus-ed.html' title='Imus-ed'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-3410148105226688517</id><published>2007-04-15T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:04:05.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Depression</title><summary type='text'>Depression is a malady that affects over 18 million Americans a year. Some people deal with feelings of sadness by self-medicating with illicit drugs or alcohol. Of course, this only provides a temporary solution, the problem still remains after the individual sobers up. Counseling has proven to be therapeutic for some who suffer from depression--having a trained professional listen to your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3410148105226688517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=3410148105226688517' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/3410148105226688517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/3410148105226688517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/04/dealing-with-depression.html' title='Dealing with Depression'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RiKCrECzF1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/KBDb-rjFZig/s72-c/drawers_final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-6969895184127431893</id><published>2007-04-09T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:15:54.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Demotivation. Updated: Now With Pictures</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure that most of you are familiar with those lame motivational posters that are a decorative staple of many mid-level managers. It's also quite likely that you've seen the Demotivators® series of posters, which spoofs the motivational posters. The Demotivators are funny, but I've come up with several potential additions for them:I'm glad that I could serve as an inspiration for you all. What</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6969895184127431893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=6969895184127431893' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/6969895184127431893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/6969895184127431893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/04/demotivation.html' title='Demotivation. Updated: Now With Pictures'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rhqnm2rG5XI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zX6nitLggqI/s72-c/restroom_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-558280949162237510</id><published>2007-04-02T05:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T05:43:38.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back To My Roots</title><summary type='text'>I have previously discussed the fact that I'm too stupid to be Jewish and too white to be black, although I may be black enough to be K-Fed. Nevertheless, the marketing geniuses at Verizon have decided that I can handle being Korean:Don't get the idea that I'm ridiculing Koreans. I would be honored to be part of any race or nationality so advanced that it can communicate via anthropomorphized </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/558280949162237510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=558280949162237510' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/558280949162237510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/558280949162237510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-back-to-my-roots.html' title='Getting Back To My Roots'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RhAYL_jX-MI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JZ9acI4kLXw/s72-c/korean_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-452034529246047740</id><published>2007-03-30T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T15:24:51.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TFG: Food Critic</title><summary type='text'>Having read An American Geisha for several months, I'm beginning to realize that their is more to eating than merely shoving food into the hole in the front of my head. Thus, I've written a restaurant review:Yesterday, I had to go to pickup a required item for my new job from a store on Russell St. in Pigtown*. On the return trip back to I-83, I was driving down Washington Blvd, when I noticed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/452034529246047740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=452034529246047740' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/452034529246047740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/452034529246047740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/03/tfg-food-critic.html' title='TFG: Food Critic'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rg1TUfjX-LI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2IWTeucDrvI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-340504979271523928</id><published>2007-03-29T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:20:29.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PhotoDildolatry</title><summary type='text'>I wonder if the Maryland MVA would issue a vanity plate that said: FUCKWIT.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/340504979271523928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=340504979271523928' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/340504979271523928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/340504979271523928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/03/photodildolatry.html' title='PhotoDildolatry'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rgv0mvjX-JI/AAAAAAAAAVA/lAFPCifpIuA/s72-c/ja1_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-1843961334364491852</id><published>2007-03-26T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:32:52.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I May Have Joined the KKK Yesterday</title><summary type='text'>As you probably hadn't noticed, I haven't posted for an entire week. It pretty much escaped my notice, too. As it turns out it, I spent most of last week at an inpatient psychiatric facility for treatment of what can only be described as a "psychotic" episode. I'll spare you the sordid details, but you should know that it involved a glockenspiel, approximately 3.03125 liters of Crisco, and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1843961334364491852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=1843961334364491852' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1843961334364491852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1843961334364491852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-may-have-joined-kkk-yesterday.html' title='I May Have Joined the KKK Yesterday'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RgfcSjSU0sI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Ne9KUi8wSoc/s72-c/redneck_final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-5016072184955461073</id><published>2007-03-18T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:16:10.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WordNerdery</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I've been reading  Parenthetically Speaking..., which is a blog written by Serena Joy. Serena is a daily poster who includes a section called Words Gone Wild, where she offers clever, alternative definitions to misspelled words that she runs across. This reminded me of some of the Word of the Day emails that I'd sent to selected coworkers over the past few month. I've included some of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5016072184955461073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=5016072184955461073' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/5016072184955461073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/5016072184955461073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/03/wordnerdery.html' title='WordNerdery'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-7547014939034513060</id><published>2007-03-16T06:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:19:35.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heist of the Century</title><summary type='text'>Recently, Baltimore blogger Jason J. Thomas posted about having his home burglarized via an unsecured crawlspace. Although, his losses were merely material, having your home invaded leaves an irreparable sense of violation. This is precisely why, when I returned to Baltimore 2.5 years ago, I made certain to live in the suburbs. Before leaving, I'd lived and worked in Baltimore City and had my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7547014939034513060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=7547014939034513060' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/7547014939034513060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/7547014939034513060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/03/heist-of-century.html' title='Heist of the Century'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rfrs8mL_m_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/zLGIskBctqU/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-2337382745941025937</id><published>2007-03-12T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T11:35:02.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Ain't Gonna Work On Maggie's Farm No More</title><summary type='text'>I was feeling a little artsy-fartsy today, so I wrote about my current transition from being an overpaid prick to becoming a grossly, overpaid prick:Douchebaggery WaningI write these words with utter glee,in a state of ecstacy.My sentence is done, I've been paroled.No longer will I be cornholed.Please don't think of me as crass,but the time has come to kiss my ass.Don't be timid, don't be meek,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2337382745941025937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=2337382745941025937' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/2337382745941025937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/2337382745941025937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-aint-gonna-work-on-maggies-farm-no.html' title='I Ain&apos;t Gonna Work On Maggie&apos;s Farm No More'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-1005366356374132427</id><published>2007-03-07T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T07:52:16.