<?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-3336416</id><updated>2011-12-14T20:50:08.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Town Peeps Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-114472763862198437</id><published>2006-04-10T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:08:31.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I can't believe this shitbitch is still up... tito and I were googling things and ran across this POS and decided we might bring it back from its two year hiatus.  Collegedump.net shut down after we became college students and thus have an extreme lack of money to pay for anything other than food and alcohol. The site has alot of classic posts from our highscool days.  We figure we had alot of fans back in the day and some of them might wanna know what we are up to these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot has happened in the two years since this thing was last updated.  We started a couple of other sites that got pretty popular.  Those sites eventually closed because we are cheap.  We graduated highschool.  We were involved in numerous shenanigans and general tom foolery.  I joined the army.  Cobes joined the air force.  Tito is still a lazy piece of crap.  We all go to some form of college, most of us at UW-Madison.  Cobes has kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, uh...welcome back to the site.  Hopefully this wont just be a limited time affair, and we might actually get a good run out of this, I don't know.  If you see some changes taking place around here it probably means we're sticking with it, but if you are looking at this post two years from today...well, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-114472763862198437?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/feeds/114472763862198437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336416&amp;postID=114472763862198437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/114472763862198437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/114472763862198437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-hell-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-110600690143651736</id><published>2005-01-17T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T18:11:25.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Collegedump.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case there are still people visiting this site, you've probably noticed a swift dropoff in updates. That's because we dont post here anymore and we've moved to a different website. Different style. The new site is all in PHP which means you can register and login to the site and use things like the forum and download content. The new site is at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.collegedump.net/"&gt;www.collegedump.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-110600690143651736?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/feeds/110600690143651736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336416&amp;postID=110600690143651736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/110600690143651736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/110600690143651736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2005/01/collegedump.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-109201411829976919</id><published>2004-08-08T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T20:15:18.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This post is Atkins friendly.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shotgun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point:  You suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, seriously, you suck.  I mean, look at you, you're a disgrace to human kind.  You've got those acid washed jeans like you're in the eighties.  And the haircut circa 1967.  You're wearing a Boyz II Men shirt.  You couldn't be any more laughable.  Why do you insist on living and taking up our vital oxygen?  If you were an inatimate object, you would be a piece of shit.  No literally, a log sitting in the bottom of a toilet.  You seriously need to go find a cliff, and then fall off of it like a lemming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I saw you walk into Kwik Trip that day, I knew you were a loser.  You got out of your piece of shit 1987 Buick Regal, and I knew you were bad news.  Its not just that, but you were walking around like you were tough shit.  I mean, you had biker gloves on and a leather jacket that was straight from the 80's.  And not the good part of the 80's in which I was born, I'm talking the horrible, poke your eyes out with sporks, George Michaels part of the 80's.  It's horrible.  Just fuckin leave already.  No, seriously, what are you still doing here?  How did you get in here anyways?  Seriously, I'm getting scared...are you stalking me?  Don't force me to call security.  I'm going to do it.  I'm picking up the phone.  No, don't pull that gun out of your 1980's style leather jacket.  No, don't point it at me.  All right, that's it, I'm calling security.  No, don't cock that gun.  No, don't switch the saftey off.  Violence isn't necissary dude.  You got a crazy look in your eyes man, almost like you're gonna shoot me....You don't have to do tha......................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counterpoint: I dont suck, you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, if you knew anything about fashion, you'd know that everything in fashion doesn't truly go out for good, it's just recycled, and pulled out of the closet a couple decades later.  My jacket for example.  Those kids at Columbine so brought them back.  It just happend that they were slightly longer than the one I own.  The music of the 80's never died either.  I mean, VH1 turned into "I love the 80's" for a year straight, so don't go on tellin me that the 80's are dead.  In fact, they aren't dead, and you suck.  That's right, you may have security but I have Billy Idol.  He's badass, and so am I.  You know what, I don't suck, you do.. Smell ya later.  Well, before I go, let me just do this one thing.  BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-109201411829976919?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/feeds/109201411829976919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336416&amp;postID=109201411829976919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/109201411829976919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/109201411829976919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-post-is-atkins-friendly.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-109116929802449392</id><published>2004-07-30T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T12:41:48.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;What in the hell? An update?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah I guess so. Apparently I've been away so long that Blogger has changed its whole interface. It's really fucked up and fancy now. I really liked the old way alot better when it was just me and some HTML. Anyway summer has been decent. &lt;blockquote&gt;Recently rounded off July with &lt;a href="http://www.summerfest.com"&gt;Summerfest&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.warpedtour.com"&gt;Warped Tour&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt; The general theme for summer is that this site dies down as well as the forums. With school comming up in like a month, we should start updating some more if we can figure out how the new interface fucking works. I'll update soon with some shit but for now I'll leave you with some random pictures.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; PS - We're like totally going to get a Culvers in Newville. OMG Gurrlz&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img2.imgspot.com/u/04/211/07/Picture019Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img2.imgspot.com/u/04/211/07/Dave041Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img2.imgspot.com/u/04/211/07/Dave053Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img2.imgspot.com/u/04/211/07/Picture022Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img2.imgspot.com/u/04/211/07/Picture029Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&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/3336416-109116929802449392?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/feeds/109116929802449392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336416&amp;postID=109116929802449392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/109116929802449392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/109116929802449392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-in-hell-update-yeah-i-guess-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108553488397351163</id><published>2004-05-25T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T20:28:03.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color= #3366FF&gt;  Stories from a storyless town..&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color= #3366FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess there has been a couple stories.  Like Pitera's heartattack.  He is all well now, sept a lil gimp-ness in his left arm or something like that.  He has reported that it was a very minor heartattack, so his ticker is all good.  I think that'd kinda suck if you just wear layin in bed and something like that happend.  But yeah, that kid's a fighter and what not, so all he's gotta do is take it easy for the next couple weeks, and he'll be all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movin on, I took part in regionals yesterday for track. That was pretty much pointless, i ain't movin on to sectionals, so no more track for me.  I think the end of track is useally bout the time when time begins to slow down, cause the end of school is near, and i think it realizes this fact.  It decides that it will prolong it's death as far as it can; as a way of getting revenage on the students who have kicked it's ass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm saw a couple movies in the past month.  Both of which were chick flicks basically, wasn't my choice really, just went along cause i had nothin to do.  The two movies were "Mean Girls" and "13 Going on 30".  Mean Girls was a LOT better than i thought it'd be.  Wow, i mean, to see that many hot girls in lil clothes made the movie for me.  I kept leaning over to Biz and reminding her how hot they were in fact.  The plot was alright too. There were a couple parts that made me laugh, so it's all good.  The movie kinda over-stereotyped teens, but I guess that was kinda the goal of the movie, aside from teaching exceptance. Idk, i just like Lindsay Lohan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other movie, 13 going on 30 i was about 99% positive that the movie would suck, and suprisingly, didn't.  The movie was alright, some parts were a little too sappy/predictible, but it was an alright movie.  Not as many hot chicks compared to the privious movie, and they kept talking about her b/f, which she didn't know was her b/f's "thingy".  These were the main flaws in the movie.  It was a movie that was easy to get into, so i didn't mind puttin down 8 bucks to see it.  Basically, if you have to see either one of these movies, go w/ mean girls.  Less your plan was goin to see a girl where you could "comfort" a girl, then go w/ the 13 goin on 30.  Either way, i'm sure that your girl will like the movies, so ya can't go wrong w/ either one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the movie review, but it was about the only thing that I could think of that would be of remote importance.  At any rate, it's been very dead here at the blog, so i spose any news, regardless of the importance is still news.  Well, once the summer starts, we'll get some more stuff posted.  Things to look forward to: warped tour, summerfest, other concerts, doing stupid things w/ friends, yelling at homeless people, getting "W.O." drunk and making him do stupid things, other random stories where some crazy stuff happends.. But till then, school sucks.. OK, so i don't have a snappy conclusion, screw you hippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108553488397351163?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/feeds/108553488397351163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336416&amp;postID=108553488397351163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108553488397351163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108553488397351163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/05/stories-from-storyless-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Cobes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108379577484879041</id><published>2004-05-05T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T17:26:07.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;I have no catchy headline for this one.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the lack of updates faithful readers.  We're kinda on a break right now, with the golf season in full swing (pun intended).  Basically, with golf and the school year wrapping up, all of us are extremely busy.  Hopefully we'll get some fresh stuff on here soon once we get some time.  But for now, most of the news is being posted over on the forums, so head on over to the Edgerton Project.  That's it for now, we'll be back after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108379577484879041?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108379577484879041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108379577484879041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-have-no-catchy-headline-for-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108282357718761378</id><published>2004-04-24T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T17:10:43.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;A tragic day hits Edgerton&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, 4/24/2004, our sister site, Edgerton Underground, has officially been taken down, due to all the unwarented spike in the popularity of the site among Edgerton area Parents/School administration.  This is a sad day for Edgerton, but don't fear, EU will be back online before you know it.  Make sure to keep checking for the latest news.  We'll still be here, hopefully, and I guess while EU is down you can get all your latest information here, or over at the Edgerton Project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say EU was revolutionary, because only when something is revolutionary is it automatically deemed dangerous and is cracked down on so harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108282357718761378?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108282357718761378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108282357718761378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/04/tragic-day-hits-edgerton-as-of-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108221632709390554</id><published>2004-04-17T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T10:41:41.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Busy week, eh?&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Sorry I was slacking on the post count this week, but the truth is I've been spending a lot of time on the &lt;a href="http://www.edgertonproject.tk"&gt;forums.&lt;/a&gt; However, It was indeed been an interesting week. With news of the recent athletic violations dominating the airways, we are required to take action. As of now, we need to be more discreet with our media. The website's will stay continue, but all media including pictures, video's and anything of the sort that could possibly incriminate somebody, will be posted in our &lt;a href="http://www.edgertonproject.tk"&gt;forums.&lt;/a&gt; They are very secure and very selective. Only people we can trust will be allowed access. If you want to join, simply go to &lt;a href="http://www.edgertonproject.tk"&gt;the forums&lt;/a&gt; click on register at the top and wait for a confirmation e-mail. Then one you've registered, you need to IM either Lycense2Chill or sosoguy01 and let us know who you are. We will then grant you full access. If you haven't gone through this last step, you will still be able to view the forums, but only a small portion.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now as far as new, I got nothing else. Hopefully you join &lt;a href="http://www.edgertonproject.tk"&gt;the forums&lt;/a&gt; and see the light. Tell your friends, I mean you're not cool unless you belong to a small community of online, fuck it I've got nothing. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108221632709390554?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108221632709390554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108221632709390554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/04/busy-week-eh-sorry-i-was-slacking-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108208492221276018</id><published>2004-04-15T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T00:47:00.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#0033FF&gt; Wrongfully Accused...Wrongfully Punished...WTF?!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#0033FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF9900&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to agree with many fellow students who have expressed their emotions on the recent events. I know every school is different, but in stoughton none of this shit would of happened. We don't even receive detentions because faculty worry more about educating the kids who go to school and not just trying to get the ones who don't in trouble. Hello, they are only hurting themselves, its there choice and they have the freedom to do as they please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bretthauer, and I hope he reads this, is the kind of person who makes students with so much potential feel like the "all dancing, all rotting shit of the world". High school is about finding your true self. If a teacher puts you down, many feel as though nothing will change, and they will fail time and time again because this stereotype has been branded into their heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what IM trying to say is that EHS needs some radical changes before things get worse, and its funny how they just ignore us, but believe me, we may only be high school students, but don't underestimate the power that we posses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF9900&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108208492221276018?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108208492221276018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108208492221276018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/04/wrongfully-accused.html' title=''/><author><name>Tubbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108191748344565710</id><published>2004-04-13T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T20:31:46.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#3333FF&gt;Weird News Update&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#3333FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was looking up some wierd news that's happened in our great country.  I was reading this  newspaper article and it reminded me of how great our law enforcement system is.  It somewhat reminded me of the Edgerton Police Department's work ethic.  Please Read &lt;a href="http://www.crazynews.net/dp/1-42.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How about this article that really shows what perverts American Marketing Geniuses, and children's toy engineers at Mattel really are.  Please click &lt;a href="http://www.crazynews.net/dp/1-49.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OK so there's all of these ricer kids out there with their foreign cars and their fag pipes, but once in a great while there is one of notability.  This is not one of them but i need a paintjob like this van.  Check this shat out &lt;a href="http://www.crazynews.net/dp/2-246.htm"&gt;BLAM&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This photo definately sparks up the american in me. &lt;a href="http://www.crazynews.net/dp/2-201.htm"&gt;Check it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah shows how bored a guy can get, but ya find some wierd shat out there. I'm out BLAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108191748344565710?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108191748344565710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108191748344565710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/04/weird-news-update-so-i-was-looking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Guitar Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108173257277887155</id><published>2004-04-11T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T20:19:26.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Weird News&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am reading the news today to see who was killed in the war.  I click on a link that said something like "Soldiers laid to rest," and it comes up with this article on how there was a burial yesterday for some union soldiers killed in the Civil War.  Right there I did a double-take.....was the civil war still going on?  I was unaware we were still at war with them damn rebels from the south.  Anyways, I read the article and found out that the civil war had, in fact, ended 139 years ago, just as we had been taught in school.  So how, then, could 7 soldiers from the union be laid to rest yesterday in a military cemetary?  Turns out the guys who go and bury bodies after a battle missed 7 bodies laying out in the open....opps.  If I was in charge of those guys, I would have to say they're fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, how do you NOT see 7 dead bodies out in the middle of nowhere?  Your whole job is to spot dead guys and bury them.  The article says that 285 union soldiers were killed in the battle.  That means that these undertakers miss about 2.5% of all the casualties.  That is unacceptable if you ask me.  What if a nuclear bomb inspector forgot to inspect 2.5% of all our nukes.  We own 9000 nukes, so that is 180 nukes they forgot to check on.  Opps.  Considering it only takes one to do a fuckload of damage.  "But Shotgun, comparing nukes and dead bodies is like comparing apples to oranges!"  Fuck you.  If you are looking at fruit salad, then it works.  Think about that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just thought it was kind of funny that the civil war is still producing casualties.  Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/Midwest/04/11/union.burial.ap/index.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; if you want to read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108173257277887155?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108173257277887155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108173257277887155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/04/weird-news-so-i-am-reading-news-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108123255085634936</id><published>2004-04-06T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T01:48:54.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; All he wanted was some food...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; I cried the first time, laughed the second time, but then cried again the third time I watched this. Poor kid, all he wanted was something to eat. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/Eternal_Struggle.wmv"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to watch "The Eternal Struggle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; On a lighter note, a new Forum has been created, linking The E-Blog and EU together in a sense. You can find the new Forum &lt;a href="http://www.edgertonproject.tk"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The link is also over on the left under "The Edgerton Project." This took awhile to get up and running so if you haven't already registered go ahead and do so. Also, to see all the topics, you must register. The same applies for posting. If your lazy and don't want to register, you can only read some stuff. So get over there and start posting, fags. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108123255085634936?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108123255085634936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108123255085634936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/04/all-he-wanted-was-some-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108120577134816702</id><published>2004-04-05T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T15:17:08.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Rated "R" for mature violence&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat, what were you &lt;a href="http://www.goldenguideservice.com/vids/pat.wmv"&gt;thinking&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108120577134816702?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108120577134816702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108120577134816702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/04/rated-r-for-mature-violence-pat-what.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108094574480653646</id><published>2004-04-02T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T18:27:58.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt; Hey dude, goin' to Fun Night?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a vid of Cobes and I asking some middle schoolers if they were going to Fun Night tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/taxman/funnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webpages.charter.net/taxman/funnight.wmv"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108094574480653646?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108094574480653646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108094574480653646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/04/hey-dude-goin-to-fun-night-heres-vid.html' title=''/><author><name>Taxman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108078687467646166</id><published>2004-03-31T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T20:52:19.