<?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-6004459</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:41:33.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan's Perpetually Non-Delivering Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just me guys. Just me. I'm here. And there's also you. But you're not me. I'm me. And I'm here. Doing this. For you. Be thankful, jerk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004459.post-112976424080263148</id><published>2005-10-19T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:24:00.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Shut up Mark." - Phil"Nobody likes you Mark." - Phil"Go away Mark." - Phil"Mark, I hate you." - Phil"I wish you guys would listen to me! I guess you couldn't though, because I haven't really said anything yet." - PhilToday I thought Phil was cool. Tomorrow it could be you!"People don't use the phone anymore because silence is awkward, so you always have to be saying something." - Jared"Well, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/112976424080263148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=112976424080263148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/112976424080263148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/112976424080263148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2005/10/shut-up-mark.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-109259675383458631</id><published>2004-08-15T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T15:05:53.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to Warped yesterday. Fun stuff but now my lungs are filled with dirt. Hopefully I got some good pictures out of the deal, and I'll post them when they're developed.SONG OF THE DAY:Only Crime - Sedated</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/109259675383458631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=109259675383458631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109259675383458631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109259675383458631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/08/went-to-warped-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-109226919733015842</id><published>2004-08-11T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T20:09:24.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did some quizzes...Thursday is writing your life story!you're moreconcerned with the bigger issues of life ratherthan high school drama. this is all well andgood, but don't get so caught up in yourfigurative language that it seems like you'respeaking Nepalese. like that's a language.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/109226919733015842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=109226919733015842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109226919733015842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109226919733015842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/08/did-some-quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-109206481293577759</id><published>2004-08-09T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T11:20:12.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Identity. Kickass movie. You all should see it.SONG OF THE DAY:Face To Face - Wolf In Sheep's Clothing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/109206481293577759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=109206481293577759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109206481293577759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109206481293577759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-saw-identity.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-109147640878933728</id><published>2004-08-02T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T15:53:28.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back from NB suckaaaaaas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/109147640878933728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=109147640878933728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109147640878933728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109147640878933728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/08/back-from-nb-suckaaaaaas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-109106383880360747</id><published>2004-07-28T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:17:18.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I have a video on my computer of a guy that plays the piano with his balls" - my grandfather  Speaking of him, I'm joining his religion, frisbyterianism. When you die, your soul goes up on the roof and nobody can get it back. Also, I got bad 2nd degree burns on my back. Hooray for pain.  SONG OF THE MOMENT: All Ages - Sexism Disguised As Tradition  (oh, and please, please, if you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/109106383880360747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=109106383880360747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109106383880360747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109106383880360747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-have-video-on-my-computer-of-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-109087806394475809</id><published>2004-07-26T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T17:41:03.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh and I come home next Monday if that really matters to anyone. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/109087806394475809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=109087806394475809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109087806394475809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109087806394475809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/07/oh-and-i-come-home-next-monday-if-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-109087794768151603</id><published>2004-07-26T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T17:39:07.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"On a night as black as a raven's feather, When the thunder cracks like a snap of leather." - Tales Of The Phantom Ship by Lennie Gallant, those lyrics are stuck in my head.  So yeah, went to PEI yesterday for a day trip, and found out how annoying my family can be. My mom'll be snappy and then my dad sulks and then my mom gets pissed off at him. Hooray. Last night went to a Lennie Gallant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/109087794768151603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=109087794768151603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109087794768151603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109087794768151603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/07/on-night-as-black-as-ravens-feather.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-109054531603552997</id><published>2004-07-22T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:15:16.