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Love</title><summary type='text'>In a recent post, Mighty Dyckerson has proclaimed that he has finally found the woman of his dreams. Much to my amazement, she doesn't need to be inflated or wear a maskless football helmet. Dyck has even given her a pet name, which would be "Miracle Ass."  Here is an excerpt of his devotion to her:Ladies and gentlemen, I want this ass with every fiber of my being. If this ass were in my home, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1005366356374132427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=1005366356374132427' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1005366356374132427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1005366356374132427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/03/tough-love.html' title='Tough Love'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Re4B_3vtJuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dQvuRJXSATI/s72-c/MonkeyClown.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-6487616438563347563</id><published>2007-03-04T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:45:49.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crankometrics</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I have become aware of a brilliant tool for psychological evaluation invented by Kira, which I have taken the liberty of naming Crankometrics.  This technique consists of tabulating the contents of the subject's brain in a graphical manner and its application is described in depth in her post: What Lurks Inside. Despite the hindrance of not knowing anything about most of these people, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6487616438563347563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=6487616438563347563' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/6487616438563347563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/6487616438563347563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/03/crankometrics.html' title='Crankometrics'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/ResAzBGIAyI/AAAAAAAAATE/A1-OXXTiP-A/s72-c/cham_final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-9108553636565436406</id><published>2007-03-01T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T10:25:26.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Aggressive Driving. Updated</title><summary type='text'>Nevermind. See comments</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/9108553636565436406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=9108553636565436406' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/9108553636565436406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/9108553636565436406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/02/speaking-of-aggressive-driving.html' title='Speaking of Aggressive Driving. Updated'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-3485113037936724390</id><published>2007-02-26T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T08:56:25.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Matter of Convenience</title><summary type='text'>I can tell you the exact moment when I "switched teams." It was last Friday night. I was driving home around 10:45 PM when I realized that I hadn't eaten dinner yet. I called in a carryout order to the Bamboo House in Cockeysville, which is a restaurant and bar. I had ordered from there before, but never on a Friday night.My first clue that something was amiss was that there was little parking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3485113037936724390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=3485113037936724390' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/3485113037936724390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/3485113037936724390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/02/matter-of-convenience.html' title='A Matter of Convenience'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-1776755808067635934</id><published>2007-02-22T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:13:57.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution</title><summary type='text'>As they used to tell us in school: Engineers are problem solvers.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1776755808067635934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=1776755808067635934' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1776755808067635934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/1776755808067635934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/02/solution.html' title='Solution'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rd2nkemL07I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xyS0eAHp0-4/s72-c/022107_18431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-6276065742773355590</id><published>2007-02-18T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:56:17.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passive-Aggressive Driving.</title><summary type='text'>We've all heard how horrible it is to be an aggressive driver. The Maryland MVA has a program which targets aggressive driving and the legislature has even made aggressive driving a crime. Although cell phones and incompetent drivers are still permitted, aggressive driving is becoming the new drunk driving. The problem is: What precisely is aggressive driving? I mention this because I could be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6276065742773355590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=6276065742773355590' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/6276065742773355590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/6276065742773355590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/02/passive-aggressive-driving.html' title='Passive-Aggressive Driving.'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RdjN2The5dI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RSaHBv76cuo/s72-c/MD_DH_final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-692646159447741723</id><published>2007-02-15T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T07:02:31.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Solved</title><summary type='text'>I've always wondered why they make wine in a box. Now I know:Yes, that would be saran wrap. Apparently, it can be used for purposes other than birth control. Who knew?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/692646159447741723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=692646159447741723' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/692646159447741723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/692646159447741723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/02/mystery-solved.html' title='Mystery Solved'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RdQ-fjhe5XI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Bw8JsWS0EoY/s72-c/bottle_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-4379604574667390946</id><published>2007-02-11T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T07:57:37.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Wizard's Lab</title><summary type='text'>Although the primary goal of this blog is crotch humor, I also want it to serve as an educational resource. Unfortunately, a review of my more recent posts indicates that I've been remiss in this capacity. Thus, I've decided to post a brief primer on chemistry, which even includes an instructional experiment that you can use to impress your family and friends. However, to make the most of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4379604574667390946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=4379604574667390946' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4379604574667390946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4379604574667390946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/02/chemistry-101.html' title='Mr. Wizard&apos;s Lab'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rc-1ljhe5SI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Qs6AZQJHe3s/s72-c/jar_final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-6103964878707702705</id><published>2007-02-06T06:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T06:15:47.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me Tinkerbell</title><summary type='text'>I have a coworker who I'll refer to as Engineer 1. He is a mechanical engineer and is, perhaps, my one of my all-time favorite coworkers. Over the last two years, we've been tossed into several flagging projects, typically with the implied threat of termination for failure, and we're both still employed. He has the combination of intelligence and common sense, which is excruciatingly rare. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6103964878707702705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=6103964878707702705' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/6103964878707702705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/6103964878707702705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/02/call-me-tinkerbell.html' title='Call Me Tinkerbell'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RcfylsJH2xI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ansoe3mqVBY/s72-c/FDcrop_final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-7770552861510380070</id><published>2007-01-31T03:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T03:23:29.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired By ACW</title><summary type='text'>This post by ACW reminded me that I had the following picture in my phone:Apparently,  Intro to the Internet 1 only covered pointing. Thus, an advanced class is required to introduce clicking. Well, if anything, I certainly feel better about the $1800 that I paid in Baltimore County taxes in 2006.