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#0033FF&gt; An Interesting View: "Defending Anti-Semitism"&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#0033FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF9900&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conspiracypenpal.com/columns/antisemite.htm "&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no way or form does this article explain, preach, dissect or influence my morals and beliefs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF9900&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108078687467646166?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108078687467646166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108078687467646166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/interesting-view-defending-anti.html' title=''/><author><name>Tubbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108078332087351967</id><published>2004-03-31T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T20:03:28.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Area Student Stunned by Shocking PA Announcement&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just shocked man," local student, Andrew Eddy, said to me as he left his first block World History 11 class.  "I'm just absolutely fucking shocked.  I didn't know that many people died each day from smoking.  That's just crazy man."  Andrew was speaking of the TATU announcement this morning that literally scared the shit out of him.  "After hearing that annoucement, I just felt sick, you know?  So I asked Mr. Lein for a pass to go to the bathroom, and he went of on some spiel about how we just got to class and I should have taken a crap before school.  I was like, I really gotta go man, so he finnally gave me a pass.  I went into the bathroom, and because I was so scared from the announcement, I let out a pretty nasty one.  They actually had to close the bathroom for about half an hour because of the unbearable stench.  I was right proud of that one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The announcement came at the begginging of first block at Edgerton High School.  Denise Langan, an office assistant at Edgerton High, began the announcement by politely asking the students to rise for the Pledge of Alegiance, "I asked the students to stand for the pledge with the members of TATU.  I was hoping they wouldn't drag the announement out, as people often do, but when I saw all those BB's, I got scared.  The Pledge is my favorite part of the day...I don't know, I guess I feel like I am teaching a class right then, having control over the students.  And that's the biggest class in the high school, dont ya know."  We can only nod our heads in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The context of the message was this:   A TATU student would drop a metal BB into a metal pan to represent one death from a particular ailement. For example, one student would say "100 people every year die from rampant chickens poking their master's temples out with their beaks," and 100 BB's would be poured into the pan.  Several causes of death were read off, trying to build dramatically to the climax : Deaths from tobacco.  At this point several hundred BB's were poured into the metal pot, and the point was clear.  If you use tobacco, you will die.  In 40 years.  When you are going to die anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where Eddy got scared.  "I heard the BB's hitting the pan, and I thought, in forty years I am going to be one of those BB's.  Thats when I just got scared man.  I don't want some kid 40 years from now listening to those BB's hitting the pan and thinking of me.  I am gonna quit right now."  Complimentary quit smoking packs were available in the guidance office.  The packs included a "Butt Out" hat that makes you look like a quail, and a nicotene gum program designed to help people quit smoking.  Unfortunatly, students just picked up these packets for the gum, so they could quench their insatiable nicotene cravings during school hours, and therefore would not have to wait until lunch to smoke.  A new survey also shows that 2 out of 5 kids that picked up these packs never smoked previously, and are now addicted to the gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the situation is dire at Edgerton High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think of the children!" exclaims Mr. Eddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108078332087351967?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108078332087351967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108078332087351967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/area-student-stunned-by-shocking-pa.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108053634984595609</id><published>2004-03-28T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T23:14:04.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#FFFF00&gt; &lt;h3&gt; Shopko = Future Fourth Reich.  Zeig Hail!!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if you haven't guessed it Shopko is begining to expand its dictitiorial powers over its employees and its domestic department. [Rumor has it there will be a sale throws and rugs, you can bet this 'mean mutha trucka from the shitty' is gonna be gettin his hands on some or my name isn't Richard M. Nixon!] Recently all employees were given a packet containing what was to be the new dress code.  It is a doosy of horse shit. Since I don't have a scanner I will write down what was on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Shopko Teamates,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited to announce a new dress code for your store location. [I like how they say this shit like employees are going to be happy about it.] This dress code will enhance our Customer service as well as providing a new look for Shopko. [It would enhance customer service if our customers were deer or some other animal that prolly cant see red and from what i remember i don't think anyone was complaining about the old colors, Shitloaves]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new dress code will provide many options. [But less than before] To help with the transition to the new dress code, Shopko is providing one FREE ShopKo shirt to all current teammates. [Holy fucking Celine Dion sucking John Holmes dick in hell they will provide us with one fucking free shirt, oh wow those humanitarians have really outdone themselves but that wouldn't be too hard to fucking do considering they treat us like we are nothing and ignore the current problems at the store...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ShopKo blue polo or long sleeve with shopko logo purchased through the company. [As if there is a black market selling shopko polos at cutrate prices, hmm may'be i should get in on that.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...No extreme hair styles such as: men with pony tails. [Because we all know pony tails are warn by extremists such as the hippies and the potheads yes very dangerous people indeed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, [or not you fucking ass troll, shit slathered, excuse for a V.P. or possibly a man with more on his mind that what way he can waste the stores money of frivolous bull shit that really doesn't get the store anywhere but makes him look brilliant] Larry Gentry, Vice President - Store Operations [Fag looking moron who sucked a lot of dick to get where he is like the rest of the current regime running shopko who don't know their asshole from a good place to store pez.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so bracketed what they said and put an arrow to the bottom, This is how Nazi Germany started.  Go figure my urinal face of a manager wrote me up for this one. I swear im gonna deface this store before I go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah signed soon to be fired from Shopko, Richard M. Nixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF9900&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108053634984595609?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108053634984595609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108053634984595609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/shopko-future-fourth-reich.html' title=''/><author><name>Richard M. Nixon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108053307266502051</id><published>2004-03-28T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T22:51:40.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; New Poll shows students disapprove of Dictatorship...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; A recent poll indicates students of Edgerton High School disapprove of the recent change in school administratorship. The recent change took place after numerous student protests for more privileges and a "less dictator-like atmosphere." The switch over from a representative democracy to a the fascist Dictatorship went relatively smooth, stated principle James Halburg. Students now recite the clause of the 3rd Reich prior to 1st block classes, where as in the previous government, the Pledge of allegiance was spoken. The previous rein of the Student Council was immediately disbanded and members were immediately put to work filling and washing bullets for German T-54 artillery rifles. Few members lives were spared after they claimed to "Verk fer Oscar Shindler" and were "essential var verkahs." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/heil.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the new rule, stunts who wish to travel anywhere throughout the complex, are required to complete meaningless passes to document their whereabouts.  "With the new tracking system in place, we'll be able to tell when, where, why, and how any student even takes a shit in this school" chimed Halberg. As with the previous government, students were liberally allowed to carry bookbags into their classes, to minimize trips back and forth to lockers. Once the new laws were in place, all bookbags were confiscated and immediately set on fire. Also under the new rule, all locker doors were torn out and replaced with a sheet of transparent acrylic. The new rule also affected the curriculums of classes. Chemisty students were shocked to find out that Na no longer was the chemical symbol for Sodium, instead represented "No work no food." The student-run television channel was replaced with a constant audio stream of "Arbeit Macht Frei," a German proverb meaning "Work Brings Freedom." The new schedule of the day also has a bad rap by students. The day now begins with a 20-mile run, followed by an intense 2 hour physical workout, then a 10 minute lunch, during which students must wax windows and clean floors. Following lunch students learn about censorship and then go into randomly chosen fields of study to which they are required to work in. Rumors of a student uprising are beginning to circulate, but none have taken place. More updates to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108053307266502051?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108053307266502051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108053307266502051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/new-poll-shows-students-disapprove-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108018535084047432</id><published>2004-03-24T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T22:02:23.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt; Point: Punk is dead. &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="1" img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/cap.jpg" width="68" height="103"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Shotgun Kid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, who are you trying to fool?  Punk has been dead ever since that faitful day when Blink 182 passed into obscruity, and drifted into our collective nostalgia. Who was the highest grossing artist of 2003? Bruce Springsteen...NOT a punk band.  Who was the 29th highest grossing artist of 2003, Ricky Martin, not a punk band either. Punk isn't even popular enough to be on MTV when they play music between the times of 1AM and 1:15AM.  Punk bands have to create their own TV networks on high-priced digital cable.  Sum 41? The Ataris?  Good Charlotte?  They don't stand a chance against real punk bands like Green Day and the Sex Pistols.  Punk is dead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over and let those crazy-assed rappers in so they can die too.  You know why punk is dead? Because 50 cent busted a cap in those white boy's punk asses.  Punk is so much more than Mohawks and chains too.  Punk is an attitude, and that's what you people don't understand.  You can clip all the safety pins to yourself that you want, and wear all your mom's mascara, but you'll never be punk.  Why won't you ever be punk?  Because punk is dead. It's not cool to not want to make money anymore and reject corporate greed. That is actually the cool thing now, having money. Go figure. America is going down the shitter anyway, so why not go down with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being punk is completely contradictory as well. Think about it. To be punk is to be different than the rest of society and socializing with other "punks."  Yet, to portray yourself as punk, you go out and spike up your hair in a crazy Mohawk like all the punk rockers before you, add a couple chains to your outfit like all the other punk rockers before you, and conform to a set of ideals and standards defined as "punk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were truly punk you would go out and do your own thing, dress however you wanted to dress, make up your own ideals, and if you are as counter-culture as you think you are, others will deem you as a punk.  You're either a poser, meaning a conformist punk, or you are a true punk, meaning you are not a poser.  But being either of these is impossible, because punk is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to be "punk" why don't you put chocolate syrup on your steak, eat a hamburger with chopsticks, wear your underwear on the outside, drive a car with square wheels, or even boycott pants. You know what's not punk, making out with your best friend. That's already been done, so drop the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Pig Latin, on the other hand, is alive and kicking.  If you truly want to revitalize the punk culture, learn Pig Latin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; Counterpoint: You don't know what punk is, Poser.&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="1" img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/titopuente.jpg" width="75" height="98"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tito Puente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You aren't even worthy of the word 'punk.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can talk about how punk is dead, but the simple fact is, it's not. People today have no sense of history. They don't know about Pennywise, or Epitaph Records. Most of you don't even know about Green Day's legendary appearance back in '94 at the L.A. Coliseum. It was a one-of-a-kind moment in the history of youth rebellion, and if you didn't live through it, as I did, you'll never get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk is more than just a Mohawk hairstyle.  For us back in the '90s, punk was a way of life. I see these kids today hanging around school in their leather jackets with their wallet chains, and I just want to say to them, 'You think punk is a costume, man?' Punk is also more than black make-up. You can't just hide behind your face and call yourself punk, man. Back in' 93, it was about so much more: It was a rebellion against outmoded belief systems. It was a cry of outrage against the repressive authority of the Clinton Administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some kid wearing a Sex Pistols T-shirt the other day - he couldn't have been more than 5 years old when the Pistols did their Filthy Lucre reunion tour.   Did you see an original member of The Clash play during Big Audio Dynamite II's last tour? Did you see two of the four original Ramones play at the KROQ Weenie Roast in '95? You did not, but I did. I swear to God, you people are a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk revival... what bullshit. Anybody who says punk came 'back' in the '90s doesn't know what they're talking about, because punk never went away. Sure, you didn't hear about it as much in the mainstream corporate media, but punk was always around for the true believers like me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I were a a bunch of shy but well-respected members of the high school's yearbook staff before adopting a punk-rock stance upon our enrollment at the community college. We later formed a band, Absence Of Nonconformity, but we broke up before finishing any recordings. We could've been huge. Bigger than Rancid, even. But all the greatest punk bands fell apart before their time. We just never got around to making any songs of our own, just a bunch of shitty covers. We struggled a lot. We had to deal with the real-life issues of balancing a girlfriend, two jobs, and living with our parents. But the pretty-boy pretend punks of 2003 could never understand any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that pisses me off the most is when people get all self-righteous and act like I'm the one who doesn't get it. That attitude is totally contrary to the whole inclusive spirit of what punk is all about. "Don't try to be something you're not, man," That's what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing: Corporate America can suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108018535084047432?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108018535084047432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108018535084047432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/point-punk-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-108017334804489698</id><published>2004-03-24T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T18:27:46.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; Online Dating...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that more people are using computers to find that special someone nowadays. And as they say, computers are the future, so I've compiled some tips to help make your online-dating experience safe as well as fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under no circumstance should you give someone you meet online a lot of personal information. You could place yourself in the dangerous position of having a date that knows what a loser you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When considering the serious step of marriage, it's good form to seek the approval of the message-board moderator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online dating services provide an easy way for recently divorced singles to meet new and interesting people. It's too bad your ex-wife got to keep the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you write your online classified ad, be sure to make explicit the fact that a sense of humor is very important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set yourself apart by choosing a descriptive user-name like SocialRetard342, CuteFaceFatAss, or Lycense2Chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a hard time finding a decent, commitment-minded man through e-dating, why don't you try to e-shut the fuck up for once and stop your e-bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just tell women what they want to hear. Type it in all caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, online dating is not for everyone - only the desperate and pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dates like to know that they're appreciated. Go the extra mile and send that special someone an e-card or virtual flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For best results, try whichever dating service happens to be advertised to the right or left of this chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to break up with your online mate, for God's sake, have the decency to do it over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a man who prefers younger women, but you only seem to get responses from older women, take heart: Older women can give birth to younger women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When getting together for the first time, arrange to meet online dates in an open, public place. That way, you can use binoculars to check them out from the car beforehand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. If you actually meet someone decent over the Internet, the two of you can tell people you met at a party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helps clarify some of the unwritten rules of Online Dating. Look forward to future articles about Online-Stalking, and Online-Marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-108017334804489698?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108017334804489698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/108017334804489698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/online-dating.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107999277854604151</id><published>2004-03-22T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T16:02:07.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;A presidential sized update&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/andrewt05/Pics/crook.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy, I dont know about that one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/andrewt05/Pics/kerryisapieceofshit.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Kerry at his finest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107999277854604151?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107999277854604151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107999277854604151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/presidential-sized-update-billy-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107988981969223694</id><published>2004-03-21T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T11:28:10.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; Fuck &lt;a href="http://meph.eu.org/"&gt;Pingu&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; This &lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstar.de/happy/cubshoot.htm"&gt;shit&lt;/a&gt; is a lot better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107988981969223694?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107988981969223694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107988981969223694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/fuck-pingu-this-shit-is-lot-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107966616600429974</id><published>2004-03-18T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:40:10.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; EHS Student suspended after over-sized burnout discovered&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; As most of you may have heard, some previously unknown assailant vandalized our precious school by leaving a very long burnout. Apparently the fine staff at EHS, combined with the Edgerton Police have nabbed a suspect. It turns out to be our very own William Olson. The burnout actually measured 324ft. long, beginning near the front entrance of the school, and completing its trail near the student parking lot. He definitely didn't skimp on the tread either. The burnout was done in a late model Chevrolet Caprice. Billy now faces 5 days out-of-school detention, a $160 fine, and has to clean the tread of by hand. He alledgedly cracked after &lt;a href="http://webpages.charter.net/taxman/brett.jpg"&gt;Mr. Bretthauer&lt;/a&gt; threatened that he would rip Billy's teeth out, carve his desk into an arrow, form a bow out of his muscle tendons and shoot him through the eyes. And then of course, do a pylometrics routine with his corpse. Billy immediately gave in. The clean-up date is set for this Sunday so if anyone wants to help him out he's paying $5 an hour to get rid of the trail of blackness. Let this be a lesson to all students, if you going to do a burnout, make sure you have posi-traction so both your tires spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/william.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Bill, we'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107966616600429974?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107966616600429974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107966616600429974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/ehs-student-suspended-after-over-sized.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107949729203402205</id><published>2004-03-16T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:31:45.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color= #3366FF&gt;  The adventures of Tax and Cobes&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color= #3366FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, today was really a "I wished I had had a camera" type of trip.  It all started off when neither Tax nor me had sold all of our "Pizza-Hut Cards" which were to support the local track team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 4:15, and both Tax and I were hurting from one thing or another.  Basically, our bodies are retarded.  So anyways, we kinda sit in the trainers room for awhile, icing our shit.  Then around 4:45, we decide, hey, lets go try to sell those cards.  I spose Lietz, the badass himself, and the other track coaches were forcing us to sell them for a couple hours, so we headed off.  We figured, being that there are three pizza huts in Janesville, it would only make sense to hit up that area.  So Tax and I head off.  All this planning brought up a great hunger, so we hit up Wendy's.  