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know if anyone even reads this anymore. If I say I shot JFK, will my blog spark an intrest again?  SONG OF THE DAY: Against Me! - Cliche Guevera </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/109054531603552997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=109054531603552997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109054531603552997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109054531603552997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-dont-know-if-anyone-even-reads-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-109045363757238464</id><published>2004-07-21T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T19:47:17.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"How soft is 'supersoft' toilet paper? Will it make your butt sing?" - Lance "No, but your finger goes right through it." - mom  "Wow. You've grown. You're going to be a big boy. Hahahahahahahahaha." - Nick  Went to the US for the day today. Bought the 2003 Warped Tour DVD, sweet stuff. Went to Nick's house yesterday afternoon and we played some old-school Super Mario, then went to Carrie's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/109045363757238464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=109045363757238464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109045363757238464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109045363757238464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/07/how-soft-is-supersoft-toilet-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-109028072433134077</id><published>2004-07-19T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T19:45:24.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Cool bus" - actually printed on the side of a hippie van as I drove down "Well, it looks like Dick is going to be very hard to beat" - Celebrity Poker (with Andy Dick)  I'm here in NB for 2 weeks. Hurrah. Just noticing how cool the font is on my sister's Linux computer. Sweet. Anyway, I was watching some movie about decapitations, but it got boring.  SONG OF THE MOMENT: Underoath - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/109028072433134077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=109028072433134077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109028072433134077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/109028072433134077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/07/cool-bus-actually-printed-on-side-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-108990760387429905</id><published>2004-07-15T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T12:06:43.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"That's fightin music!!" - Stephen"She's so confused she left the 'h' out of 'what'!!" - Me"ROTFFLMAO!!!" - StephenFunny story. So I added Kelly Shouldice to msn, she's part of team digital at muchmusic and she hosts punkorama. I heard her email on punkorama last night and figured I'd add her. So, I start talking to her, and it turns out they don't want you to talk to people on msn at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/108990760387429905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=108990760387429905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108990760387429905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108990760387429905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/07/thats-fightin-music-stephen-shes-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-108973630920437473</id><published>2004-07-13T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T12:31:49.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I've seen this on 2 other blogs, and figured, for the sake of conformity, I have to do it.[[10 Favorite Bands]]10 Bad Religion9 Strike Anywhere8 Rise Against7 Alexisonfire6 Brand New5 Reel Big Fish4 The Descendents3 Face To Face2 Death By Stereo1 Bouncing Souls[[09 Things You're Looking Forward To]]9 Warped8 Face To Face (If I can go)7 Getting a job6 Seeing Nick and Tom in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/108973630920437473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=108973630920437473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108973630920437473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108973630920437473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/07/ok-ive-seen-this-on-2-other-blogs-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-108966829083925619</id><published>2004-07-12T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T17:38:10.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I went to a Hamilton Tigercats football game on Saturday. They lost. Badly. Some guys in the section next to us got in a big brawl and the cops had to escort them out. Then one of them punched the cop. Then some old lady got punched. Then the guy fell down the stairs while the cops had him. Yeah. Anyway, then we went to Hooters, a fine dining establishment. The food was good, but I feel bad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/108966829083925619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=108966829083925619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108966829083925619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108966829083925619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-i-went-to-hamilton-tigercats.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-108784890916054828</id><published>2004-06-21T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T16:15:09.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Man, a wheelchair like this would make me want to be a cripple. Man, how politically incorrect can I get?" - Gerard"APPLAUSE THEM!" - Gerard"You know what happens to gay firefighters, you saw Backdraft!""There were no gay firefighters in Backdraft!""Exactly!" - Teenie Tiny Tacky Techie Talent TimeThat's it. Sorry for not posting in so long. I got bored of it but now I'm back like Shaq! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/108784890916054828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=108784890916054828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108784890916054828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108784890916054828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/06/man-wheelchair-like-this-would-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-108353657009546259</id><published>2004-05-02T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T18:27:11.