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7770552861510380070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=7770552861510380070' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/7770552861510380070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/7770552861510380070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/01/inspired-by-acw.html' title='Inspired By ACW'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/Rby_B_-RT8I/AAAAAAAAANU/qXfmH0Ke1ns/s72-c/libsign_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-6658894352088808120</id><published>2007-01-29T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:50:41.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Engrish Toys</title><summary type='text'>Tonight, I finally finished unpacking my suitcase from my Midwestern Christmas trip, which contained some gifts that I'd forgotten about getting.  Somehow, I overlooked what is clearly one of the better gifts that I received:As you can see, it's a Pooping Sheep by Midlon Foods. Given the level of sophistication of my sense of humor, they correctly assumed that I'd find this to be the height of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6658894352088808120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=6658894352088808120' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/6658894352088808120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/6658894352088808120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/01/sheep.html' title='Engrish Toys'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RbHQQnxFbuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-E9yl7FzPT4/s72-c/sheep1_final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-7022121875250701115</id><published>2007-01-24T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:10:53.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Such An Ass</title><summary type='text'>Our company has PA system that is tied to the speaker of every deskphone and a series of loudspeakers. It is typically used for paging employees or making company-wide announcements. This morning, I'm sitting at my desk, conveying the image of productivity, when I hear a conversation being carried over the PA system. Apparently, an employee had inadvertently let something rest on the PAGE button </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7022121875250701115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=7022121875250701115' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/7022121875250701115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/7022121875250701115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-such-ass.html' title='I&apos;m Such An Ass'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-4679533727877709453</id><published>2007-01-22T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:44:05.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish My Memory</title><summary type='text'>Dearest Readers,It is my solemn duty to inform you that my death is imminent. One day last week, I awoke and found that I had pronounced facial swelling and a high fever. At first, I thought I was coming down with the flu, but when I looked in the mirror I saw otherwise. A small scratch had evolved into a sizable head wound and both eyes were swollen nearly shut. I hadn't seen my body react to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4679533727877709453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=4679533727877709453' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4679533727877709453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/4679533727877709453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/01/cherish-my-memory.html' title='Cherish My Memory'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RbV_lv-RT4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/XKQ_zGKFsHs/s72-c/toilet_final2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-2748717479489567167</id><published>2007-01-15T05:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:38:04.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I A Bad Man For Wanting To Have Peyton's Baby?</title><summary type='text'>Saturday, I called a friend of mine who also happens to be a sporting probability broker.  It was well before the kickoff of the Ravens game, so I was still able to place a wager. I don't gamble on sports much anymore - this was the first game I bet on this season. To my defense, I did compare the teams' stats during lunch on Friday and suspected that Baltimore's offense would probably flounder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2748717479489567167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=2748717479489567167' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/2748717479489567167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/2748717479489567167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/01/am-i-bad-man-for-wanting-to-have.html' title='Am I A Bad Man For Wanting To Have Peyton&apos;s Baby?'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RaxkQXxFbsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QLbm-Gb_6fQ/s72-c/27369934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-140042522557821032</id><published>2007-01-08T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:10:48.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a Bad Mother--Shut Your Mouth</title><summary type='text'>But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is that they will put the smack down on your simple ass:Here is the video:By extension, this means you obviously shouldn't mess with guys who have Tigger sheets, either.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/140042522557821032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=140042522557821032' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/140042522557821032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/140042522557821032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/01/hes-bad-mother-shut-your-mouth.html' title='He&apos;s a Bad Mother--Shut Your Mouth'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RaLN-iPfbBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1c_otcm9LNQ/s72-c/clocked_final.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-2196662926534035099</id><published>2007-01-03T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:43:24.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DUI Detector</title><summary type='text'>I read the following in an article on Yahoo News tonight:TOKYO - Toyota Motor Corp. is developing a fail-safe system for cars that detects drunken drivers and automatically shuts the vehicle down if sensors pick up signs of excessive alcohol consumption, a news report said Wednesday. Cars fitted with the detection system will not start if sweat sensors in the driving wheel detect high levels of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2196662926534035099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=2196662926534035099' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/2196662926534035099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/2196662926534035099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2007/01/dui-detector.html' title='DUI Detector'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-7761197501708778489</id><published>2006-12-20T06:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:19:22.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Service Contractor</title><summary type='text'>I saw this magnetic tag on a truck in one of BWI's parking lots yesterday. The picture hasn't been photoshopped in any way. This could be better than Asian massage parlors or topless maid services:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7761197501708778489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=7761197501708778489' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/7761197501708778489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/7761197501708778489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/12/full-service-contractor.html' title='Full Service Contractor'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RYkdEc8xNUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FcOBd_TdlcE/s72-c/fergie_final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-3922247917530957238</id><published>2006-12-17T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T17:04:27.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Empire Strokes Black</title><summary type='text'>A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire.During the battle, Rebel spies managed to steal secret plans to the Empire's ultimate weapon, the Dong Star, an armored space station with enough power to destroy an entire planet.In response to the ominous threat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3922247917530957238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=3922247917530957238' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/3922247917530957238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/3922247917530957238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/12/empire-strokes-black.html' title='The Empire Strokes Black'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RYW50M8xNII/AAAAAAAAADE/fkAWcWIrKH8/s72-c/darth_final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-7446301235398492693</id><published>2006-12-15T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:11:37.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Have Pissed Off God</title><summary type='text'>I'm not a particularly religious man, but on the on the other hand I'm not a complete idiot either. Consequently, there have been situations where I thought that God or whomever was talking directly to me and today was one of them. The object of the day was to travel to North Carolina for an interview with a corporate psychologist of a prospective employer.This should have been simple - go to the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7446301235398492693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=7446301235398492693' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/7446301235398492693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/7446301235398492693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-day.html' title='I Must Have Pissed Off God'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-5721753302890688202</id><published>2006-12-10T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:39:41.