<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324</id><updated>2009-02-21T03:55:04.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bdoff's Happy Fun Gay Times Returns</title><subtitle type='html'>If you liked my happy fun gay times from a year ago, then you'll love the return of my awesome blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109892902395227094</id><published>2004-10-27T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T19:03:43.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So I'm sitting here watching the World Series game 4 right now and I thought I'd drop by and drop you all a line.  I'm getting a little concerned however because its the end of the third inning, Boston is up 3-0, they have a 3-0 series lead, and there is still no sign of Babe Ruth.  Now I know Babe Ruth is dead....I'm referring to his curse of course.  Those of you whom are baseball fans know what I'm talking about.  But for those of you whom aren't, allow me to elaborate.  Back in 1918, the Boston Red Sox were the most dominant team in Baseball, thanks to their pitcher and power hitter, Babe Ruth.  However, a sudden and shocking trade sent Babe Ruth to the New York Yankees organization.  Ever since that trade, the Yankees have had tremendous success and Boston....well Boston has choked.....A LOT!  Some say it's just been a string of bad luck, and a very long string at that.  Others however say that the spirit of Babe Ruth has been plaguing the Red Sox for all these years, and that is why they have failed to win a World Series.  What makes it even more interesting is that they've had their chances.  It seems like every year they are in the playoffs and three times since 1918 they have made the World Series itself.  However, they never fail to amaze their fan base with a new way to screw it all up.  But like I said, maybe it is out of their control.  Maybe the spirit of Babe Ruth is just too powerful.  Or maybe the curse has passed.  As of right now that appears to be the case.  Allow me to explain my theory.  Lets think about this for a moment.   What would happen if a counter curse hit Boston?  What am I talking about you ask?  Well allow me to explain.  What would happen if Boston made an aquisition and actually benefited from it.  Well that alone would not be a big deal, because their is always someone who benefits from a trade.  But what if this person that they acquired possessed a curse of their own.  This in turn would take over the curse in Boston and turn Babe Ruth's curse into positive energy, therefore resulting in a World Championship within a couple years.  The new, more powerful curse would of course take it's negative effects on the team that traded or got rid of the particular player.  So where the hell am I going with this you ask?  Well don't get your panties in a bunch.  Let me finish.  Manny Ramirez.  He is the key to this whole mess.  You see once upon a time good ole Manny played for the Cleveland Indians, and they had some success.  They had a string of 6 consecutive years where they made the playoffs and did pretty well, making the World Series two of those years.  Unfortunately, John Hart left the organization for Texas and this other asshole came in and started running the show like he was.....ok so maybe he was the one who was supposed to be running the show.  My point is, before I knew what hit the franchise, Manny was gone and in Boston.  He didn't completely leave however.  He left his curse behind, which as far as I'm concerned is much worse than Babe Ruth's curse.  What am I getting at?  Well folks you heard it here first.....the Cleveland Indians are the majors new cursed team.  Forget about the Boston Red Sox.  They are on the verge of winning their first world championship in 86 years.   It's the Cleveland Indians...and it could be a long time before they are singing "Cleveland Rocks" on the shores  of Lake Erie.  My guess is 200 years....well past my lifetime.  However, if somehow the Red Sox find a way to lose this World Series, everything I've ranted about has been worthless and I just wasted 20 minutes of my life.  Until next time.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the curse of Babe Ruth fo real?  Is the curse of Manny Ramirez fo real?  Fo shizzle?  My nizzle?  What the crap am I talking about?  Find out next time...same gay time...same gay place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109892902395227094?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109892902395227094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109892902395227094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109892902395227094' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109703138505090446</id><published>2004-10-05T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:56:25.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEY FOLKS!  Long time no post.  Well Ive been really really busy lately, but things are starting to calm down here a bit.  That is why Im finally back with you all, posting like I always wish I could.  Unfortunately that force, known as THE MAN, has kept me from you for a month or two.  Seriously, THE MAN is really pissing me off lately.  College really sucks for a start.  Then there is work, which always sucks, but getting paid is a necessity.  Maybe if I have time I can still fit in some golf, but I dont bet my life on it.  Seriously, I cant wait for these "glory days" aka college to be done with.  They are so stressful and even though I only go two days a week, lets remember Im taking 18 credit hours which just blows.  Just to give you a clue as to how stressed I am, I have provided some pictures for you to look at.  These pictures provide you with visuals of my post school activities, and how I go about dealing with the stress of college.  Unfortunately, Im a dumbass and I posted all the pictures backwards.  So look at the last picture first, the second to last picture second, and so on.  Be sure to read on after them for I have more to rant about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109703138505090446?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109703138505090446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109703138505090446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109703138505090446' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109703094888690565</id><published>2004-10-05T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:49:08.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/DSCF0069.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/DSCF0069.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After all my post school activities, I fall asleep....finally the end of a long ass day.  Unfortunately, I have to do it all again the next day.  What is the point of life again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109703094888690565?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109703094888690565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109703094888690565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109703094888690565' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109703086412013265</id><published>2004-10-05T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:47:44.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/DSCF0068.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/DSCF0068.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Im done yanking all my hair out, I usually calm down and watch tv.  The tv is to the left of me there...its what Im looking at. It really helps to ease my pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109703086412013265?