I ended up not grabbing a spoon for my malt thing, so I ate it w/ my fringers, cause the straw was useless as all hell.  Yeah, that wasn't such a good idea because it was like 32 degrees out.  Then we went to these apartments.  We're like, kick ass, not only are they close together w/ a lotta people, they might have some money (we saw a nice car out front w/ rims).  We parked the cutlass in a parklot of one of the apartments, and noticed that a lady in a van had just arrived there, so Tax, being in the selling spirit, went over to talk to the lady.  He did some kick ass salesmanship, but in the end, couldn't sell to the lady because she had to use her last $10 to get herself a razor to shave off her's and her children's unibrows, so they could look like the "hip" people in the Good Will Catalog that she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went inside the apartments.  Right before we try knocking, we hear some loud music blaring.  We both look at each other, realizing that it was all in the Espanola.  We were like, Mexicans! We better get us the hell outta here!  So we hoped back into the cutlass, and hit up a different apartment building.   We got excited again, because this appt. complex looked hella nice.  As I was walking up to the entrance, however, my heart sank as I saw the most un-holy symbol, practically written by Satan himself, "no solicitation".  Then, as we're heading away from there, we noticed a ghetto assed van w/ the "Tow away! This vehicle has been abandoned" sign on it.  That made it official; we were done w/ apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then find a quite little residential area, and we're thinkin, these people got to have some money!  The first house Tax went to was a sale!  However, I wasn't so lucky.  I went to this house, where an attack dog was being held off by a lady who looked just like &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/03/12/health/main605537_popup0_1.shtml"&gt;Melissa Rowland&lt;/a&gt;, and her daughter, talking on the phone, who's boobs practically gave me a black eye.  Apparently, I'm an idiot for not knowing when "pay-day" for these people is.  Then Tax and I continue, but neither one seem to have any luck.  We both got the "I have no money" "I don't give money" or the good old "I don't eat food" excuses.  Tax blew one sale after saying that he went to Craig High school because turns out, this lady was a teacher at Parker, so she told Tax to "f*** off" and was about to bitch-slap him, but Tax slammed the door shut on the lady's wrists.  He then did a back flip, and flipped the door off yelling, "Take that bee-ach!" all in mid-air.  (Note, had I had a camera, I would have posted this amazing occurrence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that pissed me off the most was an elderly couple.  I walk up to the door, and notice people in there.  Neither one is facing my direction, and I notice something very odd.  The old man was pinning down this extremely obese cat with his cane.  I then ring the door bell, bringing the old lady to the door. I then gave my greatest sales pitch of my life, only for her to respond, "Uh, we aren't the owners of the house, we're just... watching the cat."   I was like wtf?  I peer around her shoulder, and see the old man still pinning down the fat cat.  I told her that regardless of where her house was, she could still buy it.  Then she gave me the one to punch w/ a "Uh, I don't eat pizza" and slammed the door in my face. I was pissed.  Tax and I continued our mission, but did it in vain.  No one wanted these f-in cards, no one!  I came to this one rich dudes house, and was blinded by the light placed in the lawn that is meant to blind evil spirits standing on the porch.  After I told him I was from Parker, he of course bought, and I went away feeling very confident.  This was obviously crushed by about 50 more "no, get the hell off my properties."  The closest to another sale for me from an elderly women who "made a donation" to me of three bucks.  They were pretty cool about it, inviting me in from the freezing wind, which my black wind-coat thing was no match for.  I then made small talk w/ the husband, who obviously was not listening to me when I was talking about how my school didn't use electricity anymore because we're so poor, his response was, "yeah".  This was around the time Tax and I decided this was incredibly gay, and it was f-in cold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We return to e-town, head up to the school.  We go into the gym, and Tax whips his cards at The Badass himself, and says "These fucking cards are impossible to sell!  These have to be the worst f-in idea ever!"  Of course, Tax didn't realize at that time, that the guy from Varsity Gold, the maker of those "f-ing cards" was sitting next to Lietz.  He was about to drop kick Tax when Lietz stood up, showing him his extremely oversized calves, and how small his head looks proportionally to his body.  To make a long story short, ninjas tried to steal our money before we could turn it in, Lietz, Tax and myself fended them off, and Tax and I scored 3 free cards from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, cat-sitting is a very lucrative business to join.  &lt;br /&gt;"We can dance, we can dance.  Everybody look at your pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107949729203402205?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107949729203402205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107949729203402205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/adventures-of-tax-and-cobes-man-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cobes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107939408830665128</id><published>2004-03-15T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T22:15:17.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; Upcoming Band...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; I was surfing around the internet this afternoon and did a google search for new, and upcoming punk bands. I didn't realize how many there were. One in particular caught my eye. They claimed to be, "all about the music" and as "punk as punk can be." They must be the real thing, I thought to myself. Since the URL is too long to copy because they were hosting their site on some freewebs server, I just did a print-screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/C-Bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Evil C-Bass &lt;br /&gt;Instrument: Lead Vocals&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Stromboli&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Car: 1999 Dodge Neon&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Quote: "The USA will die"&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Band: The Ramones&lt;br /&gt;Bio: Evil C-Bass's strong chilean accent and powerful vocals provide the band with its powerhouse, unique punk sound. He hails from Santo Domingo, Chile and has a lot of experiance in the punk-subculture. He even does his homework with a punk attitude and signs his name "C-Bass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/joey_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Joey C. the Murderer&lt;br /&gt;Instrument: Drums&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Anything&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Car: 2001 Plymouth Breeze&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Quote: "You are what you eat"&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Band: The Donnas&lt;br /&gt;Bio: Joey C's monsterous drums solos propel the band higher than any other punk band. His eating habits are balanced out by his work-out habits which make for an awesome combination. He's familar with the punk atmosphere, hailing from inner-city milwaukee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/Taylor_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Taylor "Rebel" S. &lt;br /&gt;Instrument: Bass&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Zuccini&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Car: 1979 Plymouth Duster&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Quote: "Not my president"&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Band: Weird-Al Yankovich&lt;br /&gt;Bio: Taylors awesome bass-lines provide the musical backbone for the band. He's been playing bass since 8th grade and has learned on his own, that makes him the best. With Taylor, this band wouldn't be punk. We'd just be a bunch of mis-guided kids with instruments not knowing where the hell we're going in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/yanni.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Yanni the Conquerer&lt;br /&gt;Instrument: Lead Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Car: 2004 Ford Freestar&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Quote: "Only in New York"&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Band: Boyz II Men&lt;br /&gt;Bio: Yanni's been playing guitar since like 7th grade and knows almost every song. He can play the tabs to almost any punk song ever written. Although he's never actually written any songs by himself he still is kickass and definately rules the whole band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107939408830665128?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107939408830665128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107939408830665128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/upcoming-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107905787465890871</id><published>2004-03-11T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T20:26:42.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Updato&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Garbageman' has been fired for lack of quality posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey kids, are you bored?  Do you hate the world?  Do you go home and slit your wrists at night?  Well then, you have something in common with &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/kidswithguns/index.htm"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; kids!  Thats right, Kids with Guns...Wisconsins NEWEST and BESTEST punk/garage/ska/evo/shitty band!  Not only are they the best new band in wisconsin, they're also SOOOOO creative, they can't write a single song for themselves!  Are you as excited to see this band as I am?  I hope so.  Actually, the day I listen to this band coincidentally will be the day I shit a rainbow colored brick.  At the moment they are attempting to COVER 6 songs.  Wow, that would be a GREAT set!  I can't beleive my dream came true!  A band that can cover 6 songs! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! THIS IS AWESOME!  err, wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Although everyone is probably in a band at some point, very few get anywhere. We are determined to be in that few. More updates as events unfold!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to break this to you, cumbubble, but there are very few people who start bands.  Usually the ones that can A.) Play instruments well....or in your case B.) Have no friends and hate the world.  I like how you state that very few bands get anywhere.  I believe this statement to be true, and I can not wait to laugh when you become one of the generalized masses you just defined.  The irony is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because there is absolutely NOTHING else of interest on the main sight, here are a few comments from their guestbook, which is full of their unorganized groupies (all 3 of them)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'd ask Kids With Guns to give me a drumroll, but chances are they don't know how to play one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: SexyAssKitten&lt;br /&gt;Email: JAMES IS MINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Date: Wed Mar 10 18:24:45 EST 2004&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who thinks that this band sucks, should die. Period. I've heard a small sample from Ahren and James and they kick ass!!! If you think they suck, you have bad music taste. I haven't met you yet Jordan, but you seem like a hard core person...Cool!!! And I've told a few of my friends to sign this thing...I dunno if they will but oh well haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say incoherent bullshit?  I like the "I've heard a small sample from asscake and jimbob and they kick ass!" WOW, A small sample huh?  So you are going to judge a band by a couple seconds you heard?  That sounds logical.  Instead of listening to one of their songs, or in this case one of their covers, let's say this band is kickass because the three seconds I heard was FUCKING AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of this website, Fluffy, thought that he would voice his opinion.  Then mr. x as we'll call him decided to try and piece together a statement defending his band......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: Fluffy&lt;br /&gt;Email: &lt;br /&gt;Date: Tue Mar 09 21:58:00 EST 2004&lt;br /&gt;Like all of the little Middle School, and some that make it to High School, bands, you will fail. And when that happens, I will smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said Fluffy, well said.&lt;br /&gt;And now the rebuttal by Mr. X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: Mr. X&lt;br /&gt;Email: &lt;br /&gt;Date: Wed Mar 10 10:46:34 EST 2004&lt;br /&gt;Hey "Fluffy" if your going to try and insult us you can at least leave a name so we can at least know who the ignorant asshole who has never heard us play and still thinks they know us is. That's be great.... thanks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. EAT A DICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason why people don't leave their real names on the internet, it's called stalkers like Bob.  Nevermind that last sentence, I'm just trying to piss bob off.  But anways, about your illogical post, it has the grammar of say, maybe a 6th grader.  First of all, you used the phrase "can at least" twice....that's a big no-no.  I'll give you a dollar if you can define ignorant without looking it up.  No, seriously.  I don't know if you were trying to sound Irish at the end there, with the "That's be great," but you just sound retarded.  Maybe you should just quit while you're ahead....err wait, you'll never be ahead.  The EAT A DICK was a nice addition, but prehaps it should have said I EAT A DICK instead, seeing as how you like to puff the peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: Goat Hair&lt;br /&gt;Email: immineo_fatum@punkhardcore.net&lt;br /&gt;Date: Wed Mar 10 20:28:40 EST 2004&lt;br /&gt;Yes, "Fluffy," whom I believe is [censored], try a little less stupidity in your next entry. You might almost be on the same level as us. Well, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. to all: STOP playing with your DINGHY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, speaking of levels....you'll probably never be on the level of this website, so you might as well just not comment.  Why, you might ask, would I not comment when I just got made fun of?  Well, your comments will most likely show up on the main page, and you'll once again made to look like a dumbass.  Plus the fact that alot of people read this site who have the same opinion as it's writers, so your chances of winning support are slim to none.   If you people are going to be ANYTHING of a band, you're going to have to be able to handle criticism.  I think you already proved you can't do that.  One negative post, and you're all over it like stink on shit.  Stop playing with your dinghy?...In other words, stop playing with your small inflatable rubber boat?  Good one, asshacker.  (If you don't get it, a dinghy is a small inflatable rubber boat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I give your website a 2/10...why so high? Well, I've seen shittier....not many, but a few.  I give your band a -5/10, simply because you are A.)Unoriginal and B.) Trying to pass yourselfs off as original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the shotgun kid signing off, reminding you to cover that soldier before he goes into combat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107905787465890871?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107905787465890871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107905787465890871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/updato-garbageman-has-been-fired-for.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107887469660325838</id><published>2004-03-09T17:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:05:56.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; Proof that stuff...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Proof that Chinese people have too much time on their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/EL_REY.wmv"&gt;This Kid Fuckin' Owns j00!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Proof that France's Army is pointless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/dday.wmv"&gt;Oops...Quicksand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Proof that this guy should commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/half_time_bomb.wmv"&gt;He's flaming pissed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107887469660325838?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107887469660325838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107887469660325838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/proof-that-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107878733063629974</id><published>2004-03-08T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T17:31:54.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; Microsoft to release new version of 'Word'&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Microsoft spokesman Paul Bremer announced today that the software giant Microsoft is looking forward to tapping into a new demographic. "We are expanding our horizons," Bremer stated. The new version of 'Word' includes a completey new spelling/grammar engine. "We've done a lot of research with this," claims Debi Carlson, Microsoft's "Ebonics Expert." Included in the program is a revamped interface, with larger letters and audio clips for easier integration. Instead of the old green or red lines signifying a grammatical error, now Ice-T says "Shit nigga, you forgot yo' comma with muh beeotch!," or Snoop Dogg says "Damn gina, you spelled "parole" wrong slap mah fro!, and git Sheniquah's ass back ova' heeah. " The new version is a part of Microsofts new business venture into urban cities. "We are really hoping this will be "off the hook," Bremer enthusiastically retorted. Microsoft hopes to release other versions of the popular word processing program to target not only african americans, but also the follwing: hicks, geeks, goths, single moms, jocks, the elderly, and also Bob Stolte. "Computers are the future, we're hoping to make them a reality." stated Bremer. When asked how much the product would sell for, Bremer replied "Well we haven't really decided yet, but we're not really expecting to make much money on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/word.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible product design prototype. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;Note: The above story is purely satircal and I'm not racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107878733063629974?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107878733063629974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107878733063629974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/microsoft-to-release-new-version-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107868059678648555</id><published>2004-03-07T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T11:32:09.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Memo&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this memo when I was clearing out some old papers here in the office.  Guess no one saw it for a while, it's over a month old.  I guess it's better late then never.  So, without further adieu, I present to you, the official memo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--OFFICIAL MEMO--&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2/01/04&lt;br /&gt;From: Management&lt;br /&gt;To: All E-Town Peeps Blog members&lt;br /&gt;CC: Edgerton Underground&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Bob&lt;br /&gt;--OFFICIAL MEMO--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to our attention that some of the members of this site have lackluster posts.  As our main purpose is to give our readers the best information presented in a satirical fashion, we have begun a process of eliminating those members whos posts are not up to par.  In light of this new policy, Bob....well, you're fired.  Ever since you joined this site, you've had shitty posts.  I mean, pictures are definately a plus to this site, but when you can't tell what the picture is showing, well, it just ends up creating a detrimental effect.  Basically what I am trying to say is you suck.  Clean out your locker by midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--END OFFICIAL MEMO--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this is goodbye Bob.  It was a great two week run, and I'm sure we're gonna miss you.......err, prolly not, but yeah...  Please don't stalk me for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107868059678648555?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107868059678648555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107868059678648555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/memo-i-found-this-memo-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107834600071512254</id><published>2004-03-03T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T21:27:07.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;People on the west coast are morons.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is my opinion that people that live on the west coast, cheifly in the states of Oregon and Washington, are not only hippy tree huggers, but also complete morons.  Here is a portion of an article regarding gay marriages that are taking place in Oregon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neely described Oregon's marriage law as "ambiguous." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law reads: "Marriage is a civil contract entered into in person by a male at least 17 years of age and a female at least 17 years of age, who are otherwise capable."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Now forgive me if I am wrong, but how in the hell is that law ambiguous?  It says marriage is between a dude and a chick that are at least 17 years of age.  It doesn't say marrige is between two people that are 17, it says between a dude and a chick.  How could you possibly interpret that to mean gay-marriages are alright under the law?  Dumbasses.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are from Oregon or Washington, you should be exonerated from the US of A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107834600071512254?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107834600071512254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107834600071512254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/people-on-west-coast-are-morons.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107818978054033958</id><published>2004-03-01T18:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:22:39.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#3333FF&gt; The Big Fight&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#3333FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so there i am in gym 2nd hour playing som two on two basketball, and out of nowhere it happened.  let me take you back a little before the incident.  i was playing basketball and on my team was Derek H., you can only imagine my overjoyous excitement.  on the opposing team was Chris A. and Sarah K.  we were playing a little 2 on 2. it was all innocent gym basketball.  Derek though was convinced the entire time that chris and sarah were making up rules just so he'd look like an ass.  this however was not true and he was not to be convinced even when I, his own team mate told him that you can't assrape  the opponent.  first there was a pass from me to Derek, followed by a missed basket, then sarah passed it in to chris who dropped it.  chris bent down for the ball and derek kicked it away.  imidiately chris told derek that he can not kick the ball.  in uncontrolled fury derek picked up the ball and delivered a shot to chris's feet yelling "there you kicked it!!" chris being as large as he is and feeling threatened immidiately took to defence and stepped toward derek as a threatening defence.  this was to intimidate the opponent.  Derek being the smaller of the two took the challange and jumped at chris throwing punches.  chris then tried to get him off, but showing no signs of slowing down derek kept trying to inflict damage to chris.  chris feeling there was no way out started throwing punches in defence.  Being there i imidiately jumped into action trying to break up the two, to keep anyone from getting into trouble.  i separated the two and got in between them.  chris going one way and derek the other.  i told chris to chill out and sit, to let it go, as i also told derek.  i thought this to be the end, but derek didn't see it that way.  he turned around walked up to chris and was like "whatever your a bitch", and then pressed his chest up against chris. chris being at least twice his size just pushed derek.  i'd say he flew at least 4 feet through the air.  anyway then derek got up and pushed him back.  chris being of sound body and mind did not want to kill him, as he probably could, so he slapped him across the face, which was probably better than what a closed fist would have done.  after that the two again ingaged in a brawl.  fists were thrown and i again yelled at them and tried to stop the two.  by then gregory had seen this and yelled.  