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 11:30. Do You Know Where Your Meat Is?</title><summary type='text'>The following e-mail was sent to all of the employees at my workplace. This is particularly troubling because I work in suburban Baltimore. The only portions that have been edited are in blue italics. From: Office Refrigerator AdministratorSent: Thursday, December 07, 2006 11:27 AMTo: AllSubject: MEAT IN THE FREEZER/ENG. REFRIGERATORAll,There is meat in the freezer outside XXXXXX’s office.  It is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5721753302890688202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=5721753302890688202' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/5721753302890688202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/5721753302890688202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-1130-do-you-know-where-your-meat-is.html' title='It&apos;s 11:30. Do You Know Where Your Meat Is?'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-401742166735305415</id><published>2006-12-03T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:05:56.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Warned You Bastards</title><summary type='text'>In my last post, I included the following disclaimer:I'm speaking figuratively, of course. If any of this wacky shit shows up at my house/workplace, I will come visit you personally with the EZE Castrator Kit. Merry Christmas. Of course, I thought that such a warning was an unnecessary precaution, since it should be readily apparent that I was joking about the contents of the post. However, after</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/401742166735305415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=401742166735305415' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/401742166735305415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/401742166735305415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-warned-you-bastards.html' title='I Warned You Bastards'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWlLIzxntXg/RXNsq3HlUAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GHsz3PpWobM/s72-c/BP_final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-116468476210808929</id><published>2006-11-29T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T06:38:38.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 26 Shopping Days Left</title><summary type='text'>Although the holiday season is supposed to be a time for relaxation and benevolence towards our fellow man, it often turns out to be a relatively stressful time of the year for many people. As Christmas looms closer, many are overcome by a sense of urgency that becomes overwhelming. Thus, as a service to you, I have simplified one of your more significant holiday tasks: Deciding what to buy tfg </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/116468476210808929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=116468476210808929' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116468476210808929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116468476210808929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/11/only-26-shopping-days-left.html' title='Only 26 Shopping Days Left'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-116476981095458221</id><published>2006-11-28T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:15:15.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Now.....</title><summary type='text'>And here’s to you, Mrs. RobinsonJesus loves you more than you will know(Wo wo wo)God bless you, please Mrs. RobinsonHeaven holds a place for those who pray(Hey hey hey – hey hey hey)We’d like to know a little bit about you for our filesWe’d like to help you learn to help yourselfLook around you, all you see are sympathetic eyesStroll around the grounds until you feel at homeAnd here’ to you, Mrs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/116476981095458221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=116476981095458221' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116476981095458221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116476981095458221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/11/everybody-now.html' title='Everybody Now.....'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-116353902941618512</id><published>2006-11-16T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:43:14.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crotch-The Epic Narrative, Part 57</title><summary type='text'>Last Friday, I had surgery to correct a hernia and, as a result, blog topics have been few and far between. Fortunately, I'm certain that we are united in our fascination with my crotch, so one more post on the subject seems to be in order.The surgery, itself, was fairly straightforward--at least the little that I remember. The anesthetic that they used knocked me unconscious with blissful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/116353902941618512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=116353902941618512' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116353902941618512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116353902941618512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-crotch-epic-narrative-part-57.html' title='My Crotch-The Epic Narrative, Part 57'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-116318593973275655</id><published>2006-11-10T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:12:19.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Got Down To Nut Cutting Time</title><summary type='text'>I'm thinking posts will be sporadic and influenced by potent opiated analgesics for awhile.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/116318593973275655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=116318593973275655' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116318593973275655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116318593973275655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-got-down-to-nut-cutting-time.html' title='We Got Down To Nut Cutting Time'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-116286458000241879</id><published>2006-11-06T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:00:09.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellow Republicans Unite!</title><summary type='text'>Remember to vote for Bob Ehrlich on Thursday, November 9th. A stronger Maryland depends on it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/116286458000241879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=116286458000241879' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116286458000241879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116286458000241879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/11/fellow-republicans-unite.html' title='Fellow Republicans Unite!'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-116208591847067632</id><published>2006-10-29T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:39:37.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cashing In</title><summary type='text'>Remember this post featuring a large coffee can full of silver change?Well, I followed some of your advice and took it to a Coinstar machine. I figured Coinstar's 9% fee was a small price to pay for not having to count it all. I honestly thought it would amount to about $150. I was wrong:It turned out to be worth about $465. All the cash isn't pictured because I indulged in a rash orgy of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/116208591847067632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=116208591847067632' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116208591847067632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116208591847067632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/10/cashing-in.html' title='Cashing In'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-116153029306852810</id><published>2006-10-22T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:37:02.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray For My Crotch</title><summary type='text'>There is a crisis looming on the horizon that has the potential to adversely the very fabric of our society. Please pay careful attention, because I cannot overstate the gravity of this situation. No, I don't have advanced notice of an impending terrorist plot nor am I talking about an inevitable financial meltdown. No, this crisis is related to matters of a far more serious nature: This involves</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/116153029306852810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=116153029306852810' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116153029306852810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116153029306852810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/10/pray-for-my-crotch.html' title='Pray For My Crotch'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-116105207351467110</id><published>2006-10-17T06:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T05:21:24.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bags In Trees</title><summary type='text'>I was looking at list of referrals to this blog on Sitemeter when I noticed that a blog called bagintrees.com had linked to me. This blog is essentially a photoblog that is dedicated to showing plastic bags that have become entangled in  urban trees. Most entries consist of a picture of a treed bag and a corresponding Google map providing the photo's origin. Here is the latest post, which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/116105207351467110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=116105207351467110' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116105207351467110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116105207351467110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/10/bags-in-trees.html' title='Bags In Trees'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-116034191299312922</id><published>2006-10-08T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:06:02.