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109703086412013265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109703086412013265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109703086412013265' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109703078215394061</id><published>2004-10-05T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:46:22.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/DSCF0067.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/DSCF0067.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second thing I do after a long day at school. Usually after my headache subsides, I get really pissed and I start to yank my hair out. Luckily I have strong roots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109703078215394061?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109703078215394061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109703078215394061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109703078215394061' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109703066929276799</id><published>2004-10-05T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:44:29.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/DSCF0066.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/DSCF0066.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first thing I do everyday when I get home from school.  After a long stressful day, I lay down on my bed and ponder why the crap I put myself through so much pain and suffering.  Then I usually realize that I have a really bad headache, but there isnt a damn thing I can do about it because I dont have any Advil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109703066929276799?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109703066929276799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109703066929276799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109703066929276799' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109703048566902041</id><published>2004-10-05T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:41:25.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok....all that put aside lets move on.   I have one little rant for tonight.  Lately in my Mass Communications class we have been talking about music, and how it influences society.  Well our professor time and time again asks us why we think people get so emotional about music, and I never say anything, but I should.  Now I don't know exactly why you personally get emotional about words with a flow, aka music,  and to tell you the truth I dont know why I do either.  But I do know one thing.......todays music is CRAP!  Seriously, now adays all one has to do is put a couple of cuss words together, add a beat that a dog's wagging tail can create, and you have yourself a platinum album.  Ok...so that applies to rap.  What about all that other crap they play on 92.5 and 98.3.  Jessica Simpson, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera.....they shouldnt try to impress people with their music, because it all is crap.  Artists like them need to start being able to tell their right from their left.....that would impress me.  Seriously now, whatever happened to the days when one would sit down in front of the tube and watch music videos.  Do you remember what those were?  I'm not talking about a bunch of manwhores dancing around Christina Aguilera in a dark ceiler.....although I didnt mind that one so much for obvious reasons.  I'm talking about the good ole 80s videos, when all one had to do was film a man and a woman making out and put it in slow motion.  Yeah it was kind of boring, but the music itself always delivered.  Being a fan of the 80s, and Billy Joel, Foreigner, Elton John, and Don Henley more specifically, I have to agree that the days of good music are gone, and until agents in todays music industry can look past the mumbling, slutty, incoherant people also known as artists, I will continue to feel that way.  Now you know another reason why I get so stressed these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I've ranted on plenty for tonight.  There is plenty more to come soon and I PROMISE you I will try and deliver more often.  Hey....look at the bright side of things...at least I deliver more than today's music!  Until next time........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Brian's stress cause him to get gray hair?  Does the music in today's world really suck that bad, or is Brian just in a really bad mood?  How many more years will it be before Brian updates again?  Find out next time...same gay time...same gay place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109703048566902041?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109703048566902041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109703048566902041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109703048566902041' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109271024321878752</id><published>2004-08-16T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:37:23.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello there fellow readers.  I want to get something off my chest right away.  I know some of you have complained about the quality of the posts lately, and personally I could give a flying fudge.  I'm trying my best here so DEAL WITH IT!  Sorry about that...ok.  There is so much I would like to go off about and I know you all would like to hear it, but I'm going to have to save that for another day for I have better plans for tonight's festivities.  It came to my attention last week that I make reference to many people in my life, and some of you haven't the slightest idea whom I'm talking about.  So tonight I'm goign to do what no other blog has done before.  Ok...so that's probably not true.  But it is true to say that I have never done it.  I'm going to post nothing but pictures.  That's right...using my lastest advancements in picture technology, I'm going to post pictures of my friends, myself, and anything else I feel relevent.  Hopefully this will give you all a better idea of who I am and what my life is like behind the scenes here at Bdoff's Happy Fun Gay Times. So without further ado, lets get to the pics........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109271024321878752?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109271024321878752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109271024321878752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109271024321878752' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270923748382369</id><published>2004-08-16T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:20:37.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/Me.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/Me.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is me...in case you didn't know that. I'm not very photogenic as you can see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270923748382369?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270923748382369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270923748382369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270923748382369' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270918312806399</id><published>2004-08-16T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:19:43.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/Me%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/Me%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of me on my way home from a waterpark earlier this summer.  I got burnt pretty bad that day as you can see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270918312806399?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270918312806399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270918312806399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270918312806399' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270900147111189</id><published>2004-08-16T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:16:41.