his voice being more commanding than my own and him having more power in the school community halted the two and the fight was over.  gregory sent derek to one side of the field house and chris to the other.  chris suffered only small bruises, as i was unsure of derek's wellbeing i figure he probably died, me on the other hand suffered extreme pain to my right hand as it had been the accidental target of an out of control punch.  in moral i guess just let fights go it's not your problem if someone get's their ass kicked as long as it's not one of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for now and i'm sure rumors will start or have and someone probably died and an airplane crashed and jesus came down or something but this my friends is the real story from someone who was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107818978054033958?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107818978054033958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107818978054033958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/big-fight-ok-so-there-i-am-in-gym-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Guitar Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107817853166889192</id><published>2004-03-01T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T16:20:06.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; Dippin' Dots Ice Cream = Ice Cream of the Future.&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is true, I will die a happy man. I'm sure most of you out there have heard, if not, tasted Dippin' Dots Ice Cream. It comes in over 19 flavors of kickass-ness.  Just to recap what Dippin' Dots are, they are In fact, the world's coldest ice cream. They start with the finest dairy ingredients, then they add natural flavorings to produce all the delicious flavors and flavor combinations.  Dippin' Dots are then flash-frozen using a special patented process. This super-cold freezing allows them to maintain their individual "dot" consistency. Dippin' Dots are then transported coast-to-coast and around the world by truck, train, plane and ship. I'd heard a lot of jive about how they are over-priced and "not worth it" so I decided to check it out. The second I tried my first $4.50, 5 oz. Dish of Dippin' Dots, I was hooked. I picked up the spoon, dug in, and those miniature spheres of righteousness kicked my tongue's ass. I couldn't stop shoveling them down, despite the fact that they had dried my tongue out and were only sticking to it given that I could no longer produce saliva. Dippin' Dots aren't available in stores, no no no, you have to go out and look for them. This makes them even better. They've also been nationally acknowledged in Inc. Magazine, recognized in 1997 as the 331st fastest growing, privately-held company in America. This all proves that they are indeed, The Ice Cream of the Future, whether you like it or not. So next time you see the Dippin' Dots umbrella go over and get some, you won't regret it. Oh and don't forget to save your lunch money for a week because they're cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/curt_eating_dots.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Pictured above is Dippin' Dots creator, Curt Jones. What is even more great about Dippin' Dots then the taste, is how they got started. The idea for Dippin' Dots came to Southern Illinois native Curt Jones after working as a research microbiologist in Lexington, Kentucky. One of Curt's areas of expertise is cryogenics, a method of freezing using super-cold temperatures, and one of Curt's true passions in life is ice cream!  While reminiscing one day about making home-made ice cream the slow, old-fashioned way, Curt began to wonder... could ice cream be flash frozen? Not only had Curt discovered how to instantly freeze ice cream, his product proved to be much more flavorful and richer than regular ice cream. You see, the super-cold freezing proved to cryogenically lock in both flavor and freshness in a way that no other ice cream could offer! After virtually reinventing a dessert that has been around since the Middle Ages, Curt patented his idea and opened the first Dippin' Dots store. Today the Ice Cream of the Future can be found at thousands of shopping malls, amusement parks, water parks, fairs and festivals worldwide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107817853166889192?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107817853166889192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107817853166889192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/03/dippin-dots-ice-cream-ice-cream-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107791169279781137</id><published>2004-02-27T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:28:51.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/andrewt05/Pics/koreacan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt; That's Korean for piss in the urinal, not out.&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107791169279781137?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107791169279781137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107791169279781137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/thats-korean-for-piss-in-urinal-not.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107777678742771105</id><published>2004-02-26T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:43:10.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#3333FF&gt; What the...anyways...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#3333FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i was sitting at home and i was thinking....What the hell is up with a PAIR OF PANTS..how can it be a pair if there's only one thing.  Who the hell thinks of this crap.  Or what about a TV SET it's only one thing, how the hell can it be a set!!! What the shit.  But in other news....You can't plow a cotton field with an elephant in North Carolina.  Ok who the hell would do that.  Where would you get a damn elephant.  Ohh....Ebay Duh.  Here's some other useless laws to ponder:In Kentucky, it is illegal to carry ice cream in your back pocket.  OK seriously who the hell thinks of this shit.  How about some disclaimers on products: Found on the instruction sheet of a Conair Pro Style 1600 hair dryer: "WARNING: Do not use in shower. Never use while sleeping." Hmmm.....never use while sleeping..there's something serious to think about..hmm...NO I mean are you dumb, or what about in the shower.....how can you dry your hair under a damn stream of water...The people that write this must know people from Evansville...yeah that's the only thing i can come up with..well anyway that's all i have for now...Stay tuned for my next broadcast.....BAM BIOTCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107777678742771105?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107777678742771105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107777678742771105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/what.html' title=''/><author><name>Guitar Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107776878037376059</id><published>2004-02-25T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T17:59:53.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; WTF EU HACKED BY EVANSVILLE!!!&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; As some of you may know, &lt;a href="http://edgertonunderground.tk"&gt;Edgerton Underground&lt;/a&gt;, the sister-site and best friend of the E-Blog here, has been taken over, apparently by students from Evansville. All I can say is that this has gone too far. I come home and someone tells me that EU was hacked. I thought, no way, not EU. But when I go to it, I see that someone has stolen tax's password and theres just a bunch of crap on the site, calling us pig fuckers and shit (see screenshot below). Evansville, you've proved you're the best at everything, just give us the password back, this has crossed the line...Just give tax the pass back guys, we'll drop all this stuff about the schools and I'll take down the post about you guys. Hopefully this will all clear up soon, as I know Tax is flaming pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Andy, I know I violated the rule, but this had to be posted immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/evillehackedus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; EDITERS NOTE: As of 5:13pm EU has officially been brought back online. But not because it was hacked, no no no, we we're just playing around. I mean, honestally, do you think Evansville would EVER be able to hack US? Come on. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107776878037376059?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107776878037376059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107776878037376059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/wtf-eu-hacked-by-evansville-as-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107776473448279601</id><published>2004-02-25T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T21:21:09.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;The Great Flame War of '04 ends in vanquish, rout for Evansville&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new day has dawn on the citizens of Edgerton and Evansville, two cities in southren wisconsin recently involved in a "flame war".  While this war was nothing short of amazing, it did prove to be insightful to both cities.  Several facts were discovered in the process of the war, including A. Edgerton's average ACT score being higher than that of Evansvile,B. Edgerton's population being greater than that of Evansville, C. Edgerton's GDP being higher than Evansville, and D. Edgerton's trailer park count being lower than Evansville.  Depsite these facts, Evansville resorted to comments dealing with how Edgerton was A. dumber than Evansville, B. Smaller than Evansville, C. Poorer than Evansville, and D. Edgerton being white trash.  While these statements do not line up with the facts, good points were made by both sides.  Evansville repeatdly made the comment that their football team beat Edgerton's football team and thus they were the superior city.  Edgerton made the comment that their basketball team beat Evansville 2 times this season, and thus they are the superior city.  While it is not the belief of the staff of this website that athletics soley determine which city is superior, it does place a great emphasis on this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reporter is not biased in any way/shape/form.  In light of the facts, and the statements provided by both sides, it is hearby declared that Edgerton is the winner of the Great Flame War of '04.  In fact, it is this reporters opinion that the battle ended in a complete rout for the Evansville side, due to their repeated statements about fucking pigs and "Im going to beat the shit out of you!".  While these arguments may be found logical in Evansville as logical points, the rest of the world deems these comments inadmissible.  Sorry to inform you.  Had a logical argument been presented by the Evansville side, this reporter would not hesitate to consider it, however that was not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this over 1 post concerning a certain team beating another certain team in an athletic event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never since the great "My sport is supperior to your sport! War of 2001" had this website seen such an influx of negative comments regarding a post on this website.  That war ended in a cease fire signed by both sides, and all was well.  Hopefully the two sides in this war can reach a similar agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the shotgun kid signing off, reminding you that making e-threats is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please do not take this post seriously, I'm just making satyrical observations of the recent comment war*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107776473448279601?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107776473448279601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107776473448279601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/great-flame-war-of-04-ends-in-vanquish.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107773454849359355</id><published>2004-02-25T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T15:44:32.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#0033FF&gt; Accomplish Much???....&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#0033FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF9900&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was really looking forward to the time when all this indiscreet arguing stops. But instead individuals are still on here disputing each others opinion and demeaning each other. Honestly, I haven't posted in a while because I felt no need to say anything. I don't care if people from Evansville are calling us all these names, talking about sports and crowding our comment posts with moronic ideas. Until now, I had told myself that posting my opinion would do nothing but make the situation more feebleminded and solve nothing.&lt;br /&gt;    I have never had anything against people from Evansville. Hell, I hardly know anyone from Evansville, so why would I? I mean come on people, is it really necessary to be so idiotic over one little sardonic post about a crowd of people who say they don't care about basketball. And yet they spend thier nights attending the games taunting something that has absolutely nothing to do with what's going on right in front of them. I guess it was the whole argument about the football teams that really pushed me off the edge. Congratulations Evansville, yes you beat us badly and yes we played like shit. It happends. But for people to be on here and just completely belittling our program is just wrong. As I remeber right, we went from winning only a single game in '02, to one game away from winning a conference championship in '03. How often do you see something like that?&lt;br /&gt;    Not only did we also beat Brodhead, who I might add was the state runner up, but we dominated them statistically. It was a great game and I have absolute respect for them, but Evansville did have two chances to play them, and failed to accomplish what we had done for the first time in years.I would like to end this post by again saying that I have nothing against people from Evansville, and that this site was made to talk about things that happen in our lives and not about making fun of each other. Oh and by the way, Phil Andrews is good shit, so keep your opinions to yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF9900&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107773454849359355?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107773454849359355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107773454849359355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/accomplish-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Tubbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107766166537406854</id><published>2004-02-24T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:32:06.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color= #3366FF&gt;  Wow...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color= #3366FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, lotta crap been goin on lately, and i haven't posted in a long time, so i figured, what the hey, might as well do 'er up.. So anyways, i guess we'll have to start off w/ the melee that broke out between e-town blog and EU, which was sparked off by a certain update by Fidel.. Well, we at the blog were kinda pissed off cause we were caught off-guard by this, and well, needless to say, the bickering ensued.  The way that this fight ended could pretty much be summed up by the comment left by Fidel here on the blog "Once we all realize that we got in a fight over fucking BLOGS everything will be okay. I promise. As for the disclaimer, yes it was half assed but I really did mean it. I mean, come on, your site isn't bad. I admit, it used to be, but it has gone up in quality A LOT aside from a few Stolte and Moore posts. Anyway, I apologized but I still want you guys to realize that it was a parody of your old site, not the one now. It was a joke, and I meant no harm by it. Seriously, you guys can take that or leave it, but it's true." &lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot to say, hey guys, I fucked up, my bad, we shouldn't be fighting over something as small as blogs.. We should have learned this from "You've got served", in which some African Americans fought over who could dance better.  Luckily, our fighting, unlike in the movie, didn't end up in a dance over, nor gang violence, in which Godzilla ultimately gets reawakened in the chaos caused by the "great" dance-off.. But at any rate, it seems like within seconds of this fight was over, another began..&lt;br /&gt;This one, was instead of 8 people verse about 5, it was 4, almost 5 thousand against 4,000.. I'm talking about the Ville vs. Town fighting.. This one started when the people of E-ville found our humble ol website, and misinterprated what one of our writers (Tito) had posted, which contained information about a certain basketball event that had occurred on the previous night.  This post had included some small comments about the dislike of a certain caveman looking person in the RVC, and the lack of spirit from the opposing high school crowd (with the exception of one fairly portly guy who was wiggling and jiggling his way in front of the opposing crowd).. Basically, to make a long story short, E-ville got pissed off during their confusing, and bombarded our comment section of our web page, thusly making asses out of their city.. I don't know how many times we can say it, we didn't have anything against Evansville, however, were disappointed in the lack of school spirit.  I mean, i know what it's like to go to a mediocre to good boys basketball game (ie. our last years team, which consisted of mainly Juniors, and no seniors what so ever).  However, we still made the best of it.  After all, we weren't gunna just sit back, making our time that we spend at the school pretty much a waste, but instead started up crazy assed cheers that made us laugh.. This is what we were disappointed in.  &lt;br /&gt;At any rate, the Evansville students "retaliated" by flooding our site with the words/phrases of "fucking faggots" "your town smells like poop/shit/pigs/etc." "You guys are drunk farmers/pig/chicken/butt rapers/fuckers/rural residents/etc." "Why don't you wait till football season, something we do care about" and "me and my Jansville/Crig/Mafia/etc. friends are gunna come over there and kick your ass"  Despite numerous efforts by our staff to reassure the people of Evansville that our staff were not homosexuals, were not farmers, and did take showers, the people of Evansville persisted and continued with the threats of somehow getting a mob of people together with the sole purpose of "kicking our asses."  I mean seriously, had they thought before they incoherently rambled on about a bunch of none-since, they would have realized that hey, they were making asses of themselves, and were definitely not scaring us with their threats of gang violence.  At any rate, this fighting continued, and at one point was halted by the blocking of IP addresses by the administrators of this site (which has since been undone)..&lt;br /&gt;When will this bickering end? Time will only tell.. Until then, we will have to see what "intelligent" rebuttals Evansville will bring against the staff of the E-town blog, and the city of Edgerton itself.. Despite when/how this feud will end, one fact will remain, Edgerton's boys basketball team still won on Friday, no matter how many "wait till football" "faggots" or threats/slanders are made against this site..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunya - Feb 23 2004, 01:10 pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya'll are overrated if you are supposedly the num 6 team in the state and can beat evansville by a combined 4 pts in two games. and football is a hell of a lot more important in evansvilel than basketball so that is most likely why they said that, they dont care about basketball but love kicking your asses all over the football field &lt;br /&gt;And yet Jordan insists we are in fact, the "hicks"..  Big ups to spell checkers, e-threats, and e-flaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107766166537406854?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107766166537406854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107766166537406854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Cobes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107765704429732495</id><published>2004-02-24T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:19:16.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; Let's settle down, guys/girls....&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It has come to my attention that a small e-war has started over opposing schools now. All I can say is that Im glad youve found somewhere you can go to let out all of your incoherent rants. Among the 140-odd comments I have seen maybe 1 legitimate position. I thought Id just take a minute or two to present some of the comments Ive seen while reading through the list. Among the ones listed are a few that stick out in my mind, for both astronomical grammatical errors as well as inarticulate ramblings. I guess this just goes to show the character of the people in a town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to clear up any confusion, which obviously there is a lot, My post was in no way intended to question the character of the people of Evansville. In no way did I make any threats or insult any individuals that reside in the town. The post was merely satirical and intended to inform the rest of the Edgertonians who did not attend the game for various reasons. The jesting about the crowd you ask, well the truth hurts. Good day and happy posting!! WISSPORTS.NET BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Evansville hates basketball we really dont care if we lose. Its to bad we beat u in every other sport, nice tennis team u fags whats next for u water polo. fucking queers."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious that you do not care about basketball, especially if you lose. Because If you did, youd be making idiots of yourself on website proving you have nothing better to do with your time. Makes you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you ppl are a bunch of alcoholic ass packing queers!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes one to know one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"this is cole cronin you guys are so fuckin gay i kicked all of your asses in football and ill do it again assfucks."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an obvious a severe case of "the sporting team from my high school is superior team from your high school" syndrome. Grow up dude, no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Actually, you cant ban our IP, Id like to see you try."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, since your whole town posted inside the school, they all have the same IP: 205.213.111. And as far as not being able to block them, I could, but I love seeing you guys make asses of yourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I cant wait til i see your bitch ass on the street i am gonna pound youre face in"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, who are you talking to? Do you actually know who any us of are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Skat ths you FAG. Besides brain didt u say that u dodnt create this site to rip on other ppl from other tons that makes alot of sense shotgun bitch cuz i see a picture of the evansville faithfull being called homos, so stick that shotgun in your mouth cause "kids with Guns" sucks ass you long haired nappy bitch."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to write a review of this but Microsoft word crashed when I ran the spell-checker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I think that bubba is a big gay homo and i agree that he does like goats and little boys. He had a nice basket, too bad it was at the wrong hoop. Thanks for the poing dumb ass. your fans need some new cheers and need to put your cheerleaders on slim fast."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was obviously not written by someone from Evansville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"EDGERTON IS A DUMP STOP BRAGGIN BOUT YOUR SHITTY LIL WHITE TRASH TOWN!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/keyboard4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Population Comparison&lt;br /&gt;Edgerton: 4933&lt;br /&gt;Evansville: 4039&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ura buch of dirty bastards ripping on ppl you dont know"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who are you and what exactly are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"what are all of you going to do after high school? &lt;br /&gt;50%-farmers , 50%-homeless bums who sit around talking about the time you beat Evansville for once in your lives. Woopty fuckin doo. Get a life!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New statistics reporting on this post:&lt;br /&gt;50% - Dont Care.&lt;br /&gt;50% - Dont Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You guys are all gay from Edgerton. Wow beat us in basketball. Lets talk about football, wrestling, baseball, anything. Try beating us in a sport that we actually care about. oh yeah, way to storm the court after the game you gay faggot fans. What did you just win the state championship? Oh yeah you beat the second to last team in the RVC. Wow big accompplishment. Its practically like beating Palmyra. So, keep fuckin your cows and shit over there and leave the real sports to us."