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Uh Ryan that dog is peeing on your leg." - Zach"THAT DOG OWNS YOU!" - Josh"Then, when they find a cure for going back in time..." - Sam"AND THE DOCTOR ACCIDENTALY SHOT ARSENIC INTO ME!" - Stephen"So...who met the dog?" - Zach's DadHere we go, random bar joke: All right, a Irishman walks into a bar. A drunk looks at the Irishman and says "I know I don't know you, but I'd love to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/108353657009546259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=108353657009546259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108353657009546259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108353657009546259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/05/uh-ryan-that-dog-is-peeing-on-your-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-108257935765782559</id><published>2004-04-21T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T16:33:23.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" I know it's tough to not move your hand when it's hooked in your pants..." - Mark" Yeah, if my hand was in your pants, it would be everywhere!" - Chris"Your ass isn't that bad..." - Chris"I think it's a play on Connie Chung." - Mark"I could play on Connie Chung..." - Chris"Wait...turning into Hitler's SS, is that a pro or a con?" - Spencer"Why don't you just get an easy bake oven, jew </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/108257935765782559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=108257935765782559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108257935765782559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108257935765782559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-know-its-tough-to-not-move-your-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-108222667300036405</id><published>2004-04-17T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T14:35:13.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoops.SONG OF THE DAY:Battle Without Honour or Humanity - Tomoyasu Hotei</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/108222667300036405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=108222667300036405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108222667300036405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108222667300036405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/04/whoops.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-108222664275547219</id><published>2004-04-17T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T14:34:43.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You know what would be hard? Having sex in a hammock." - Chris"That's just goofy" - Chris"Chris! Chris!" - Mark"What? You want to take a polaroid of my ass?" - Chris"How would you feel about a mullet?" - Mark"Just do it. Just do it baby. Just do it." - The kid on the roof in Burlington"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" - Cameron every two seconds during family guy"I'm uncomfortable in here."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/108222664275547219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=108222664275547219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108222664275547219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108222664275547219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/04/you-know-what-would-be-hard-having-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-108189264992291203</id><published>2004-04-13T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T17:48:05.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"STICKER ME UP BABY!!" - John in math*The sound of me falling on the floor laughing"Now, I've read the bible. It was pretty good. I couldn't put it down, it's on my nighttable. You know what else was good? Moby Dick. They made that whale seem huge, I was scared folks..." - My English presentation with Addy and Davian"You know who else believed in dinosaurs? Hitler!" - Dave in his English </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/108189264992291203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=108189264992291203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108189264992291203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108189264992291203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/04/sticker-me-up-baby-john-in-math-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-108178364066237567</id><published>2004-04-12T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T11:31:14.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't help but notice I'm not on Sam or Jocy's links. Bitches."These chix dun even kno tha name o my band!"...That's because everyone thought D12 were dead.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/108178364066237567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=108178364066237567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108178364066237567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108178364066237567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-cant-help-but-notice-im-not-on-sam.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-108172015889982912</id><published>2004-04-11T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T17:53:11.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" What the...holy...oh my...what??!" - Cameron"I don't get very many dates..." - James Lipton (yes the guy from Inside The Actor's Studio)"Next time you do that scene where you bend over the desk, wear a low-cut shirt...(points to me)...you too!" - Chris"Don't let that toupee fall off!" - Mark"If it was toupee would I be f***ing bald on top!??" - Chris"But, actors are supposed to iterpret </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/108172015889982912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=108172015889982912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108172015889982912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/108172015889982912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/04/what.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107939809050917107</id><published>2004-03-15T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T19:52:02.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hey, how're you doing on that crossword" - Me"Good. I got an S. Stupid, slut, skank, suck..." - Eli"Bitch, whore, dumb..." - Robin"Wow you do belong in the army" - Eli"Who said that??!" - Everyone to Ayron all weekend"I like sandwiches" - Scrapper's awesome shirt"That guy is driving like a maniac" - Mary"Want me to get out and boot his ass?" - Hubley"Mary, I need to get out of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107939809050917107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107939809050917107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107939809050917107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107939809050917107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/03/hey-howre-you-doing-on-that-crossword.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107715099145559697</id><published>2004-02-18T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T19:39:11.