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessity is the Mother of Something or Other</title><summary type='text'>Every now and  again, I will be struck be a idea which is pure genius. In this case, my masterstroke involved the invention of a new form of illumination that can easily be adapted for household use. Basically, the device consists of a thin tungsten wire (or filament, as I like to call it) that is used to conduct electricity in a transparent medium that has been filled with an inert gas. As the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/116034191299312922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=116034191299312922' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116034191299312922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/116034191299312922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/10/necessity-is-mother-of-something-or.html' title='Necessity is the Mother of Something or Other'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115992773284385429</id><published>2006-10-03T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:24:08.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plates</title><summary type='text'>Earlier today, I was stuck on I-95 and noticed that there are an infinite variety of organizational license plates available from the Maryland MVA. Upon further investigation, I discovered that if you happen to spot three guys within a 50' radius of one another, they are apt to have their own license plate. Somehow, though, MVA has missed a few key organizations, so I have filled in the gaps.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115992773284385429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115992773284385429' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115992773284385429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115992773284385429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/10/plates.html' title='Plates'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115974463289048890</id><published>2006-10-01T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T19:17:12.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's This About?</title><summary type='text'>As may have guessed, I'm not big on trends or pop culture. I've never seen American Idol, Gray's Anatomy, or Deadwood. I don't own an iPod or know how to use the bluetooth earpiece that came with my phone. As far as I'm concerned, Brittany Spears, Kelly Clarkson, and Justin Timberlake are the same, inconsequential, person. Since I'm oblivious to current fads, I need some explanation. I'm as eager</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115974463289048890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115974463289048890' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115974463289048890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115974463289048890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-this-about.html' title='What&apos;s This About?'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115923137400350789</id><published>2006-09-25T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:42:54.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheer Genius</title><summary type='text'>The following pictures were forwarded to me today. I wish I had this kind of time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115923137400350789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115923137400350789' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115923137400350789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115923137400350789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/09/sheer-genius.html' title='Sheer Genius'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115871806366901687</id><published>2006-09-20T05:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T06:01:54.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than Arbor Day</title><summary type='text'>As noted on many of your blogs, yesterday was Talk Like a Pirate Day. I must admit that this internet holiday caught me be surprise, but I think that this is a great institution. Not talking like a pirate, of course, because that's dildolic, but the practice of making up improptu holidays throughout the year. Thus,  I have been inspired to declare my own internet holidays. Please mark your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115871806366901687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115871806366901687' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115871806366901687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115871806366901687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/09/better-than-arbor-day.html' title='Better Than Arbor Day'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115846760291907748</id><published>2006-09-18T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T00:09:48.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Change</title><summary type='text'>I have come to a juncture in my life where I am forced to make a major decision. No matter which path I choose, significant change will be involved. For weeks, I have known that I will have to resolve this situation, yet I haven't been able to muster the emotional wherewithal required to do so. Finally, I have reached the point where I can't afford to put this off any longer. If I don't act and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115846760291907748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115846760291907748' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115846760291907748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115846760291907748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/09/fear-of-change.html' title='Fear of Change'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115811199548298772</id><published>2006-09-13T06:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T06:57:10.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gayness Doesn't Pay</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, on the Mighty Blog, I read one of the gayest blog posts that has ever been written. And I don't mean the good kind of gay that brings us Fashion Week, track lighting, and hip clothing. I mean the other kind of gay. I'm talking about the I-just-found-out-that-my-newlywed-wife-is-really-a-man-who-is-mighty-skilled-in-the-use-of-kleenex-duct-tape-and-estrogen  kind of gay. In the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115811199548298772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115811199548298772' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115811199548298772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115811199548298772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/09/gayness-doesnt-pay.html' title='Gayness Doesn&apos;t Pay'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115782699379543551</id><published>2006-09-09T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:38:56.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tried &amp; True</title><summary type='text'>As I was perusing Blogtimore, I found this post by Malnutured Snay:When I went to Klein's for draino, the girl who checked me out (as in, "the checkout lane") commented, "I like your shirt." (Of course, I guess she checked me out as she checked me out).I'd forgotten what shirt I was wearing so I just sort of stammered a "Oh, thanks!" while my brain contemplated two things: one, what shirt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115782699379543551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115782699379543551' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115782699379543551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115782699379543551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/09/tried-true.html' title='Tried &amp; True'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115750700621112107</id><published>2006-09-07T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:44:14.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Playing with Dollhouses Make Me Gay?</title><summary type='text'>Earlier this evening, I was talking on my cell phone when I heard the telltale sounds of a car wreck outside my apartment. Not wanting to miss the chance to gawk at freshly mangled humans, I headed out to the yard to have myself a long look. As soon as I heard my apartment door lock behind me, I realized that I didn't have my keys on me. To compound the situation, I just commenced my semi-annual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115750700621112107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115750700621112107' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115750700621112107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115750700621112107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/09/does-playing-with-dollhouses-make-me.html' title='Does Playing with Dollhouses Make Me Gay?'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115690476079424728</id><published>2006-08-29T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:37:29.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boss,  the Accidental Comedian</title><summary type='text'>I'm due overdue for my annual salary review at work. Somehow it has been decided that a copy of my resume was required for the process. Since they have lost my original resume, I was asked to provide one. I forwarded it to my boss and recieved this e-mail:-----Original Message-----From: TFG's BossSent: Monday, August 28, 2006 5:00 PMTo: TFGSubject: RE: Emailing: resume-TFG.pdfThanks, you didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115690476079424728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115690476079424728' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115690476079424728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115690476079424728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-boss-accidental-comedian.html' title='My Boss,  the Accidental Comedian'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115500792570298371</id><published>2006-08-28T06:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T06:09:46.