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much the stereotypical post. Comment that we beat in basketball, and wanting to talk about football, wrestling, chess, etc. And at the end a comment about a cow/pig/armadillo/etc. And don't forget the gay/fag/smell like poop comments. Reality check, the post meant no disrespect to the people of Evansville or their other sporting associations. At worst, It poked fun of the student cheering section, no one individual. Also, the feelings on this site do not reflect the majority of Edgerton, just a few people who write freely, not forcing anyone to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"UR A JOKE EDGERTON!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, wait I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Okay, you are conference champs. I know. Lets just see how you do in the playoffs"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you guys were conference champions we would be saying the exact same thing. Dont you see how hypocritical all you people are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I think that everyone in edgerton are fag flaming hicks that chew tabaccee and are not going to go anywhere in life. You fags waste all your time making websites to make fun of us, hoping that we will read them. Well, us in Evansville like seeing the fat kids jump around. You got a fat kid of your own you fags. So, your making fun of your gay boyfriend Rouch..? too. I will see all of you guys on friday and throughout the playoffs. And were bringing a short, skinny kid. Try making fun of him fags."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prove the exact opposite with that. Also, no one cares what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hi, I am from Edgerton. Just to clear a few things up on hear I am going to make a confession. Everyone here is gay. Every guy ever to go to this school is a huge homo. I am a little freshman, and I have been ass raped multiple times this year. I have also witnessed a few pig rapings. This is mostly done by guys like Warner, Zacharias, and mostly Johnson. I have been ass pounded by him more times than you can imagine. Sorry fellow Edgerton people, but I had to tell the truth."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this post. Coincidentally, it had the IP address of 205.213.111! WTF - oh yeah thats Evansville High Schools. Good job, dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107765704429732495?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107765704429732495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107765704429732495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/lets-settle-down-guysgirls.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107757771466528811</id><published>2004-02-23T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T17:10:35.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Well, ain't that interesting?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Although this post contains information about Fidel, It has nothing to do with Fidel and is just a joke, except for the serious parts.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until now, I've kept my voice from being heard in this little internet fight going on.  Why you might ask?  Well, I know that in a couple of days, maybe weeks, this will most likely blow over, so I dont want to say something that people might take the wrong way.  But I do have a problem with your posts, Mr. Fidel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you put up a disclaimer, but I have to believe that was a half-ass disclaimer.  You dont write that kind of critisicm and not get comments back.  Second of all, you poke fun at what you feel are several cliche posts from this website.  One of these cliches is cruising the strip.  I ask you, when was the last time we posted about cruising the strip, apart from Bob and Kyle who are new to this site?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We post about things in our lives that happen, which we might find comical, or we might just think people should know about.  So what if we post about going to basketball games.  Afterall, most of our readers are highschool kids from Edgerton, don't you think they would like to read about topics that interest most high school kids?  Most high schoolers like to read about sports / parties, or opinions of other schools.  Whoa! That sounds like one crazy-ass idea, high school kids reading about their high school?!  It's called school spirit.  Often times this website's posts are merely satyrical in nature.  What's wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, our posts can be dumb at times.  In fact, I often read bob's posts and think they are retarded.  But hey, we're not forcing you to read this site.  We dont force anyone to read this site.  But I'm going to have to go with Jake and Walker here...and that is if you have a problem with how something is written on this site, use the resources provided (email adrresses, screen names) to tell us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is the internet, Im not going to tell someone to not write something on their website just because it makes me look bad.  This website is all about free speach....we dont censor our comments like you do.  So comment if you must.&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107757771466528811?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107757771466528811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107757771466528811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-aint-that-interesting-although.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107757286823919089</id><published>2004-02-23T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T16:32:42.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; Sending Postcards from a plane crash (wish you were here)....&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Fidel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this as a response to your legendary review. I was unsure of the objective of your letter but I now question its legitimacy. Its understood now that you have questioned the redundancy of our journalism. However, as I read your own writings, I cant help to see a few replicate entries of your own. I realize that your intention behind your post was hilarity, but behind every joke there is some truth. And its true when they say the truth hurts. I must confess, hesitantly, that I was up all last night, pondering what I should do about this. Does Fidel have a point? Is what he saying really true? No. I must admit after many hours of sleepless contemplation I could really find no line of reasoning to your testimony. But then I thought, is he writing because he subconsciously wants to be involved in our activities? No, hes much too sophisticated than that. So what did I conclude you may ask? Well nothing really. I found the post to be nothing more than a bunch of incoherent rambling filled with injudicious material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With respect,&lt;br /&gt;Tito Puente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Here's my poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play this game called 'when you catch fire'&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't piss to put you out&lt;br /&gt;Stop burning bridges and drive off of them&lt;br /&gt;So I can forget about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107757286823919089?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107757286823919089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107757286823919089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/sending-postcards-from-plane-crash.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107750362639679692</id><published>2004-02-22T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T16:34:50.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; OMFG CAN U DO THAT???....&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In repsonse to Fidel's post : &lt;a href="http://www.wiredsafety.org/forms/stalking.html"&gt;Like Totally.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Edit: UPDATE &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/sweet.JPG"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107750362639679692?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107750362639679692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107750362639679692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/omfg-can-u-do-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107738659628067511</id><published>2004-02-21T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:09:02.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; Edgerton proves it's dominance once again...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; I had the opportunity to visit the Evansville High School campus last night to watch their supposed "under rated" basketball team take on our allegedly "over-rated" basketball team. It proved to be an interesting matchup. One thing is for sure though, Evansville has one of the gayest student cheering sections in the RVC. Throughout the game their were many horrible calls but what would an Evansville game be like without them? As always our students conjured up many interesting rants leaving the E-ville students in the dust. They even had the audacity to copy two or three of ours. We replied with the "How Original" chant many times. Towards the end of the game our own Ryan Phelps accidentally put the ball in Evansville basket ( no big deal we were still ahead) so Coach Wanless called a timeout, however the WIAA referees, being the good guys they are, didn't acknowledge this and Evansville made a quick basket while our guys were't paying attention. This put the game at 22-24, the closest it had been in a while. Long story short, we won and Evansville's crowd got progressively gayer as the game went on. All said and done though, It was a very good game and I give props to Evansville's bball team for sticking with us. In conclusion, we gave Evansville points and we still beat them. I hear the Palmyra game is supposed to be pretty close though.&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/Evansville.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is a graph that demonstrates the activity of the Evansville students. Not only were two jolly gentleman dressed in tight clothes jumping up and down all night but one fan also greeted me personally, walking over and telling me I did a nice impression of him after I made fun of him for bitching about a blatent reach foul. The two minor sags in the graph indicate timeouts and/or halftime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/e-ville_fans.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; This is a picture of Evansville's crowd somewhere near peak gayness. (Exception: Phil Andrews)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/everson.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Best Athlete in the whole RVC: Jordan Everson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107738659628067511?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107738659628067511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107738659628067511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/edgerton-proves-its-dominance-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107722948419382927</id><published>2004-02-19T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:07:47.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; Since no ones posted in a day....&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; I don't really have an update or anything but since no one has posted in a whole day I thought I'd post some footage I found layin around from the boy's game in Brodhead. Billy was kind of pissed off at the amount of time it took McDonald's to serve him his food. Oh yeah we hit up a Mest/Fall Out Boy concert last night but they wouldn't let cameras in so I couldn't get anything but I took some outside. They're on T-Bags cam though so I'll post them later.&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/wretched/billpissed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webpages.charter.net/wretched/BillSettle.WMV"&gt;CLICK HERE TO WATCH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; In other news, I was browsing the Edgerton Repeater tonight and came across something that caught my eye.&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/wretched/ShotgunKid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Let's zoom-in just a little here... &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/wretched/ShotgunKid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; HAHA, what kind of dumbass would be stupid enough to do that? Err wait.. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107722948419382927?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107722948419382927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107722948419382927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/since-no-ones-posted-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107707941710122588</id><published>2004-02-17T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T20:13:15.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; We are all around kickass &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Tonight I witnessed something not to many school's can say they can hold claim to. Curing the 3rd quarter of the Boy's basketball game against Brodhead a select group of Edgertonians were brought out into the main hallway of the highschool. I came around the corner and saw a group of Brodhead students forming a semi-circle. Soon Edgerton students completed the other half. Then two liter bottles of soda were introduced and before I knew it a "chugging conest" had ensued. About 30 seconds into the match I noticed the Brodhead chugger head for the garbage while Edgerton chugger, Erik Ruosch showed no signs of slowing. Shortly after the bottle was given to Brett Eddy and finished with Luke Tadder. Edgerton pulled away with the victory in both categories for the night. Edgerton 38 Brodhead 31.   This just proves that we can kickass in everything. Footage below. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webpages.charter.net/wretched/ChugContest.WMV"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR FOOTAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107707941710122588?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107707941710122588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107707941710122588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/we-are-all-around-kickass-tonight-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107707904653690341</id><published>2004-02-17T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T16:01:36.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#0033FF&gt; It's on Like Donkey Kong, BIOCTH!!....&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#0033FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF9900&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me and shotgun decided to get some food after the game, so we went to culvers and debated what kind of voice I should use as I order my food. We decided to go with the classic "Retarded" voice and shotgun pretended like he was my severely autistic brother. First of all I tell then to wait cause we didn't know what we wanted at the time. I finally ordered our food and they didn't say anything for like five minutes. So of course we were both like wtf!??! Then the girl gets back on the radio things laughing her ass off. So finally we drive up to the window, were shotgun decided to put his retard skills into full use. Meanwhile this girl (who was quite the looker I might add) was giggling with all her fellow employee's. We drove away and finally realized that they probly thought he was actually retarded, which is actually quite true to be honest. Anyways we laughed our asses off and overall it was pretty funny shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF9900&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF9900&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh and I would just like to say that Theran Steindl is extremely HOMOSEXUAL, and the only reason the guys win at fivestar is because the girls would rather be naked than watch him do it!!......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF9900&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107707904653690341?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107707904653690341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107707904653690341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-on-like-donkey-kong-biocth.html' title=''/><author><name>Tubbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107707660771126521</id><published>2004-02-17T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:00:22.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#00FF00&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dude, where's the fuckin' school?&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#00FF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #0099FF&gt; Well more or less me and Wretch went to the basketball game tonight, and several things happened.  First and foremost, we won.  Of course, me and Wretch got lost on the way, so we're drivin around brodhead like where the fuck is this school at?  So after passing the cop shop we take off down this one road and come to some trailer park dead end deal.  We're like what the fuck?  So we go back and find some old lady, and ask her how to get to the school.  So she says we're on the right road, but going the wrong way.  So I backed up into her driveway and took off in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt; We get to a stop sign about a mile down the road, and my car just dies.  I'm all like shit dude, stuck in the ghettos of Brodhead.  So I try and it just starts back up again, and we're like well that was fucked up.  So we get to the game around halftime, and get in for free.  The game was boring, some people played with my camera and Tito's girlfriend had some weirld spot on her face.  Nothing too exciting, besides my car being a piece of shit and I need a newer one.  Long story short, the game wasn't all too exciting, but it was something to do on a tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all you dicks that bitch about me not posting worthwhile shit, well, you can go fuck yourselves.&lt;/font color= #0099FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107707660771126521?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107707660771126521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107707660771126521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/dude-wheres-fuckin-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Garbageman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107706130914635170</id><published>2004-02-17T17:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:37:42.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#99FFCC&gt;&lt;b&gt; I'll try it again &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color=#336600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm trying this thingy out again. But while I'm at it, i might as well talk about something. for those who do not want to read something pointless, leave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H'OK, so Saturday night, i was at work, really f'n bored. Diedrick calls me up and tells me hes bored. so i just left work early, and we took off for janesville. So when we get to janesville i start drivin around and we are thinkin of somethin to do, when my car starts this clankin' noise BS, whenever i let off the gas. So i'm like WTF mates. and D, hes just like ahhh its nothin, just somethin caught somewhere or somethin. SO i keep drivin. Soon, its gettin louder and startin to piss me off. so we are about to park it, when D it all like, dude look at that car sittin there, its so homeless i gotta take a pic of that. so we go take a pic of the two bums in their pOs&lt;b&gt;(&lt;a href="http://webpages.charter.net/wretched/Homeless.jpg"&gt;BUMS&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/B&gt;, and take off and the follow me, until i park and get out, so they take off like im gonna beat their ass or somethin. ANYWAYS we can figure out whats wrong with my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, i take my car to D's dad, and he looks at it, and wow, the Bolts holding the engine mount were almost off, and my tow mount was completely wrapped around my engine torque mount, and it was bent really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO basically im one lucky mofo that my enigne didnt fall outta my car while i was driving or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your going to post a comment and tell me im stupid, or that was pointless... please, dont waste your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props to &lt;b&gt;Garbageman&lt;/b&gt; for some crazy pics of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/wretched/Crazy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/wretched/Crazy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/wretched/Crazy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://webpages.charter.net/wretched/Speedlimit.jpg"&gt;Speed Limit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, thats all for now, bye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3300&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107706130914635170?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107706130914635170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107706130914635170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/ill-try-it-again-so-yeah-im-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Wretch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107698894351788366</id><published>2004-02-16T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T21:37:36.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; Edgerton, we have forums.&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; That's right, EU and the "E-Blog" have combined powers and opened up a forum for anyone to post on to get other ideas that we don't report brought to the public. The link is over on the left and you can find it on EU. It's free and you don't need to register or anything so hop over there and get some threads started. Peace out. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107698894351788366?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107698894351788366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107698894351788366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/edgerton-we-have-forums.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107687291408763134</id><published>2004-02-15T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T13:23:46.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#00FF00&gt; I'm back... &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#00FF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #0099FF&gt; Well, I couldn't post for a bit there, but I'm back.  Not much has happened really, me, shotgun kid, and bob went down to Iowa last weekend, and saw his step dads array of about 25 different guns.  And a total of three hot chicks and one that sounded like a dude.  Anyways, this weekend I went and got a camera so I'll probably have some pics up eventually.  So until something worth writing about happens, I'm out &lt;/font color= #0099FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107687291408763134?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107687291408763134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107687291408763134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Garbageman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107682528645166252</id><published>2004-02-14T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T21:10:15.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;The Adventures of Phil "Fuckin Right" Andrews and his straight six&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;It saturday night, and you're looking for something to do.  Who do you turn to?  Phil Fucking Right Andrews.  A true American.  On a recent occasion, I had the pleasure of hangin out with this American Icon on a saturday night, with a select group of idividuals we like to call "The Others"...The Others includes Tubs, Theran, and Therans possie of 3.  So We're at the mall, and were like, wow, cant believe its a saturday night, and were watching some fags play dance dance revolution extreme.  So JMoore calls up Phil, and we decided to go to his cousins house and hang out, while spontaneously drinking 'sun drop'.  So we stay there in Jville for a while playin some cards and watching the wisconsin bball game, lil gimmer decideds to piss the cat off royoally and the thing starts attacking everyone trying to rip our faces off.  We thought that that was enough of that, so we dicide to leave the place in search of better times.  We take highway 14 towards evansville to phils house.  When we got there, we dicide to kick the shit out of his sisters boyfriend.  Man, that kid was a fag.  Anyways, they yell at us for eating their gobstoppers, which would later come back to haunt us, and we once again set out in search of adventure.  We set our sites on Weary Road.  As local fokelore has it, this road is extremely haunted and you will most likely shit your pants once you see all the ghoasts attacking your car with bloody axes.  We were up for the challenge.  So we get going down the road, all is going well, and we get to a bridge on the road.  Legend has it that if you shut your vehicle off on this bridge, scary shit comes out of the woods and you shat your pants.  So we wait, noting happens....it was just not to be.  So we start the straight six up again (aka phils truck) and head off down the road in search of these "ghoasts".  Alas, we were not to see any.  At this point, we were pissed, cause the ghoasts failed us, and we were also on extreme sugar highs from all the sundrop.  We decided to go off-roading.  But there was a problem.  The side of the road was at least a 60 degree incline, and no matter how hard we pushed the straight six, nothing would happen.  We were stuck in the middle of a field on Weary Road, the most haunted place in rock county.  It was the first time EVER in the HISTORY of the straight six it had been stuck.  