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry about the lack of blogs, but shit I'm going through one of my depressed phases again. I'm going to lay down for a while.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107715099145559697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107715099145559697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107715099145559697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107715099145559697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/02/sorry-about-lack-of-blogs-but-shit-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107594220684322410</id><published>2004-02-04T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:53:23.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm used to seeing Annie Lennox like this...not like that transvestite thing on stage." - My mom"This is my brain." *|*  - Mr DiCiccio"YOU'RE a mapp with two p's!" - Sam"You look like one of those kids that ends all his animations with blood and guts." - Mr DiCiccio"Hey! Remember when he got the dart in the throat? *Gaaaa." - JeremyOk, here is my ode to the English language. 5 words </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107594220684322410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107594220684322410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107594220684322410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107594220684322410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-used-to-seeing-annie-lennox-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107463573619037982</id><published>2004-01-20T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T16:57:35.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Oh my god, Pirates of the Caribbean was so good! I wish Johnny Depp was the captain of the new Star Trek!" - Jason's impression of the science girls"Ze shiza shiza I'm burning down ze reichstag, ze shiza shiza!" - Zach's impression of Hitler"Mussolini, if you don't eat-a your pizza, you'll never grow up to be big and facist!" - Zach's impression of Benito Mussolini's mom"Hi Mr. Cat. Hi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107463573619037982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107463573619037982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107463573619037982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107463573619037982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/oh-my-god-pirates-of-caribbean-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107429146833343640</id><published>2004-01-16T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T17:19:42.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Oh you need direcions...let this hold you over! God Save The Queen, she ain't no human being! Oh yeah! Da da da GOULET!" - Me making fun of the Goulet bus driver."We all talk like Charles Bronson in Greece!" - Tom"Nickelback!" - It's best when Stephen does it"I'm...more jew...than you!" - Me to KathleenI'm in a movie! Tom's exam movie for comm tech! Houaa!SONG OF THE DAY:Catch 22 - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107429146833343640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107429146833343640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107429146833343640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107429146833343640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/oh-you-need-direcions.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107403497450567060</id><published>2004-01-13T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T18:04:45.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New format to appeal to the younger generation...they like colours becuase they're all druggies.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107403497450567060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107403497450567060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107403497450567060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107403497450567060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/new-format-to-appeal-to-younger.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107403354676494723</id><published>2004-01-13T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T17:40:56.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I learned that in Nam bitch!" - Jocelyn"So, Sherlock Holmes is the best literary character addicted to cocaine ever." - Beth Ann...oh how me and Jocelyn laughed at herMelissa: "I can cry fake tears. Big ones. My mom calls them alligator tears. She says I should be a soap opera star."Kerry: "Or an alligator.""Have a holly jolly eye infection!" - JohnSo yeah not much is new for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107403354676494723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107403354676494723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107403354676494723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107403354676494723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-learned-that-in-nam-bitch-jocelyn-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107394881248275263</id><published>2004-01-12T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T18:07:13.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New lyrics to Staceys Mom!This damn song,Is really far too long,It's got no point,And the lyrics are plain wrong,Baby can't you see, it's just child pornography,When the clip is on yeah, no one looks at Stacey's mom.Hooray for me!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107394881248275263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107394881248275263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107394881248275263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107394881248275263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/new-lyrics-to-staceys-mom-this-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107394869778103870</id><published>2004-01-12T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T18:05:19.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2nd post, I just wanted to post again. So yeah. Um...I'm trying to start up an improv club at school, booyeah!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107394869778103870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107394869778103870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107394869778103870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107394869778103870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/2nd-post-i-just-wanted-to-post-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107394861962091397</id><published>2004-01-12T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T18:04:00.