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Screw You Letter?</title><summary type='text'>Several weeks ago I applied for a job in Indianapolis. After several successful phone interviews, they decided they wanted to interview me, in person, at their "Corporate Headquarters" outside of Detroit. So, two weeks ago, I took a day off and flew to Detroit. The rental car lots are all off site, so I had to take a shuttle from the airport to get my rental. As soon as I got on the shuttle, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115500792570298371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115500792570298371' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115500792570298371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115500792570298371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-screw-you-letter.html' title='No Screw You Letter?'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115647433641660312</id><published>2006-08-25T05:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T06:02:12.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Job</title><summary type='text'>Earlier today I was perusing Money magazine's list of 100 best employers.  I was more than a little disappointed to see that my current employer, Rent-A-Retard, didn't make the list. Nevertheless, I did hit paydirt when I found this:Obviously, the prospect of working for a Fortune 500 company that is riding the 17 year patent protection/price-fixing profit rocket must be more lucrative than my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115647433641660312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115647433641660312' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115647433641660312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115647433641660312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/08/dream-job.html' title='Dream Job'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115612442788791891</id><published>2006-08-22T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:40:26.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, You Wankers Are Still Reading This.</title><summary type='text'>Much like herpes, I come and go but you can't get rid of me. So, where I have been for the last 2 months? Well, you won't be surprised to learn that I was kidnapped and forced into sexual servitude by a busload wagonload of Mennonite dominatrixes. I will spare you the sordid details, but I can tell you that I'll never be able to look at a butter churn without becoming somewhat aroused.Alright, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115612442788791891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115612442788791891' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115612442788791891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115612442788791891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/08/jesus-you-wankers-are-still-reading.html' title='Jesus, You Wankers Are Still Reading This.'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115162677312103088</id><published>2006-06-29T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:14:18.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail That Interview</title><summary type='text'>A critical part of the job hunting process is the interview. This is when the prospective employee and employer really get to size each other up. In order to stand out from the other candidates, it's important that you are mentally prepared for the interview. Fortunately, as a service to you, I have provided a list of common interview questions and answers that you can give to ensure that you get</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115162677312103088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115162677312103088' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115162677312103088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115162677312103088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/06/nail-that-interview.html' title='Nail That Interview'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115146413639622264</id><published>2006-06-27T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:10:04.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only You Can Prevent Trouser Fires</title><summary type='text'>Today, I outdid myself. Overnight, the electricity to my apartment must have temporarily gone out. Thus, I woke up at 8:30 AM to an alarm clock blinking 12:00. We are supposed to start working at 8:00 AM, so I was already late. I got into the shower with the feeling that I was forgetting something. Regardless, I showered and went to get dressed when I realized that I'd forgotten to transfer a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115146413639622264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115146413639622264' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115146413639622264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115146413639622264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/06/only-you-can-prevent-trouser-fires.html' title='Only You Can Prevent Trouser Fires'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115118446481873085</id><published>2006-06-25T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:41:42.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Follow Instructions</title><summary type='text'>As you may know, Mightonimous "Mighty" Dyckerson  is the father of The Mighty Blog, countless illegitimate livestock, and Dyckerson Enterprises Worldwide, which is a trusted name in the Amish homoerotic publishing industry. Clearly, Dyckerson is a busy man. When he graciously takes time out of his busy schedule to perform a public service, we should take heed.In an effort to make the Internets a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115118446481873085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115118446481873085' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115118446481873085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115118446481873085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/06/please-follow-instructions.html' title='Please Follow Instructions'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115034371442881962</id><published>2006-06-14T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T07:31:46.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallmark MacGyver</title><summary type='text'>As I have mentioned before, my father and I aren't particularly enthusiastic about holidays. Particularly when it comes to exchanging greetings card. We traditionally exchange previously used cards, where we have replaced the prior sender's writing with our own. For instance, here is the last birthday card that I sent to him.Today, I realized that Father's Day is this upcoming Sunday. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115034371442881962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115034371442881962' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115034371442881962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115034371442881962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/06/hallmark-macgyver.html' title='Hallmark MacGyver'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115025928782718753</id><published>2006-06-14T07:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:48:05.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Translator Required</title><summary type='text'>I used to think that I spoke English. Not perfect English, mind you, but I always felt that if I had to communicate with someone from another English-speaking nation, I could do so. What I've found is that this may still be true, so long as that person isn't from England.This week, I am in Minnesota on business and I am working closely with an English engineer. On the whole, he's pretty sharp, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115025928782718753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115025928782718753' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115025928782718753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115025928782718753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/06/translator-required.html' title='Translator Required'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-115003914142605086</id><published>2006-06-11T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T12:58:20.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuttiness</title><summary type='text'>Over the last nine months, I've noticed a distinct pattern in the blogosphere. When a blog begins to "die" the symptoms are fairly predictable. First, the posts become increasingly less intelligible and/or funny. Next, the frequency of posting decreases, until, finally, the blog goes into permanent limbo. I attribute this process to the blogger realizing the internet's true purpose, which is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/115003914142605086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=115003914142605086' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115003914142605086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/115003914142605086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/06/nuttiness.html' title='Nuttiness'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114964593995673307</id><published>2006-06-06T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:05:40.