So we all get out, and try to rock it and get it un-stuck, but it was not to be.  Several cars drove by at this point, and to advoid embarresment, we ran out into the middle of the field for no apparent reason.  This happened several times in the course of us calling everyone we possibly knew for a tow.  Virgil, the great guy he is, came and picked JMoore and Theran up, as well as Therans groupies.  They were going back to get JMoores chevy to get the ford out of the snow.  So me and phil are sitting in his truck, and he mentions to me that this event is blog worthy, and I agree, so that is why i am currently writing this long ass story.  Anyways, phil calls some people and eventually someone shows up, hooks a chain up, and pulls us back onto the road.  Awesome.  We proceeded to "hoot and holler", and yell "FUCKING RIGHT" at the top of our lungs to these "ghoats"...as well as drink more sundrop.  So we are driving about 85 miles an hour, go over some railroad tracks, and phils exhaust breaks off.  Now we got straight pipes bitch!  So we're headed back to phils house, and phil decides that offroading through the field next to his house is a good idea, so we have at it.  Well, we didnt get stuck that time, thank god.  So we meet up at phils house, kick the shit out of carlies bf again, and then go to fuck around some more.  Plenty of sundrop was consumed in the process.  I get in therans vehicle, cause i got a curfew and all, but we see that phil decides that offroading through the field once was not enough, so he goes again.  JMoore follows.  Phil also decides that getting the straight six stuck once was not enough, so he does it again.  JMoore proceeds to whip shitties all around phil, then pulls him out.  Then the ghoasts came and freaked the shit out of us.  The fuckin followed us from weary road.  I heard one of them say that there were watching us the whole fuckin time.  we were all scared shitless so we drove about 300 miles an hour towards gibbs lake, cause ghoasts dont like water.  Anways, we hit some puddles on the way, which melted the ghoasts and all was well in the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be known, the truth: Phil Andrews and the rest of his crew recieved no citations from any police department regarding the consumption of sundrop.  No underages for drinking sundrop, and no driving while under the influence of sundrop.  so stop spreading rumors, you heard it...errr, read it....from the source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I just made up that entire last part about the ghoasts and all....but you already figured that out.  Keep on keeping on, and this is the shotgun kid signing off, saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep drinking that 'sundrop'!"&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107682528645166252?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107682528645166252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107682528645166252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/adventures-of-phil-fuckin-right.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107674218221093149</id><published>2004-02-14T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T10:55:45.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; New Online Merchandise...and our favorite Chilean Nationalist&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Just lettin people know that we now have an online store with a bunch of crap with our logo on it.  A t-shirt just isn't a t-shirt without a boring little square logo on it. Yeah and thanks to taxman for showing me the site eventhough I'm sure someone showed it to him. I know some of the stuff maybe be kind of pricey but its as cheap as it will go. 13 bucks for a shirt isn't too bad. It sure beats driving to the mall or something and having your mom buy a shirt for you at Abercombmobie for $56. Anyway, yeah I hope you like the stuff, I've already got some orders from kids in Maylaysia...yes Maylaysia. If you want a shirt or anything with a different color logo (the default is red) we can manage to change that for you. Later. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;In other news, Edgerton local Andrew Thompson and foreigner Sebastian Pizzaro engaged in a very heated debate over important topics such as war, underage drinking and a lot of yelling. If you can't understand C-bass at all times hes says "You fat american bastards" and "We will invade you, you will die!" Click on the picture to view some footage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/andycbass.WMV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= "http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/cbassyandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107674218221093149?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107674218221093149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107674218221093149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/new-online-merchandise.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107664486373648255</id><published>2004-02-12T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T17:40:50.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt; Positive cheering...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;Cheering was brought to a whole new level tonight with the introduction of the new "bowling cheer." This wasn't really like any other cheer that you'll see at the bball games. This was a whole different scenario. It's not really clear if the bowling skit is intended to "psych out" the opposing team or what, but we don't really bother with details. So without further adiu, I present to you, the EHS "10-Pin salute."&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/bowling.WMV"&gt;CLICK HERE TO WATCH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107664486373648255?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107664486373648255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107664486373648255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/positive-cheering.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107660088410788092</id><published>2004-02-12T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T15:58:09.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#0033FF&gt;Greatly Missed......&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#0033FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF9900&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A local hero I now call "The Shotgun Kid" has recently made his return to our prestigious institute of fine education or otherwise known as Edgerton High. As you might already know, or are about to find out, this noble person was suspended for a period of three school days for possession of a few shotgun shells found in his backpack during our recent bomb scare. Seen as a threat by a assc. principle we wont name and an Edgerton police officer who's greatly disliked, they feared the safety of his fellow students and did not want a duplicate of something like what happened at columbine high school in Colorado. A truly sad story, but now his company again graces our wonderfull halls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF9900&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.porkrind.com/shotgun.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107660088410788092?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107660088410788092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107660088410788092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/greatly-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>Tubbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107647471710101510</id><published>2004-02-10T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T17:05:18.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;God Help Kory Ainsworth&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kory Ainsworth freaked out tonight at the game and lucky for me, I had my trusty cam with me. So, for your viewing pleasure, I give you Kory "HardKore" Ainsworth freaking out at the girls basketball game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/taxman/kory.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://webpages.charter.net/taxman/kory.wmv"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107647471710101510?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107647471710101510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107647471710101510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/god-help-kory-ainsworth-kory-ainsworth.html' title=''/><author><name>Taxman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107645800459789505</id><published>2004-02-10T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T18:08:32.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Stickers...available....&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;Clear 2x4 stickers with the 8 is more than 7 logo available starting now.  25 cents a piece or 5 for a dolla.  If you want some, email me or tell me somehow, and tell me which logo you want.  Logos are the same as for the shirts.&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107645800459789505?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107645800459789505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107645800459789505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/stickers.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107644205712024490</id><published>2004-02-10T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T15:34:04.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Order Form&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webpages.charter.net/andrewt05/Order%20Form.doc"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107644205712024490?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107644205712024490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107644205712024490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/order-form-click.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107638552666924064</id><published>2004-02-09T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T22:09:29.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Here's a few t-shirt designs to look at.&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; I was kind of shocked when I started receiving orders for t-shirts so I started drawing up some different colors because I don't really want all the shirts to be the same. Yeah so If you see one you like let me know. Andy will be drafting up an order form dealy. Just remember the # that you like, its on the slide. If you want something else just let me know and I'll do it, I'd be happy too. It's pretty much available in any color combination you want I just have a few popular ones down below. Later. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EMBED src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/Slideshow.swf" quality=high bgcolor=#FFFFFF  WIDTH=550 HEIGHT=400 TYPE="application/x-shockwave-flash" PLUGINSPAGE="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;Note: You'll need flash player to view it. You can get it &lt;a href="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107638552666924064?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107638552666924064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107638552666924064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/heres-few-t-shirt-designs-to-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107620094700423190</id><published>2004-02-07T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T18:07:49.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Blog t-shirts are back!&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;Yes thats right, the t-shirts are back and better than ever. For $4 (and your own shirt) or $7 (with a shirt of ours) you can your very own shirt and strut your "stuff" down the halls in school, flashing our logo to onlooking students.  Eventhough you might not be a writer here you will be an honorary member of the blog. Talk to me in school or whatever to get one I don't really care. Also, I have a lot of different colors/fonts avaible so don't think you can just get the one in the pic. Later, dicks.&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107620094700423190?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107620094700423190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107620094700423190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-t-shirts-are-back-yes-thats-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107617322091344166</id><published>2004-02-07T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T12:49:58.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Edgerton student arrested in school bomb scare &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; EDGERTON-A 17-year-old high school student was arrested Friday afternoon on a charge of creating a bomb scare, a felony. Police identified the student as Andrew Hopp. He was released to his parents and given a court date of March 15. Hopp was immediately suspended and will face an expulsion hearing as early as Feb. 23. Superintendent Norman Fjelstad said the school district would pursue charges against him. Hopp faces a fine of up to $10,000 and as much as 31/2 years in jail for the offense.  More than 1,700 elementary, middle and high school students were evacuated from the city's main campus late Thursday morning after a high school student found a handwritten letter that threatened to blow up all the campus buildings. Lt. Robert Bolgrihn said tips from other high school students lead him to Hopp. After comparing the penmanship on Hopp's school work to the letter, he said he confronted Hopp and the student confessed. Bolgrihn said he believed Hopp was a "copycat" because he allegedly told other students that he thought a bomb threat on Jan. 29 was "cool." In that case, authorities emptied the high school after they found a bomb threat written on a boys bathroom wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolgrihn said the letter discovered Thursday at the high school read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a bomb in all three schools. I know your routine. Last week was just a wake-up call. Have a nice day, fuckers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolgrihn said he did not believe Hopp was involved with the earlier threat. Fjelstad said chills went down his spine when he read the letter found Thursday. He called the bomb threat a "kind of terrorism." "You have to take these kinds of things very seriously," he said. "It's no different than what other countries are experiencing. "But I want people to know that one student does not reflect our student body," he said. "And it was because of other students that this crime was solved so quickly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motive: 10 dollars worth of weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107617322091344166?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107617322091344166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107617322091344166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/edgerton-student-arrested-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107610409151416416</id><published>2004-02-06T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:25:30.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Activity Day?....more like Activity week&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;So i'm sitting in 4th block today, watching some dumbass teenages talk about how much they hate their lives....and all of the sudden i hear denise "Excuse the interruption, would you have andrew thompson come down to the office?" I'm like great....As i was walking to office, I was pondering what in the hell i was being called into the office for.  Perhaps, they thought i was the bathroom bomber.  Perhaps, someone hit my car in the parking lot.  Perhaps, they might have even found this very website and decided to reprimand me for the pictures on this site.  As I arrived at the office, I still could not figure out what in the fuck i was there for.  It went downhill from there.  Denise said that Mr. Halberg wanted to talk to me.  So I'm like, alright, what did i do?  She leads me into the conference room, opens the door, and theres the douchebag himself sitting with a police officer, one Mr. Boulgrim.  I'm like, what the fuck?  So I sit down, and they start going over some notes with each other, 5 minutes later Boulgrim was like "Do you know why we brought you in here?" I said i had no (fucking)clue.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago, during the middle of duck hunting season, I decided one day that i would go hunting over at sheapskin.  As i was putting all my shit together, i couldnt find one of my regular bags for hunting, so I decided to empty the contents of my backpack and load it up to go hunting...I didn't think that this would ultimately lead to my demise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Anways, back to my story, I'm sittin in the conference room, and Boulgrims like, well, we found three shotgun shells in your backpack.  I was like, oh....yeah, i used my bag for hunting last year, must have forgot to take them out.  Boulgrim would have none of it.  He turns to Doucheberg, and is like "I will call the DA's office and find out where I can go with this."  Fuck, im thinking, now im gonna get in trouble with the police, because i cant remember shit.  Then i get lead into Halbag's office and hes like well, i have four questions for you, and i want you to answer them honestly, and i already know what your going to say.  So he asks me shit like was i going to kill people with shotgun shells, was i trying to protect myself, blah blah blah blah fucking blah.  He's like, well, if you went to school in madison, they'd say goodbye, see you next februrary, which is complete bullshit, and then he's sits there like hes thinking about what punishment to give me when i know for a fact he was thinking if he would like to have homosexual buttsex with officer bulgrim later that night or not.....long story short, or long in this case, i got suspended for three days cause Fuckberg is bretthower's puppet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started thinking to myself.  Seeing as how last wednesday was activity day, I decided that, starting Sat. Feb. 7th, I will be enjoying 5 days of vacation henceforth known as "Activity Week"  I am considering many activities that will be enjoyed during this time period, including, but not limited too, plentiful beverage consumption, bountiful sleeping-in, and most likely a trip to Janesville, Madison, and possibly some other city.  I'll make sure to send postcards to everyone...just don't forget me in my time of peril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107610409151416416?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107610409151416416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107610409151416416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/activity-day.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107601314473758652</id><published>2004-02-05T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:40:38.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Goodbye to an old friend&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; As some of you might know, our good friend Chris Ruder is leaving us and dropping off the face of the earth for 6 months. Actually Mr. Ruder is staying with a family in Costa Rica, approximately 2,000 miles away. Before Chris's big emotion trip we all went to his house to bid him a due. We played pool, ping pong and some foosball, ate cake, smoked marijuana and knitted bracelets for the underpriveldged. It was a very emotional night. The highlight of the night was Kieth McGarry's performance of his song about Chris. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/group_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/keith.WMV"&gt;Bonus footage of Keith's performance!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107601314473758652?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107601314473758652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107601314473758652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/goodbye-to-old-friend-as-some-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107594754653021064</id><published>2004-02-04T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:21:35.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Check it out, yo&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;a href="http://clarkson.edu/~wirkusf/stfu.swf"&gt;This is hilarious&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107594754653021064?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107594754653021064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107594754653021064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/check-it-out-yo-this-is-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107587047805937896</id><published>2004-02-03T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:27:07.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Has to come to this...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;It's sort of a shame when I find out that parents and educational staff members are starting to view, not just only this website, but others of the same nature. Then we all know they whine and complain and say that it's inappropriate and those kids shouldn't be doing that. Well the policy on that is simple, if you're offended, leave. Is that really that hard? There's a little 'x' on your browser....click it. But first off, why  do they need to be reading about our lives anyway. That's pathetic. And just because their whining doesn't mean I'm going to take down pictures or blur them out. There's a lot of other kids that are doing things 10x worse and aren't documenting it. Atleast they could be happy because they know what their kids are doing on the weekends. "Uh yeah Mom, I'm gonna spend the night at so-and-so's house, I'll be home some time tommorow." I'm pretty damn sure they're not going to a slumber party and making root-beer floats and talking about the opposite sex all night. Oh and if they give you that "I did it because I love you" - yeah good one. Basically, what I'm trying to say is, get a grip. Kids will be kids. Same thing with reading kid's AIM profile - I've heard of that too. That's even worse but I'm not going into that. So if you noticed the disclaimer thats what it's about. Just reminding people that they don't have to be here, no one is forcing them to be here. This site is supposed to be fun for students and it will be as long as were around. Well that's my two sense. Wow I'm out of breath.&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= "http://www.foundvoice.net/composl.jpg" align=2 height=197 width=500&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107587047805937896?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107587047805937896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107587047805937896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/has-to-come-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107577932440531396</id><published>2004-02-02T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:26:09.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #FF9900&gt; Walker and Tubs(Moore) Fight to the Death!&lt;/font color= #FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sumo.cz/tourneys/1999/1stjwsc/mvc-790s.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF9900&gt; To be continued....&lt;/font color= #FF9900&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107577932440531396?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107577932440531396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107577932440531396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/02/walker-and-tubsmoore-fight-to-death-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tubbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107543524591487952</id><published>2004-01-29T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T13:27:30.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color= #3366FF&gt;...And Bob still drives a chick car...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color= #3366FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you'd think by the title, i'd be implying that the world is completely the same, and i'm just posting because i'm bored... I am bored, yes, however, only 98% of the world is the same.. that other 2% would be dedicated to the world of sports.. Yes, the world of sports was completely shocked tonight as Ryan Fox made a basket.  And i'm not sayin for JV, he made a basket for Varsity.  I don't think this was possible, but as Beyer announced it over the talkie-thingy.. Wow.. Lemme just say, that was pretty amazing.. Yeah, we whipped Parkview's ass.  Game was almost completely one sided, so i guess the game was kinda boring, but then again, there is the fan-crowd.  The crowd was shocked and awed as they viewed a certain newspaper clipping of a certain wrestler on a certain edgerton high school team.. Another high light would have to be the monkey rolls performed during the break between the 3rd and 4th quarters.. Also, some douche bag named Adam, #20 on parkview fouled out, and as Corey Ray says, "he wouldn't stop bitching." i actually interviewed Mr. C-Ray. &lt;br /&gt;"The kid bitched way to much, he had gel in his hair and not to mention a tatoo of some sort of zodiac sign maybe, after being ejected from the game he sat on the bench where he continued to bitch, really he didn't contribute to the game other than the fouls, i hope he burns in hell."  Amen Corey.  We also had a pretty sweet cheer.. well, not really a cheer, more like a doing i guess, which was lead by Bus Driver Luke. He got the whole crowd goin in the direction his steerin wheel brought us.. It was pretty sweet.  And regardless of the outcome of the game (we kicked major ass), the Parkview gym is still ungodly small, and i hate their town.. and that pretty much wraps up the sporting world.  Next week i'll be interviewing the swimming coach, Mrs. Olsen.&lt;br /&gt;And once again, i'm Jake, and i'm out for sports..