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So, if you think about it's Spiderman's the coolest guy ever!" - Rob Lozan"Girls liked Elvis." - Caption under a picture in some library book"Serious: Something important you need to talk about. Not for the fun of it." - Glossary of said bookI gave Carson THE best snowjob today, all in the face! Yeah, that's right, I said snow! And, for the record, horribly beautiful still means beautiful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107394861962091397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107394861962091397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107394861962091397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107394861962091397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-if-you-think-about-its-spidermans.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107377703011988781</id><published>2004-01-10T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T18:24:10.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh whoops:SONG OF THE DAY:That crappy new Nickelback song, so crappy yet so catchy. And perverted."I like your pants around you knees. When you are giving me sex. Yeah, I like it when you touch me. I like the look on your face while I nail you on a park bench!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107377703011988781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107377703011988781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107377703011988781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107377703011988781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/oh-whoops-song-of-day-that-crappy-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107377695422710115</id><published>2004-01-10T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T18:22:54.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What the frig am I supposed to say about Cuz? Who the hell is Cuz?""Got something to say about cuz yet?""Yeah, but I can't tell you.""Cuz looked so happy today."The above are all from my conversations with the nice looking girl at the movie shoot. The movie shoot was fun, I walk out of the church and say "Man it's cold out here". I'm an extra! Woohoo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107377695422710115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107377695422710115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107377695422710115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107377695422710115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/what-frig-am-i-supposed-to-say-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107368376685218620</id><published>2004-01-09T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T16:29:46.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah one more quote...from Jordan."FEEL THE WRATH OF DEATH!!"Me and Jordan are the wrath team. He's death and I'm anger. I'm just anger so I can go: "St. Anger! I'm so angry! I'm mad at the world! I'm Metallica!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107368376685218620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107368376685218620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107368376685218620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107368376685218620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/oh-yeah-one-more-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107368334990590255</id><published>2004-01-09T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T16:22:50.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"How does the air move?" - Davian"In a little airplane with a balloon on top." - Me"I've never seen a punk fight." - Startling revelation from Arien"MAD? Mothers Against Destruction?" - Jer"Of course you won't fight us! You're a pasturefist!" - Angelique's little brother"Oh god she's putting on the seagull music! CAW CAW CAW CAW WSHHHHH CAW CAW CAW CAW WSHHHHHH" - Andrew in Careers class</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107368334990590255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107368334990590255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107368334990590255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107368334990590255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/how-does-air-move-davian-in-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107360439652469835</id><published>2004-01-08T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T18:26:56.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I figured I would take this time to say that Veronica (red mohawk) is so ignorant of other people and I hope her ass gets suspended. Oh by the way, if you're reading this Veronica: you really really suck. What you don't realize is that now all of us are mad at you. Oh course, I don't want to fight you, that's not what I do, I hate fighting. However, you don't pick on Addy. You just don't.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107360439652469835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107360439652469835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107360439652469835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107360439652469835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-figured-i-would-take-this-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107360350405882041</id><published>2004-01-08T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T18:12:04.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the lack of blogging...I'm sorry...I'll never do it again. Please forgive me, I'll do anything...eww not that you jerk. I'm not that sick dude. Yes I know you were joking! What do you take me for? Don't answer that. I said don't answer that. You know how much you suck? Alot. That's right. I'm the king.SONG OF THE DAY:Satan - Fred's Slacks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107360350405882041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107360350405882041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107360350405882041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107360350405882041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2004/01/sorry-for-lack-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107211101857242578</id><published>2003-12-22T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T15:53:39.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So I heard there was this battle of the bands down at Bubba Gibbs and I though I should go. Then I thought, you know who's going to win?" - Jonny Metal"Pop-punk sucks!" - Guy in audience"No, Delayed Priority you idiot!" - Jonny MetalYes, Delayed Priority were good, and Jonny ran up to me and sang at me, but the highlight of the night was talking to that guy that looks like Robert. You know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107211101857242578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107211101857242578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107211101857242578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107211101857242578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/12/so-i-heard-there-was-this-battle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107178893878412871</id><published>2003-12-18T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:09:13.