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Satan Day</title><summary type='text'>I don't attribute much biblical significance to the date, as I don't attribute much significance to the Bible. Nevertheless, Revelations 13:16-18 states:Also it causes all, both small and great, both rich and poor, both free and slave, to be marked on the right hand or the forehead, so that no one can buy or sell who does not have the mark, that is, the name of the beast or the number of his name</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114964593995673307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114964593995673307' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114964593995673307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114964593995673307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-satan-day.html' title='Happy Satan Day'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114954753519819798</id><published>2006-06-05T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:18:15.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfuckingbelievable</title><summary type='text'>Let's say you are a manager and you have an employee that has been busting his ass. Let's say your employee has been working 50-60 hour weeks, with absolutely no extra compensation and only took 3 days off in May (none of which were on the Memorial Day holiday). Do you:A. Figure out how to get him a sigificant raise?B. Give him some bonus vacation days?C. Figure out how to reduce his workload, so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114954753519819798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114954753519819798' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114954753519819798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114954753519819798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/06/unfuckingbelievable.html' title='Unfuckingbelievable'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114886499226637551</id><published>2006-05-30T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:42:34.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Screw You Now?</title><summary type='text'>Aside from the major oil companies, if there was ever a corporation that was in need of some good old fashioned trust-busting, it is Verizon. Their stranglehold on the cellular phone market is evident in their predatory practices and piss-poor customer service. In my opinion, the only reason for using them is the quality of their coverage, particularly in rural areas, which I occasionally find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114886499226637551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114886499226637551' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114886499226637551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114886499226637551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-we-screw-you-now.html' title='Can We Screw You Now?'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114874268959946325</id><published>2006-05-27T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:44:31.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask the Internets</title><summary type='text'>I have managed to con Verizon Wireless into moving up the date that I am eligible for their "New Every Two" program, which provides a $100 credit towards a new phone every two years.  The problem is that there are about a billion different phones to choose from. I definitely want a camera on the new phone and I haven't completely ruled out a PDA-type phone. Thus, I am looking for recommendations </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114874268959946325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114874268959946325' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114874268959946325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114874268959946325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/05/ask-internets.html' title='Ask the Internets'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114860618713443141</id><published>2006-05-26T06:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T06:40:24.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaming Jablonskis</title><summary type='text'>If you are wondering, the Auschwitz Diet is approximately in its 8th week. I say approximately, because I made a conscious effort to eat more than 500 calories/day, once I reached 165 lbs, which was 2 weeks ago. However, as you can see in the table below, it hasn't worked out that way, so I'm 3 lbs under the target weight.      Initial WeightFinal WeightNetWeek 1-8 185 lbs162 lbs-23 lbsOne factor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114860618713443141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114860618713443141' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114860618713443141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114860618713443141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/05/flaming-jablonskis.html' title='Flaming Jablonskis'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114835833687764865</id><published>2006-05-23T05:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T06:57:04.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Warning</title><summary type='text'>Once, while looking for a dog at the Humane Society, I found one that looked like a winner. I took him out of his kennel and was walking him around when he stopped at another kennel and wizzed directly on another dog. Instead of being shocked or angry, I was thankful. In that instant, the dog had told me everything I needed to know, I didn't need to waste anymore time on him. This doesn't happen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114835833687764865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114835833687764865' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114835833687764865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114835833687764865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/05/early-warning.html' title='Early Warning'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114764800241621610</id><published>2006-05-17T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T06:54:46.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crotch = mc2</title><summary type='text'>As you probably know, the search for novel alternative energy sources is underway, in earnest. This can be attributed tothe fact that the earth's petroleum-based resources are finite and are most likely dwindling. In fact, President Bush said that, "We are addicted to oil," in his State of the Union address and it is rumored that Vice President Cheney's has been caught abusing himself while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114764800241621610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114764800241621610' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114764800241621610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114764800241621610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-crotch-mc2.html' title='My Crotch = mc&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114745458074404728</id><published>2006-05-12T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:23:00.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Excellent Conversation</title><summary type='text'>Time: 11:45 AMPlace: WorkNosy Coworker: Where are you going?Me: Home.NC: Do you mean to lunch?Me: Nope. I'm going home.NC: It's only 11:45. Did you take half a vacation day?Me: Nope.NC (irritated): How can you do this?Me: Easily. I get in the car and drive home. It's OK, I told the engineering secretary.NC: I thought you were real busy.Me: I am. Insanely so, but I hit 40 hours yesterday and I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114745458074404728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114745458074404728' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114745458074404728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114745458074404728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/05/most-excellent-conversation.html' title='Most Excellent Conversation'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114734472863445369</id><published>2006-05-11T06:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T09:03:41.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snookum's Pussy Hurts</title><summary type='text'>It's 6:20 AM, and I'm at work. I've been here since 6:00 AM and I'll probably leave at 7:00 PM. Despite the fact that it's only Thursday, I've already worked 40 hours for the week and I will most likely work 12 hours on Saturday. Considering, I'm salaried and not hourly, this bites the proverbial big one.When I got here, I had e-mails either assigning me more projects or asking when current </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114734472863445369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114734472863445369' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114734472863445369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114734472863445369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/05/snookums-pussy-hurts.html' title='Snookum&apos;s Pussy Hurts'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114701988064655072</id><published>2006-05-07T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T12:43:09.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter Filthiness Documented</title><summary type='text'>If you have read any of my anti-corporate rants/posts, you may think that I'm a pinko-commie-liberal-hippy-Jerry loving-tree hugging-dope smoking-tinfoil hat wearing-conspiracy theorist. Although you might be correct, I strongly urge you to read Hostile Takeover by David Sirota. It is a non-partisan discussion of how corporations have used the campaign finance process to entirely circumvent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114701988064655072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114701988064655072' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114701988064655072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114701988064655072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/05/utter-filthiness-documented.html' title='Utter Filthiness Documented'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114679702669306828</id><published>2006-05-05T07:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T12:46:44.