&lt;br /&gt;Err wait, turns out i don't do sports anymore cause apparently i "suck so bad at sports i should die" thanks JP.. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had a bomb threat today.  Kinda pissed me off that we used up our "get outt school cause some loser wrote there's a bomb in the school free" card already according to Super intendant Phjestlkj;slkjsl;kj sted.  It was colder than an monkey's tit out today, which made the bomb threat even cooler, i mean, alreadying knowing we had to stay in the g-damn elementry gym the whole day..  Yeah, and also which was gay unlike last year was the fact that they made us get our shit after the "threat was cleared."  I just found it funny that when mr halburg came over the intercome to say that all teachers had to bring their students over to the elementry school, wanless was like "DAMMIT" And when we were in the gym, the wigger kid and his ugly thing were making out, and mrs. luther (God bless her) comes up and she like gasps, and she's like, i'm pretty sure that that can wait till later. then the dumb girl kisses him again and she like covers her eyes. ha.. But anyways kinda gettin tired/rambling incoheriently, so i'm gunna end this mo-frow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so basically, if you're from milwaukee, and you move to a small town like edgerton, you apparently have to show that you 'haven't forgotten your roots' by dressin like you are of the opposite race.. Err wait, that's just what them dumb wigger kids do, my bad (you're gay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107543524591487952?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107543524591487952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107543524591487952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cobes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107541780732026613</id><published>2004-01-29T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T17:13:30.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Welcome our newest member...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; I have recently viewed "E-Town Peeps Blog", and I have to admit im quite amazed by your dedication to showing today's society what its like being a teenager. From then on, I realized that not only does your website give us something to do other than watching pornographic videos, but also keeps others like us off the streets, out of gangs, drugs, and possibly male prostitution. I would very much like to become a writer on this very prestigious webpage, truly believing it is the second best web page in the universe. Hopefully you will consider my proposal to be reasonable, and realize that I, Justin Moore, can greatly contribute to this remarkable work of art. Thank you. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Justin Moore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that we welcome our newest writer, Mr. Justin Moore. Everyone say Hi, Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107541780732026613?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107541780732026613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107541780732026613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/01/welcome-our-newest-member.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107534098924345307</id><published>2004-01-28T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T19:58:46.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Mike Sebastian?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2004/baseball/mlb/01/27/indians.gay.porno.ap/index.html?cnn=yes"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Just the picture though.....not the story.&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107534098924345307?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107534098924345307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107534098924345307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/01/mike-sebastian-click-here.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107492901793107026</id><published>2004-01-24T01:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T17:46:17.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;I heart police...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; So I was driving home and next thing I know this county hits his brakes and whips a shitty in the road and guns it after me because I was speeding. What is that? After I see his brake lights I look at my speedometer and its between 62 and 63 so I'm like oooh big deal 7-8 miles over no big deal. Well he walked up, had the audacity to knock on my window, and explained that I was going 68 in a 55. I was pissed. So I asked him if that was correct and he told me that "his radar doesn't lie." So he gave me the damn ticket (my first driving offense) and I did a burnout in the gravel. Obviously I was flaming pissed. Actually, I really wasn't, I didn't even really care. I do plan on fighting it though because my speedometer is off. So anyway thats my story and I'm stickin to it. Down with Howard Dean.&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= "http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/cops.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107492901793107026?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107492901793107026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107492901793107026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/01/fuck-da-police.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107486715380629599</id><published>2004-01-23T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T08:14:02.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Memories&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;It's times like these that make me think fondly of my days as a freshmen.  Ahh, how those days were the best.  My favorite time of freshmen year was winter finals.  As we are now taking winter finals, i remember what they were like back then.  In fact, alot of things are the same, including the wether.  I remember freshmen year it was about negative 60 degrees out and we all thought we'd go down to A and Scrubble You for some lunch...ah, how much fun that was.  Makes me wish i was a freshmen again....except for the not being able to drive part.  Oh, and the everyone in school hating you part.  Oh, and the constant beatings by my brother and his friends (they were seniors).  Oh, and just about everything about being a freshmen.  Now that I think about it, being a freshmen sucked.  I hate freshmen.  Have fun walking to the bakery you fucks.  haha, the rest of the school will drive to lunch and not freezr their nuts off.  haha....man, i hate freshmen....&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107486715380629599?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107486715380629599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107486715380629599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/01/memories-its-times-like-these-that.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107432256264087908</id><published>2004-01-17T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T13:01:15.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Im Jake and I'm out fer, wait...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; So we had the old crew hit up the Girl's Basketball Game against Palmyra-Eagle. They actually did beat Palmyra by like 20 points so that was cool. Other than that it was business as usual. I have a few pics from the night. Highlight of the night: BJ scoring from free subs from Cousins. We did the usual three camera shoot. Jake, BJ and Alvaro were doin the cameras, while me andy and kaiser sat in the room and directed. All in all it was a erally boring night, but Al sure did crack us up.&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= "http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/andy_subrockon"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Thompson's working hard...on his 15" club w/o onions&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= "http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/productioncart"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; The good ole production cart, what a beater.&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= "http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/abercrombie"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Abercrombie photo shoot. I heart 10 sec. timers.&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= "http://www.angelfire.com/blog/sosoguy01/alvaro"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Bolivian-born Alvaro Salas gives us a thumbs up.&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107432256264087908?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107432256264087908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107432256264087908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/01/im-jake-and-im-out-fer-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107394427414472774</id><published>2004-01-12T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T15:52:32.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;I spose&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;Just my opinion, and people seem to agree with me, but Bob...........well, rumor has it, your gay.  I like how the foriegn kid aka sebastian (c-bass) speaks better english than billy.  haha.  I spose......&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107394427414472774?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107394427414472774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107394427414472774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-spose-just-my-opinion-and-people.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107380203593167312</id><published>2004-01-11T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T00:21:52.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#00FF00&gt; You'd Never guess... &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#00FF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #0099FF&gt; So basically, tonight, I got pulled over.  Not for anything really...more or less because my windshield is broken.  So I got a warning for that...which is ok since I've been driving it that way for like, 4 months now.  So maybe I'll get around to fixing that...but I'm probably one of the few people that have ever gotten pulled over in Janesville by the State Patrol...anyways, the cop was cool about it and just gave me a warning, and I'm tired, so I'll post something interesting later.&lt;/font color= #0099FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107380203593167312?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107380203593167312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107380203593167312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/01/youd-never-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Garbageman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107344508998832473</id><published>2004-01-06T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T21:12:42.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color= #3366FF&gt;Kinda Pointless I spose&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color= #3366FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm not sure why i'm posting, i just feel like i should not be lazy for a little bit, and write here.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i kinda relized that i've been really tired since break ended.  I tell ya what, gettin my ass outta bed every day ain't cool.  &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so i wrote all the previous before the boys basketball game against Big Foot.. Why did they lose? i don't know, i hate big foot. and least i told one of the kids that i was goin to college and he wasn't.. didn't like that too much. But then again, that "overrated" chant by them at the end well, i can't say i liked that too much.  I mean, seriously, tell me why small feet always gets lucky against our sports teams.. Pisses me off, but oh well, we played like crap.. but did come back from like a 15 point deficit, but ya can't win em all i guess.. but anyways, i truly don't feel like writin bout the game anymore... &lt;br /&gt;School seriously is dumb.  Mrs. Gally before break, "Now when we get back from break, we're really gunna have to work. What are we going to have to do?" and so i'm like crap, chem's really gunna suck, like it already does but you add it 54% more suckiness and all the rest.. So we get back, and basically, we haven't done crap, ha... Formal labs are still gay but what can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know what, i haven't heard the phrase used "ass-hacker" in a long time.  I mean, seriously, what happend to it.  I guess it may have been over used a little bit last year, but to hault the use seems kinda dumb.  So, w/o further ado, People who ditch their friends are ass-hackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107344508998832473?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107344508998832473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107344508998832473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/01/kinda-pointless-i-spose-well-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Cobes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107326799346287357</id><published>2004-01-04T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:29:19.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;About damn time....&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Believe it. It actually snowed more than .0001 inches. Holy shit. Is this real. Yes, yes it is. All I can say is about time. I've been waiting to do some snow-do's (snow-donuts) all winter.  The roads were pretty tricky, I actually had to kick it into the ole' 4x4 this time. The issue of an alledged snow day has come up too. I, personally don't think we're gonna have a snow day the plows have been ready for this all winter and they've been out all day so they'll prolly have this mopped up before the morning. But, from a non-objective view, a snow-day would be pretty nice. Well I spose I should go plow the driveway so for now I'm signing off. Drive safe. Later.&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107326799346287357?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107326799346287357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107326799346287357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/01/about-damn-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107316045548521698</id><published>2004-01-03T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T08:41:19.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#336600&gt; New "Poster"&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#336600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF0000&gt;Well seems to be alot of these around here lately. Yeah yeah, I'm testing this out, blah blah blah. I'll post more once something more later. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; P.S. Thompson can eat my ass. &lt;/font color= #FF0000&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107316045548521698?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107316045548521698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107316045548521698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/01/new-poster-well-seems-to-be-alot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107298585425271473</id><published>2004-01-01T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:34:25.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Merry New Year...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; So we decided to crash at Ryan's house this year and keep it small, about 8 people. Mr. McVeigh, Mr. Linsely, Mr. Thompson, Mr. Diedrick, Mr. Stolte, Ms. Kaiser, Ms. Conn and myself. So Dann-o said we could crash there if we gave him all our keys. Thompson, Diedrick and Stolte all hurled leaving me, jake and biz (sober) to clean up after their sorry asses. Ryan was really gone as was Roxanne. All in all it was a good night. Oh yeah we almost missed the ball dropping. How pathetic is that. Anyways I really don't feel like writing and I'm sure most of you had about the same kind of night no I don't need to go into detail. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107298585425271473?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107298585425271473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107298585425271473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2004/01/happy-fing-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107285173158832500</id><published>2003-12-31T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T12:16:11.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; Welcome &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning. I would like all of you to welcome our new writer. Me, Ted Bertsch. I would like to take this time to say that I am honored to have the privilege of being able to publish my thoughts here. As some of you may know, the &lt;em&gt;Edgerton Underground&lt;/em&gt; is back online and can be found at the following address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webpages.charter.net/taxman"&gt;http://webpages.charter.net/taxman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on getting the bugs fixed, but untill then, Thompson can suck my dick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107285173158832500?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107285173158832500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107285173158832500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/12/welcome-good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Taxman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107263526927412311</id><published>2003-12-28T12:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T12:15:32.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Whatever&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;Apparently, I am not supposed to express my opinion on this website anymore.  Apparently, my opinion offends people.  Well, I dont remember asking any of you people to come to this website and read any of my opinions, so if you dont like it then tough.  Last time I checked, the US government still garunteed me the right to free speach.&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107263526927412311?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107263526927412311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107263526927412311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/12/whatever-apparently-i-am-not-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107246165257429460</id><published>2003-12-26T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T12:01:54.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color= #3366FF&gt;  F-in tired of it&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color= #3366FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just piss me off, aka people who can't stop lieing.. But anyways, x-mas came and went, but we're still on break, so i can't not be happy i spose..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, before x-mas went down, i had to get some presents for the fam and the rest, so i went to shopko, home of the homeless.. or just my brother, Pat.. Anyways, i was in the book section, lookin at boobks like Dr. Phil.. and other crap, aka i'm not a tellefson, i don't read.. But i figured maybe something my mom would like would be in there, so i was lookin around.. All of a sudden, i feel something smack my arm, thinking it was deanna, i spun around quicky, and didn't see my girl, rather a retarded midget.. I was kinda scared, then the thing started yelling at me "you stupid idiot boy!" i was like seriously so confused.  I thought that maybe i knew this retard, so i was like uh hey, how are you?  Then she's like "I wanna kill you" i was like oh my God... And so basically i ran like a little girl to find deanna, who just kinda left me to be scared shitless by this little girl.. She claims to have been "laughing to hard, and didn't wanna be hit by this thing too"  But i spose, i prolly woulda done the same thing, sept not left, i prolly woulda just stayed there and laughed at the stupid thing..&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, x-mas, i got a camera, some dvd's, cd's, and a 5-string bass, so i'm happy..  I don't know why i just wrote that, but chances are, like thompson would say "no matter what kinda shit i write, you're still gun read it"  But i'm not gunna turn into Richard Simmons like him, spouting off about God knows what, i'm just gunna simply say, I can't spell.  Ya know, i really can't, but i don't really care anymore, so fuck off if you make fun of me for it.. Well, no one really does anymore, not even walker for the most part, but i figured i'd throw that one out too.. &lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve comin up here, kinda gettin phycied, i mean, i'm not gunna be able to be w/ my girlfriend and all, and chances are i'll end up at someones house like last year, gettin wasted offa Welch's grape sprakling juice.. Ha anyways, we'll haveta plan something, try n make this new years not so gay and stuff.. Anyways, i gotta stop sayin anyways pointlessly, but oh well... Like they say in Mexico, "i'm fucking done w/ this shit" so i'll haveta agree w/ my hispanic friend here, and i'm done w/ this post.. I post waaay too much, i mean, the last one was just like yesterday ... or in july, oh well.. You don't like it, screw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well my mom did call me and told me that i could stay out later, but she called me too, so i went and picked her up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107246165257429460?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107246165257429460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107246165257429460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/12/f-in-tired-of-it-some-people-just-piss.html' title=''/><author><name>Cobes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107238125469556365</id><published>2003-12-25T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T13:41:54.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#00FF00&gt; Honestly...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#00FF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #0099FF&gt; Really dude, take it easy on the pointlessness...if I was interested in pointless rambling, I'd watch CSPAN or something.  But maybe you should try running for mayor...&lt;/font color= #0099FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107238125469556365?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107238125469556365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107238125469556365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/12/honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>Garbageman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107232805758987391</id><published>2003-12-24T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:35:58.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Dont even bother reading this one.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;andrewthompson05 (10:48:15 PM): i dunno what i was thinking with that post last night'&lt;br /&gt;sosoguy01 (10:48:23 PM): ha did you read the comments&lt;br /&gt;andrewthompson05 (10:48:43 PM): yeah, bob thinks he didnt read it&lt;br /&gt;sosoguy01 (10:48:49 PM): he did&lt;br /&gt;sosoguy01 (10:48:51 PM): i know he did&lt;br /&gt;sosoguy01 (10:48:53 PM): he had to of&lt;br /&gt;andrewthompson05 (10:48:58 PM): but he had to of, otherwise he wouldnt of known not to&lt;br /&gt;andrewthompson05 (10:49:25 PM): how can you see that bigass post and not read it all&lt;br /&gt;sosoguy01 (10:49:31 PM): i dont rightly know&lt;br /&gt;andrewthompson05 (10:49:33 PM): even though i told them not to read it&lt;br /&gt;andrewthompson05 (10:50:02 PM): you see all that shit and think maybe there is something valid in it&lt;br /&gt;sosoguy01 (10:50:14 PM): but theres not&lt;br /&gt;andrewthompson05 (10:50:19 PM): exactly&lt;br /&gt;andrewthompson05 (10:50:41 PM): thus the premis of my plan&lt;br /&gt;andrewthompson05 (10:50:50 PM): premise*&lt;br /&gt;andrewthompson05 (10:50:54 PM): er something like that&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107232805758987391?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107232805758987391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107232805758987391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/12/dont-even-bother-reading-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107229301520902762</id><published>2003-12-24T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T13:25:43.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Merry Merry...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Well I don't think there's anyway I could top that post from Andy but I'll try. Wait...no I won't. So anyway, it's Christmas eve and I bet everyone is psyched up for the big X-mas 03'.  It kinda sucks that once again, we won't have the joy of waking up to a white christmas thanks the the god-damn global industrialization. Thanks a lot western America and its trans-continental globalized subsidiaries. Anyway, me and the rest of the incompetant staff here would like to wish you a merry christmas and a happy new year. Thats my story and Im stickin to it. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107229301520902762?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107229301520902762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107229301520902762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/12/merry-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107211736746980818</id><published>2003-12-22T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T12:32:54.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#00FF00&gt; First post...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#00FF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #0099FF&gt; Yeah so this be diedrick...figured I'd try this shit out...I'll post once something happens...