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Shut up!" - Guy in caf"Eat it, bitch!!" - Zach"I like...um...internet porn...um...yeah." - Andrew"Are you a good team player?" - MeHooray for time-consuming pointless games. Ben got the penny in the bottle in the end. Everyone's probably talking about Christmas in their blogs, so I'll avoid it. But I just mentioned it. OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE???Song of the Day1981 - Zach...and me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107178893878412871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107178893878412871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107178893878412871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107178893878412871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/12/shut-up-guy-in-caf-eat-it-bitch-zach-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107101681345305023</id><published>2003-12-09T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T19:40:25.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE FESTIVE IMPROV"Jesus!" - Jocelyn"Aw...mom!" - Me"I'm the Grinch!" - Kerry"Hey Ya!" - Sam"Oh baby!" - Corki"Oh! Oh yeah! Uh-huh! Two Times! Uh-Huh!" - Me and Cameron"You owe it to yourself to be performed and infected...informed and protected..." - RebeccaSorry for the lack of updates. I've been really busy with the play about sex!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107101681345305023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107101681345305023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107101681345305023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107101681345305023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/12/festive-improv-jesus-jocelyn-aw.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107031831023376261</id><published>2003-12-01T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T17:38:39.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I...have cancer.""Way to go sport!" - Davian with himself"Next time you have sex with me, could you make it a bit more gentle?" - Jocelyn after the hall incident"No im not useing the new msns right now......im on the comp unt the kitchen" - Abby's terrible spelling"We used to be all like 'f*** police brutality...now we're like 'hey there's a problem with the police, we need to set up a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107031831023376261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107031831023376261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107031831023376261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107031831023376261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/12/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107012731975921090</id><published>2003-11-29T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T12:37:17.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What? You can only ring in three things of peanuts? What the f*** is up with that? A limit of three per f***ing person? What the hell? This is f***ing stupid...what a waste of my...hi how are you today?" - Meagan, the girl I was working with at Canadian Tire."WE CAN HELP SOMEONE AT CHECKOUT FOUR! I'M YELLING! THAT MEANS YOU COME HERE SO I DON'T LOSE MY VOICE!" - The cashier at the till behind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107012731975921090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107012731975921090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107012731975921090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107012731975921090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/what-you-can-only-ring-in-three-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107006697494909765</id><published>2003-11-28T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T19:49:43.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Snow-pea was encased in cement because of me?" - Kid"No, I just thought you'd find it funny. So powerless. So helpless. Let's kick her!" - Ghost"AAAAHHHHRRRG! GGGGAAAAAAHHHHHHRRRRGGGG!" - Panda wholse mouth is bigger than the rest of his body(The above quotes are from Mucho Lucho)Sorry, I was just watching the most hilarious show ever, and I had to post about it. Go Mucho Lucho!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107006697494909765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107006697494909765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107006697494909765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107006697494909765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/snow-pea-was-encased-in-cement-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-107005606783777723</id><published>2003-11-28T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T16:47:56.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Pass The F***ing Pencil!!!!"  - Davian so demonically"Baywatch Barbie goes out to sea, a dolphin's in trouble, I'll set him free!" - John"This muffin tastes like cranberry ass." - Classic Deacon"So...there was a big wakout at my school today...two quarters of the people left." - some guy on the net"One half! Simplify man!" - Stephen"Mr. Greisman, my eyes hurt. Whatever smoke you made got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/107005606783777723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=107005606783777723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107005606783777723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/107005606783777723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/pass-fing-pencil-davian-so-demonically.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106997977691403345</id><published>2003-11-27T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T19:36:25.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Careers class breeds stereotypes. I'm sorry about blogging 3 times in one day, but it's such a horrible class. It teaches you that you fit into one stereotype, and that you can't go outside it. Stick with what we tell you to do. It's subtle brainwashing. I'm also supposed to do a resume for that class, that includes things like my intelligence forms and my dominating colour. Like any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106997977691403345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106997977691403345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106997977691403345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106997977691403345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/careers-class-breeds-stereotypes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106997945774421805</id><published>2003-11-27T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T19:31:27.