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Worries</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, Broadsheet posted a link to an interesting article about couples who choose not to marry, but instead maintain seperate households. The couples interviewed for the article inferred that they made this decision in order  to preserve there own spaces. These people seemed very happy with the arrangement and, personally, I really don't care what people do so long as it's consensual. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114679702669306828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114679702669306828' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114679702669306828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114679702669306828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-worries.html' title='No Worries'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114663130662620113</id><published>2006-05-03T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:25:14.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I, the Jury</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, in Assclownopolis Circuit Court, the nefarious Mr. Orange was found guilty of first degree murder for his role in the gruesome death of Mr. Green. The linchpin of State's Attorney Fool's case was this damning piece of forensic evidence:Following a brief deliberation, the guilty verdict was delivered by a jury of Mr. Orange's peers.Upon receiving the verdict, the Honorable TFG made the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114663130662620113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114663130662620113' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114663130662620113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114663130662620113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-jury.html' title='I, the Jury'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114642761349322606</id><published>2006-04-30T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T17:21:32.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Stupid Can We Get?</title><summary type='text'>I am entirely disgusted with the illegal immigration "debate" that is going on in this country. This is another scheme in an seemingly endless train of legislative initiatives designed to increase corporate profits, at the expense of the American people. Non-enforcement of immigration laws or creating a guest worker program is nothing more than an attempt to depress wages and further the policy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114642761349322606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114642761349322606' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114642761349322606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114642761349322606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-stupid-can-we-get.html' title='How Stupid Can We Get?'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114618661359297545</id><published>2006-04-28T05:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T08:03:57.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in ADD</title><summary type='text'>As I've mentioned before, I suspect that I have ADD. I have never been officially diagnosed, but the last time I looked at the DSM-IV, I had just about every symptom. I am not convinced this is a disease, but I have noticed that it does cause me to do things differently than other people. When I watch TV, I don't watch a particular show, I watch all of them. If someone is with me, I'll surrender </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114618661359297545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114618661359297545' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114618661359297545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114618661359297545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/04/adventures-in-add.html' title='Adventures in ADD'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114600965716493527</id><published>2006-04-26T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T08:59:10.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Crap #4</title><summary type='text'>I've got nada.1. Auschwitz Diet: Week 3Initial WeightFinal WeightNetWeek 1185 lbs177 lbs-8 lbsWeek 2177 lbs174 lbs-3 lbsWeek 3174 lbs171 lbs-3 lbsTotal-14 lbsOn Saturday, I realized that I couldn't stomach another Subway sub. Additionally, I had doubts all along about the how accurate Subway's calorie count was. Instead, I've switched to two bottles of Ensure High Protein (240 calories/bottle) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114600965716493527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114600965716493527' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114600965716493527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114600965716493527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-crap-4.html' title='Random Crap #4'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114587522579925049</id><published>2006-04-24T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T13:30:13.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thoughts From About Romance</title><summary type='text'>If you have read any of this blog, I think we can agree that my New Year's resolution to become more sensitive has not yet reached its full potential. Additionally, it has recently come to my attention that my skills in matters romantic may be lacking. Since I am a firm believer that one should address their deficiencies head on, I decide to take action. I figured the best way to learn the ways </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114587522579925049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114587522579925049' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114587522579925049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114587522579925049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-thoughts-from-about-romance.html' title='More Thoughts From About Romance'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114572722980922605</id><published>2006-04-22T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:44:37.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love It When We Screw Ourselves</title><summary type='text'>Let's say that you wanted to do a little something different this Christmas and give the gift of hydrocarbon. What you would do is contact your broker and buy one NYMEX Division light, sweet crude oil futures contract. Once the contract expired, you would arrange for delivery of your 1000 barrels of crude oil.If you actually took delivery of the crude oil, you would be in the minority. Less than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114572722980922605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114572722980922605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114572722980922605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114572722980922605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-it-when-we-screw-ourselves.html' title='I Love It When We Screw Ourselves'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114563292350851313</id><published>2006-04-22T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T09:10:08.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Romantic Question: Updated for Cham</title><summary type='text'>Does having sex (with an adult, you perverts) on Winnie the Pooh sheets make me a deviant? I'm just wondering.Updated: 4/22/06Per Cham's request (see comments), I have posted the picture that she requested. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114563292350851313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114563292350851313' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114563292350851313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114563292350851313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/04/quick-romantic-question-updated-for.html' title='Quick Romantic Question: Updated for Cham'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114549173828327105</id><published>2006-04-20T06:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T06:30:20.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auschwitz Diet: Week 2</title><summary type='text'>As I mentioned last week, I am doing an experiment where I try to limit my daily caloric intake to 500-600. This value is in the range that is estimated to have been provided to Holocaust victims by their Nazi captors. Per the load scale on our docks at work, Wednesday's weight was 174. The results, to date, are as follows:Initial WeightFinal WeightNetWeek 1185 lbs177 lbs-8 lbsWeek 2177 lbs174 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114549173828327105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114549173828327105' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114549173828327105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114549173828327105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/04/auschwitz-diet-week-2.html' title='Auschwitz Diet: Week 2'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18290835.post-114541123431220431</id><published>2006-04-19T07:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T07:30:15.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Professionalism</title><summary type='text'>With all of the focus in the contemporary workplace on productivity and efficiency, it is easy to overlook the significance of professionalism in business communications. Not only is this true of discourse, but also with respect to modern mediums such as e-mail. It is important to remember that the opinions of your peers and superiors are formed, in part, on the basis of these exchanges. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/114541123431220431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18290835&amp;postID=114541123431220431' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114541123431220431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18290835/posts/default/114541123431220431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assclownopolis.blogspot.com/2006/04/office-professionalism.html' title='Office Professionalism'/><author><name>tfg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/527189806_b68b669b0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