&lt;/font color= #0099FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107211736746980818?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107211736746980818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107211736746980818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/12/first-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Garbageman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-107198269737317413</id><published>2003-12-20T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T13:15:37.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Chicago is so two years ago...&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Long story short I'll be writing more on here now that i've got some wireless internet out here in milton. so yeah just thought i'll you. Also since I don't have charter anymore i dont have webspace for pictures or anything but i'll try and find some so i can post some pictures and shit. anyway, later. &lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-107198269737317413?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107198269737317413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/107198269737317413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/12/chicago-is-so-two-years-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-106900428621485165</id><published>2003-11-16T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:31:16.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;What the beep!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;No one writes on this thing anymore.  Not that anyone cares, but i think its time for an update.&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;Since the last post, not much new has happened..&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;We've gotten drunk, we played some football, we didnt do our homework....man, we are rebels.&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;I'd like to say chemistry can go [beep] itself.  Seriously.&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;Oh yeah, clifts on friday was a good time.  It was pretty cool how me and bildo left to get mcdonalds 5 mins before the cops came...then went back and gave people rides home so they didnt get tickets.&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-106900428621485165?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/106900428621485165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/106900428621485165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-106298554099008824</id><published>2003-09-07T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:44:55.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Code 9 is back in business and writting on this site. all i have to say is fuck the police and trying to give me a ticket for taking of to fast off the stop sign.. E town 5 o's are a bunch of fucks. who have nothing better to do then try to give kids a ticket.. so next time u see me pulled over in the bird flip that mother fucking off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-106298554099008824?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/106298554099008824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/106298554099008824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/09/well-code-9-is-back-in-business-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-106247612631424490</id><published>2003-09-01T23:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:31:46.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;An ode to summer....&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt; Some people were sitting around tonight, thinking that we are gonna be in english class soon, so why not make a list of our favorite words?  Here it is.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plowed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitfaced&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloshed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaked&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammered&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blitzed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leggeded&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrigated&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastered&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sustinated&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schooked&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hydrated&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jober as a sudge&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipped&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolly&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smashed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floored&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guttered&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasety&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the hiz-ooked&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slurry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanked&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy shit-ed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bombed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the wind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obliterated&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juiced&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lubricated&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ambushed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backasswords&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intoxicated&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long gone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemically imbalanced&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shellacked&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandblasted&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuned up&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toasted&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glued&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up to date on my hops&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARINATED&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fermented&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...drunk.....&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-106247612631424490?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/106247612631424490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/106247612631424490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-105949687344001958</id><published>2003-07-29T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T11:41:13.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color= #3366FF&gt; Life sucks, then ya get SARS&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color= #3366FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so i'm plannin to go to mcdonalds one day, expecting to go with walker, and then he tells me he's got mono, strep throat, and a heart murmer..Wow, sucks to be that kid..But i spose, he's gettin better, so it's all good. Went and saw him yesterday, and he's still alive and kickin, aka get gas. But anyways, i figure, so i don't get yelled at too much more...But anways&lt;br /&gt;Big ups to this summer!! When we aren't sittin around bein all "dude, f-in bored, lets go do something" "well we would, dick, but there's nothing to do" and stuff, we're hittin up summerfest, other concerts aka warped tour=august 4th!! and  we're swimmin, blowin shit up too..But yeah, we've been seriously thinkin bout gettin an old truck or something, and redoin it, so we don't have a repeat of this year's summer..I mean, we're all like, this is gunna be such a kick ass summer, we all got cars now!! But it's kinda sucked...Idk, i still don't wanna go back to school, and i don't wanna start football...the whole gettin yer ass kicked every day, isn't too appealing to me...But anywho, i'll try n post  more often and stuff, but i'm outty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sir, i'm parked like a jackass. Hold on, i lemme move my car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-105949687344001958?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/105949687344001958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/105949687344001958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/07/life-sucks-then-ya-get-sars-yeah-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Cobes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-105893258607165791</id><published>2003-07-22T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T22:57:12.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Summer....&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; So basically this whole Summer thing is kind of gay. During school we're all, wow summer needs to get its ass here now. And when Summer comes, its basically like, wow school would actually be kind of nice right now because it would give me something to do. (Yes that last sentence was hard to type.) So anyways since I am a lazy bastard who doesn't beleive in the whole principle of "work" I don't have a job. That's ok, I have my whole life to work I don't really need to start now eventhough I've been working since like 6th grade, but thats a different story. Actually its the exact same story but long story short Vietnamese Coke tastes like aged Vodka. So anyways uh the site hasn't been updated very much because: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 1. I am Lazy &lt;br&gt; 2. Jake is lazy &lt;br&gt;3. Economy is down &lt;br&gt; 4. I am lazy &lt;br&gt; 5. Andy is lazy (he still posts though) &lt;br&gt; 6. Hurricane Season &lt;br&gt; 7. Gas Prices &lt;br&gt; 8. Some people just make excuses to much &lt;br&gt; 9. That damn economy again &lt;br&gt; 10. Jake is lazy &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; So as you can see, the site hasn't been updated for some very valid reasons. That should change in the near future though. Yeah so basically all summer i've been sleeping, eating, at jakes house, sleeping, at ryans house, eating, swimming my crazy color-changing pool, summerfest, brewers game, sleeping, went to Atlanta, eating, Hwy. 18 outdoor movie theater, etc... So without further adiou (fancy for intruption) I'll sign off because im tired (had to work all day.....) Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-105893258607165791?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/105893258607165791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/105893258607165791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/07/summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-105874379738069612</id><published>2003-07-20T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T18:29:57.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Interesting...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt; Check out the &lt;a href="http://caked.homestead.com"&gt;NAAFP's&lt;/a&gt; website... for those of you who do not know what the NAAFP is, it stands for the National Association for the Advancement of Fat People.  It's a pretty cool site... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;Also, I am working on getting a new url for the site...it'll be something like 8ismorethan7.com, instead of the whole 8ismorethan7.blogspot.com....might take a while...&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-105874379738069612?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/105874379738069612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/105874379738069612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/07/interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-105684362736395085</id><published>2003-06-28T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T18:40:27.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Here's Johnny......&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;Yeah, so basically we're sitting here at rhythym and booms checkin out the scene.  Some chicks are following us, they look about 12 but insist that they are 17...yeah, whatever.  Walker is playin some pocket tanks, and basically chillin.  Theres alot of people here, but all the freaking concerts cost $, which we dont have.  Diedrick beat the crap out of mc mc's step dad(who is a master) at chess, and made us wait about 30 min. for him to beat him.  Well, the guys from best buy keep looking at me kinda weird, so I think I am gonna vamosse.  Lizzater. &lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-105684362736395085?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/105684362736395085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/105684362736395085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/06/heres-johnny.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-95263221</id><published>2003-06-03T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:35:03.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Big Ups To Moving....&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; So basically, I moved to Milton and everything kind of fell to crap until now. We moved out to a bigger house in Milton about 4 or 5 miles past newville off of 59 so big ups to not paying E-town taxes. Anyway, if you're wondering why all the pics on here are red "X's" well that's becuase they were all hosted on Charter's servers and since Charter is gay and doesn't decided to be available in Milton they were all lost. I will move them onto Ticon's servers since that's what we have now (until I get satellite internet figured out.) So I'll try to get all that figured out and then hopefully the site will look normal again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Anyways, not to much has happened lately. Back in May I went to a concert at Club Raven w/ Jake, Andy, and Theran to see a couple of bands we like. They were all pretty small bands, like Socialburn, Die Trying, doubleDrive, and Revis. You might have heard of Revis, their hittin it off w/ MTV right now and touring with Pearl Jam. As for the other bands, they are really kickass too and their cd's are like $10 so pick em up. Also, big ups go out to school almost being over. Like 5 or 6 days left. The Low Tide was pretty funny hope everyone got a chance to read that. I am so doin that when im a senior. I see the site is now over 6,000 hits now so that's pretty cool, it was at 4,000 in February. Anyways, I hope everyone has a good summer. I gotta get going. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-95263221?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/95263221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/95263221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-94165325</id><published>2003-05-11T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T16:27:55.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Interesting...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;Yeah, sorry about the whole not posting anything.  Someone started bitching me out today, so I thought I would post a lil sum sum.  I was looking through some old shit today, when I came across our old SACSF site.  haha, wow.... Anyways, theres really nothing interesting on the site, other than a picture or two, and our IM Abuse site.  That was pretty cool. &lt;a href="http://thenewsacsf.homestead.com/IMABUSE.html"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;.  Please, no one get mad at me for posting that, otherwise you just might end up on it.  Have fun reading it...its pretty.......interesting..........&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-94165325?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/94165325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/94165325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/05/interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-92506150</id><published>2003-04-12T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:32:47.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Holy wow.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;Turns out, I suck at golf.  Actually, I'm not too bad, I just haven't really had alot of practice.  We played 18 over at evansville on friday.  got to leave school at 11, so that was pretty cool.  The format was gay as hell though - we had to play with kids from other schools on our team.  The kid I was playing with was from Evansville, and he was pretty cool, so we just made fun of the other two kids and fucked around the whole time.  Ended up shooting a 77 and winning a medal.  whatever.  Today was a bitch though.  Woke up at 5 to go over to Elkhorn and play 18.  Ended up shooting a 114.  The course we played was  hard.  Out of bounds on every hole except two, and I couldn't hit the ball straight to save my life.  T-ran got an 86, which was good enough for 9th.  Charles shot a 100, and ryan rechard shot a 110.  We placed 11 out of 14 teams.  We didn't even beat Jefferson, which is the worse team in Southren Wisconsin.  Oh well....&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-92506150?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/92506150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/92506150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-91753042</id><published>2003-03-31T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:30:31.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Looks like it's about that time.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt; Golf has officially started.  As you may remember from last year, we posted extensivly on the golf season and why golf kicks so much ass.  Look for the same sort of posting to occur in the next two months.  Basically, we'll be writting about how our golf team kicks every other golf team's ass.  First tournament is on friday, prolly post something about it then.  &lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;"i'm jake, and I'm out for sports."&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-91753042?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/91753042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/91753042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-91525265</id><published>2003-03-27T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:30:10.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;One is enough.&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Alright, so we were headin' up to Mad-Town so see Hollywood, aka Heidi, at UW Madison and were going and going and turns out, Ryan's wiper blade decides to fly off and be lost. So he's got one wiper and its on the pass. side and its sorta startin to rain. Basically, that was a long sentence. Anyway, we sped up and got there quick. We saw a lot of ppl from E-town there, like 10 others besides us. We met Jessica B, Kristin, Billy, and Devon up there. I was with Jake, Ryan, and Theran. We could only have two in Heidi's room at a time so me and Theran basically sat in the waiting room "reading" Maxim. We hung out in there for a while and pretty soon Bill and Devon went in, then Krista and Jessy, then Ryan and Jake, and finally Me and Theran. She wasn't really awake but we just talked with her mom and told her we were prayin for her. So then we left around 9:30 and stoppped by Best Buy. Me, Jake, and Theran just screwed around in the car audio section for awhile while Ryan returned an X-Box er something. So on the ride home we rocked out to some "rock n roll" music. Then some 50 Cent......haha. Theran touched me and I called him a homo, then we called it a night and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-91525265?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/91525265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/91525265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-91250209</id><published>2003-03-23T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T19:21:22.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color= #3366FF&gt; Minnisoda, how we uh love thee? &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color= #3366FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really the city, but the chicks that were there..Wow, i saw a lotta good lookin ladies in the mall.  Anyways, fer those of you who decided to be cool and not skip school on friday, i'll give ya some highlights of the trip..&lt;br /&gt;Well, we took the trip to Minnisoda.  Had to get up at the school, all ready to go by 7:00. Yap, 7.. Anyways, we loaded up our things, and got onto the bus.  WE headed on out. On the ride up there, we stopped 3 times.  The first time was at a lil rest station, which was pointless, then we stopped in Eau Claire.  Wow. Devon took like a shit loada AOL cd's from the blockbuster there, as well as told some chinky chick at the Chinese resterant that she wanted to reserve 130 people.  Haha. They had the manager waiting outside of the resterant fer the resta the day, looking for the party of 130 to show their faces...We also went to Shopko, which was pretty gay. Billy made an ass of his self while we were checking out. "What city are we in?" "Uh Wal-mart" "hahahaha" Yeah, not only did he say a store, instead of a city, he also said the wrong store...perhaps it's onea those "ya had to be there" type things. Basically, all the ppl working there looked at him funny..Anyways, we left there and headed to St. Thomas (minnisoda campus). We played for some guy, he was a fag, blah blah blah. Then we headed to mcdonalds. This was also pretty uneventful, except for when we were leaving, when scott and a worker got into a ghetto fight..Haha, the guy was yelling at scott, which was retarded cause we obviously couldn't hear him, scott called the guy fat, and i called him gay (with hand gestures of course, ask if you want a demo), and guess what the guy does..Instead of getting back to work, and letting things go, he started whipping change at the bus! ha wow, that guy was pissed, and was screaming his head off, despite the us not hearing him factor...Then we finally got to our hotel. We decide that me and scott would get the 2 beds, and fox and bill would have to sleep on the floor, due to the fact that me and scott are the biggest. Anyways, we changed into fancy clothes, and headed to go see Doc. severnson or something play. It wasn't too bad, but it was really long, and after a long assed bus ride, sitting in the dark is basically a garentee that ppl are gunna fall asleep.  So yeah, i feel asleep..Eventually, we got back to the hotel. We unpacked and stuff, ran around the hotel (the days inn) and stuff like that. Hmm..I don't think i should write a lotta stuff that happend, so we don't get in trouble..but anyways, when it came time to go to sleep, Bill of course wouldn't let us. He was drinking his pop as well as eating his chips, so scott got really mad and would get up and beat bill. Bill would keep kicking, even when scott wasn't there. He was all crawled up in the corner, and when fox yelled at bill, bill obviously was gunna fight back, so he threw his chips at the kid..Wow..Anyways, this all happend in the first day..More to come later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #339966&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wal-Mart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FF3333&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-91250209?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/91250209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/91250209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/03/minnisoda-how-we-uh-love-thee-well-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Cobes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-91032129</id><published>2003-03-19T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:29:41.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Wow I'm lazy.&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFF00&gt; Alright, I spose it's about that time. I haven't posted since the Ra concert but that's ok I did have the first like 17 posts so that compensates for it. So, It's about 20 days til I take my drivers test in Janesville. I got my truck all ready and stuff, cept for I need to work on the sound system. So, hopefully I'll pass my test, I mean, come on....Jake passed it. So far, I got a radar detector and a CB. Pretty soon I'll have a Sony CD player in. I'll have some updates in the near future so check back soon or visit &lt;a href="http://members.cardomain.com/maz_dawg87"&gt;The Maz_Dawg Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color= #FFFF00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-91032129?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/91032129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/91032129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>Tito Puente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://content.robotfarts.com/files/2/big.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336416.post-91024961</id><published>2003-03-19T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:42:10.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;Iraq.......what a waste of a thought.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;Yeah, so basically I got sick on no one writting anything new on the blog, so I decided to write something.  Basically, I hate people that oppose war in Iraq.  I think we should send them all to Iraq and our troops can shoot them.  Basically, this is a bunch of crap ment to fill space so you have something to read for the next week or so, or until some other lazy ass that writes for this thing decides to write something new.  Guess what?!?! BJ is still gay.  Yeah, I know there has been an absence of BJ bashing on this site for a while, but I am here to tell you that there will be plenty to come.  BJ IS GAY!  BJ IS GAY!  haha.  Peace out.&lt;/font color=#66CC00&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336416-91024961?l=8ismorethan7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/91024961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336416/posts/default/91024961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8ismorethan7.blogspot.com/2003/03/iraq.html' title=''/><author><name>the shotgun kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144488879676582558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