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Well, you learn new things about people all the time..." - me"I knew you were going to say that Ryan, because you're an optimist. Very optimistic. I was talking to Mr. Brown the other day and I said 'Hey, do you know this Ryan kid, he's really nice and he's an optimist and he has a delightful eastern accent", he said he has you next semester and that he's excited. But good answer." - Crazy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106997945774421805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106997945774421805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106997945774421805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106997945774421805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/well-you-learn-new-things-about-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106996911604914096</id><published>2003-11-27T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T16:38:44.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What? This font is too big! What the hell? This computer's screwed! AAAAHHHHHH!" - Davian's impression of Zuccala WrenI was kind of upset that Addy and Sam were both annoyed over my article about the definition of punk. It was not supposed to be serious, and I don't think she read the whole thing. It's a parody of one of those punk rants. Oh well, I called and apologized.SONG OF THE DAY:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106996911604914096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106996911604914096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106996911604914096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106996911604914096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/what-this-font-is-too-big-what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106988293181950655</id><published>2003-11-26T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T16:42:20.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I can't take all you kids asking me questions!" - Zuccala Wren"Punk's not dead, it just sucks now." - Some guy at a concertA big honkin' screen fell at my teacher today, it hit his arm. It was really friggin' scary. Yeah.SONG OF THE DAY:Elephants Have Wrinklesbut seriouslyAnti-Flag - NBC (No Bloodthirsty Corporations)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106988293181950655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106988293181950655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106988293181950655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106988293181950655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-cant-take-all-you-kids-asking-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106980165580756536</id><published>2003-11-25T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T16:36:14.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hey guys...sweet ajeema" - Trent Thricely (we have no idea what the hell he said)"I think I can resurge the ist...res..ugre the ist...resurge the urge...SHUT UP" - SamHmm...do I have anything to rant on and on about today? Don't think so. Just spent two fricking hours doing a collage for careers class. This sucks. I suck.SONG OF THE DAY:Fizzy Bangers - Short Attention Span</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106980165580756536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106980165580756536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106980165580756536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106980165580756536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106963460465487866</id><published>2003-11-23T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T19:43:32.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I wish I had a schilling, for every senseless killing - I'd buy a government" - NoFX"Fine, I'll speed read this Bible while I'm waiting....poor Jesus." - Will Forte"I'm not going to get a mohawk because it's in now." "I'm not going to get a trenchcoat because they're trendy." Personnally, do whatever the hell you want to. If you want to get a mohawk, for example, don't give up because alot of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106963460465487866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106963460465487866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106963460465487866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106963460465487866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-wish-i-had-schilling-for-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106937465242908629</id><published>2003-11-20T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T19:33:03.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sneaky side-to-side glance - Witch girl  What is punk? This is a question that is raised alot today, because Good Charlotte fans and Dead Kennedys fans are always debating over who is the true punk. The teeny-bopper punker or the die-hard alcoholic punk rocker? The american dictionary of the English Language describes punk as: 1. Dry decayed wood, used as tinder. 2. Any of various substances </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106937465242908629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106937465242908629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106937465242908629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106937465242908629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/sneaky-side-to-side-glance-witch-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106919210359214112</id><published>2003-11-18T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T16:48:29.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Turn on the black lights!""Who cares about them?""They turn your shirt blue!!""Then wear a blue shirt.""And your shirt glows!""Then wear a blue shirt with Chirstmas lights under it.""I love you."-Me and Bendan when Brendan was yelling for the black lights"I quite dislike you Julia Roberts...you stole my Georgie away from me" - DanSo! Who likes my blog? I think it sucks. Oh well. Hell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106919210359214112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106919210359214112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106919210359214112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106919210359214112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/turn-on-black-lights-who-cares-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106858912742641621</id><published>2003-11-11T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T17:18:52.