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/Laird.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/Laird.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my housemate at the moment, Aaron Laird.  He can be more of a bitch than my mom at times, but he is usually pretty nice to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270900147111189?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270900147111189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270900147111189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270900147111189' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270893004309124</id><published>2004-08-16T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:15:30.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/Bock.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/Bock.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is Hollywood Bryan Bockbrader. This is the kid that goes to school out in L.A. and is going to make it big someday.  At least that's what he says........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270893004309124?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270893004309124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270893004309124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270893004309124' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270889672222832</id><published>2004-08-16T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:14:56.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/MB1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/MB1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my good friend, Scott Shiffert.  A lot of people thinks he looks like Stiffler from the American Pie trilogy. Personally, I think he looks hung over though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270889672222832?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270889672222832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270889672222832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270889672222832' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270877721545757</id><published>2004-08-16T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:12:57.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/MB15.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/MB15.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another good friend of mine, Bryn Metcalf.  He thinks he is all buff, but I could take him.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270877721545757?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270877721545757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270877721545757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270877721545757' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270867784828307</id><published>2004-08-16T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:11:17.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/A%20guy%2C%20a%20girl%2C%20and%20an%20idiot.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/A%20guy%2C%20a%20girl%2C%20and%20an%20idiot.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture from my freshman year at UT.  That's me on the left of course, my good friend and sophomore roommate Aaron Sarver, and our other friend from ole Eastwood High, Shelly Fox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270867784828307?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270867784828307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270867784828307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270867784828307' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270855800988745</id><published>2004-08-16T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:09:18.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/Apartment%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/Apartment%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of our living room and my other housemate/friend since fourth grade, Scott Sibbersen.  As you can see from his gesture, we get along real great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270855800988745?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270855800988745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270855800988745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270855800988745' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270846807493745</id><published>2004-08-16T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:07:48.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/Apartment.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/Apartment.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my room in the new apartment. ISN'T THAT 24 POSTER AWESOME?! I got it framed you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270846807493745?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270846807493745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270846807493745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270846807493745' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270825357939516</id><published>2004-08-16T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:04:13.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/Apartment%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/Apartment%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kitchen in our apartment...I like it a lot. That's all I can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270825357939516?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270825357939516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270825357939516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270825357939516' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270813269996149</id><published>2004-08-16T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:38:50.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/Laird%27s%20Ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/Laird%27s%20Ass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nice picture of our Basement.  Oh...that's Laird's ass too, but I wasn't taking a picture of that I swear.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270813269996149?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270813269996149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270813269996149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270813269996149' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270802716758141</id><published>2004-08-16T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:00:27.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/Me%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/Me%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another picture of me that I took in our bathroom.  Looks like I found yet another way to check myself out in the mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270802716758141?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270802716758141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270802716758141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270802716758141' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109270937487574681</id><published>2004-08-16T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:22:54.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's that time again!  Time for what you ask?  Ok so you didn't...but I always like to build things up a bit.  So yeah I know some of you out there aren't happy with the quality of the posts lately, and frankly I could give a flying fudge.  I'm trying my best here so just BACK OFF!  Ok.....I'm sorry...that was a little over the top.  