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forgeot song of the day the past 2 entries, so here's 3 to make up. (I'm bad at Math).Operation Ivy - KnowledgeThe (International) Noise Conspiracy - Smash It UpAnti-Flag - Captain Anarchy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106858912742641621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106858912742641621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106858912742641621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106858912742641621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/forgeot-song-of-day-past-2-entries-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106858880323634171</id><published>2003-11-11T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T17:13:28.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So, who won the city erect...election?" - Me to my momBeard is gone. Missed. Shaved it for Drama. So sad. Convinced Addy I was José Santez the Mexican. She believed me. Cried. Kicked Eric. Blood in the bathroom. Gross. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106858880323634171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106858880323634171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106858880323634171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106858880323634171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/so-who-won-city-erect.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106850458602937952</id><published>2003-11-10T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T17:49:50.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And they knew it was Jesus but all of a sudden he disappeared!!!" - religious pamphlet"You're a vegitarian? But your purse is leather!" - Daniel"This is my petting hand, and this is my smackin' hand!" - MeYeah, not too much going on. Cameron decided to best way to hug Erika for the play was to sneak up behind her, funny times. Stepehn was working at McDonals, and there was nobody buying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106850458602937952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106850458602937952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106850458602937952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106850458602937952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-they-knew-it-was-jesus-but-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106806646006265297</id><published>2003-11-05T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T16:07:43.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Jackal? Jackal? Is it a Jackal? A Jackal? It looks like a Jackal? Is it a Jackal?" "NO! AND IT WASN'T THE FIRST THOUSAND TIMES YOU ASKED EITHER!" - Family GuyLong time since last post. Sorry about that. Really sorry. No, I'm kidding, I still hate you. I think I just hate Eric. He's the source of all my problems. Eric and Ryanor. The two sources of my problems are Eric, Raynor, and Scragg. The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106806646006265297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106806646006265297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106806646006265297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106806646006265297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/jackal-jackal-is-it-jackal-jackal-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106780256029065171</id><published>2003-11-02T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T14:49:22.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"VITE! La publicité!!" - BenSo yeah, finished filming the little french movie. It's like Amelie without the sex or Chocolat without the chocolate. Or wierd newscasters in french. SONG OF THE DAY: Tubonegro - F*** The World</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106780256029065171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106780256029065171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106780256029065171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106780256029065171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/vite-la-publicit-ben-so-yeah-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106771484771560487</id><published>2003-11-01T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T14:29:00.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Eric's so full of crap he's leaving lactation skid marks" - Me"Somebody's been stealing pants from vending machines!!" -Jeff's crazy dream"Kill Jeff Now!" -Eric and Dan's pumpkin"Jef! Nein!" - The cafeteria pumpkin (We're #1!)So, trick or treating was great, lots of candy. The real highlight of the week, though, was the film some people were making for their french class. Very funny. Comes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106771484771560487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106771484771560487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106771484771560487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106771484771560487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/11/erics-so-full-of-crap-hes-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106745334216755053</id><published>2003-10-29T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T13:49:03.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Mints and tape, so different yet so much the same" - BenHere's a conversation I had with Vicki Curtis during ScienceV: Get off my desk and stop showing me your nipple.R: Yeah, okV: AlrightR: OkV: Then goR: I'll leave thenV: Please doR: OkV: Alright thenR: I'm goneV: Then goR: Ok, I'm goneV: AlrightR: I'm leavin, I'm going to my deskV: OkR: Yeah, this is me leavingV: ByeR: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106745334216755053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106745334216755053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106745334216755053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106745334216755053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/10/mints-and-tape-so-different-yet-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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-6004459.post-106738640389973043</id><published>2003-10-28T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T19:13:25.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 28/10/03QUOTE: "It's not called anything else...it's a friggin tree" - Me when Alison tried to get me to say "rape" in class              "That's from an Old Navy commercial!" - Cameron when my drama teacher played the Leave It To Beaver Theme              "Get your hands offa my woo-oo-ooman, offa my woo-oo-ooman" - Funniest song ever "Get Your Hands Off Of My Woman" by the Darkness</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/feeds/106738640389973043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6004459&amp;postID=106738640389973043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106738640389973043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004459/posts/default/106738640389973043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpndb.blogspot.com/2003/10/date-281003-quote-its-not-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15782830883769880804</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></feed>