However, I have been keeping a mental list of things to go off about and believe me, when the time is right, I will.  But with this latest breakthrough in picture technology, I feel I just have to get this post out of the way.  Tonight's post is going to be unlike any other I've ever done before.  I realized this past week that I always make reference to my friends and how we have all these wild times together, yet some of you have no clue who I'm talking about.  Well those days are over my friends.  You know longer will be able to use the excuse, "I didn't read/enjoy your blog because I didn't know who you were talking about.", because tonight my friends, I'm going to unofficially introduce you to my best friends, and give you kind of a sneak peek behind the life of myself, the creator of Bdoff's Happy Fun Gay Times, Brian Brough.  How am I going to achieve this awesome feat you ask?  Well just scroll down and enjoy my friends......I was talking to you when I said my friends by the way....but I want you to enjoy my friends as well, because I've got some good pictures of them....so enjoy my friends....this means YOU!...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109270937487574681?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270937487574681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109270937487574681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109270937487574681' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109211080611976744</id><published>2004-08-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T21:06:46.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I got in a fight with my mom once,  probably the only time I've ever gone off on her, and to this day I'm not very proud of it.  She ended up calling me a son of a b*tch and I responded with "Well what does that make you then?"  Yeah...I got grounded after that one.  Anyways, ever since that day, she started posting signs around our house.  These weren't your ordinary signs however.  I think she took them from her first grade classroom or something.  To this day I still dont know what inspires her to post them.  Maybe she feels that by me reading them, I will think twice before saying something stupid.  And it sucks because she puts them in places where I cant miss them.  For example, behind the bathroom door which stands right in front of the toilet itself.  So while I sit there taking my Cleveland Steamer,  I have to put up with reading these signs...over...and over...and over again.  Let me get to the point.  She put up a sign this week that was made by a company called Character Counts.  It was a poster of a girl golfing and there was a quote next to her.  It read....."Play with heart.....win with class.....lose with dignity." - Michael Jacobsen (President of Character Counts)  I sat there after reading that and thought to myself what a wonderful quote.  Then I had to glance back and see who said it because I couldnt remember.  Michael Jacobsen.......PRESIDENT OF CHARACTER COUNTS!  What the crap is up with that?  Some guy takes his own words, puts them on a poster, calls himself Character Counts Corporation, and makes money off that?  Im glad Im a business major, because if business is that easy, I could make millions with some of my stupid quotes.  See for yourself.....here are the top five quotes I have ever made....at least the ones I can remember anyways..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote number 5- "Get off my ass you f*cking ass!" - Myself getting mad at a car that was riding my rear in the Best Buy parking lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote number 4- "Do I have something hanging from my nose?" - Myself at lunch with Sarver (When I said it, I whispered it in his ear so that nobody at the table would hear.  He couldnt keep from laughing though, and eventually my secert was exposed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote number 3- "YES!  IT WILL BE LIKE MIGHTY DUCKS 3 WHEN THE JV BEAT THE VARSITY!" - Myself senior year of high school- my honors physics teacher came up with the idea of a competition between our class and the conceptual physics class.  When I heard about the plan, I shouted that quote out in front of a completely silent class.  Not my finest moment, but it gained some laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote number 2- "When the going get tough, the Brough get going." - Myself- Ive always used that quote, especially when the tough gets going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote number 1- "If I could hit a drive like that, I'd quit school!" - Myself responding to a drive Ross Lingenfelder hit on number 13 at Tanglewood in eighth grade.  To this day I still dont know what the crap I meant by that, and thats exactly why its the number one quote Ive ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for today.  I hope you enjoyed my top five quotes of all time.  If I say anything stupid in the future, Ill be sure to post it.  Until next time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Brian's mom really call him an SOB?   Does the Brough really get going when the going gets tough, or does the going get Brough when the tough get going?  Are you confused by that last question? (I know it boggled my mind.)  Find out next time.  Same gay time...same gay place.  Lata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109211080611976744?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109211080611976744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109211080611976744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109211080611976744' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109210872498357250</id><published>2004-08-09T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T20:32:04.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/sign6.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/sign6.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day....read it closely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109210872498357250?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109210872498357250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109210872498357250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109210872498357250' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109123051165907773</id><published>2004-07-30T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:35:11.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the extra picture of the day that I promised I would throw in...this one is funny as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109123051165907773?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109123051165907773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109123051165907773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109123051165907773' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392324.post-109123038513489289</id><published>2004-07-30T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:33:05.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/640/1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/8/1396/320/1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture of the day...I found this funny...I hope you do too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392324-109123038513489289?l=bdoffreturns.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109123038513489289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392324/posts/default/109123038513489289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdoffreturns.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109123038513489289' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960006149809734206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04338638362186212639'/></author></entry></feed>