<?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-11177272</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:48:36.000-11:00</updated><category term='berry'/><category term='rx-7'/><category term='melons'/><category term='boobs'/><category term='halle barry'/><category term='models'/><category term='speedo'/><category term='tits'/><category term='boys'/><category term='men'/><category term='tities'/><category term='rx7'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='cars'/><category term='hunks'/><title type='text'>Ways of the World.</title><subtitle type='html'>Enter and begin to transform.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-2252181717992537466</id><published>2007-05-10T12:53:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:15:33.807-11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rx-7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speedo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rx7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='berry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halle barry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><title type='text'>Boobs</title><summary type='text'>The other day, I was sitting at my computer being productive by thinking about boobs. That's when I saw an ad featuring a girl with fake boobs. I thought, “Fake milk wagons are the shit!”  I went and found a picture of natural, large breasts. They were of coarse, ugly. I put it next to the ad with the fake knockers. The girl on the left thinks she has fun bags, but they look more like sandbags.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/2252181717992537466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/2252181717992537466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2007/05/boobs.html' title='Boobs'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aUl8PmorpDs/RkOwz5lgiDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7bdSzHg42Ro/s72-c/Fake+boobs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-115897680756376439</id><published>2006-09-22T14:42:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:22:53.893-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugliest Cars and SUVs</title><summary type='text'>The Following are in no particular order.PT cruiserMy best friend nicknamed this car “The Bathtub,” and for good reason. I sometimes expect to look inside and see the things filled with water. This car was a concept car that should have ended up looking like an old gangster or mafia mobile. Instead, it has become something frumpy, middle aged, unimportant business men drive to work. Most of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/115897680756376439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/115897680756376439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2006/09/ugliest-cars-and-suvs.html' title='Ugliest Cars and SUVs'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-114789593120990257</id><published>2006-05-17T08:57:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T08:58:51.226-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Police and authority. (A non humorous addition).</title><summary type='text'>Police and authority. (Sorry, this is another non humorous addition).Pretty much all of this information was obtained from the lead police officer in my city, who is also our High School campus police officer. He gave a great speech and is ironically on the side of the students.Here we go:-Frisk- A frisk is a pat down. You cannot put your hands in the pocket of another if you are frisking them or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/114789593120990257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/114789593120990257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2006/05/police-and-authority-non-humorous.html' title='Police and authority. (A non humorous addition).'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-114645921650400189</id><published>2006-04-30T17:53:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T18:05:46.886-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Small High School Guide</title><summary type='text'>This is for all you kiddies without older siblings.High School.If you haven’t been through high school, or don’t know someone who’s been through high school recently, here you go.Early start-If your school offers Spanish in the seventh and eighth grades to get ‘half credits,’ don’t fall for it. It’s bullshit. You’ll waste two years when you could have spent one earning a credit.AP classes-Same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/114645921650400189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/114645921650400189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2006/04/small-high-school-guide.html' title='Small High School Guide'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-114222382325765476</id><published>2006-03-12T17:16:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:27:07.783-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Thumb, (AGAIN)</title><summary type='text'>*Remember when reading this that I use my write to use creative license.I went to Tom Thumb tonight to get some stuff. I'm extremely ashamed that I used a shopping cart this time. While I was there, a manager saw me carrying an unearthly amount of crap. He must have known I wasn't 100% human. Anyway, he asked me if I needed I shopping cart and I declined his filthy offer!It's always been my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/114222382325765476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/114222382325765476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2006/03/tom-thumb-again.html' title='Tom Thumb, (AGAIN)'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-113790909047084178</id><published>2006-01-21T18:47:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:18:03.460-11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Homeless Rally for Wireless Internet</title><summary type='text'>Dallas, TX: Tempers soared when the bums of Dallas Texas learned they were missing out on wireless Internet. James Abe of Southlake Texas said,“There are two realities, the physical world and the Internet world. The Internet world is one of the only places that normal people can hide from the bums. However, now that they realize what they're missing out on, they're going to try to gain access to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/113790909047084178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/113790909047084178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2006/01/homeless-rally-for-wireless-internet.html' title='The Homeless Rally for Wireless Internet'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-113503100651835173</id><published>2005-12-19T11:21:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T11:23:26.536-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you know who this is?By Krupple</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/113503100651835173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/113503100651835173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-you-know-who-this-is-by-krupple.html' title=''/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-113462130364022462</id><published>2005-12-14T17:32:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:35:03.653-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Elderly mother of 26 children fits Mt Everest into gaping vagina.</title><summary type='text'>NEPAL/TIBET, -- An elderly widow seeking sexual satisfaction set her worthless, blind eyes on Mt. Everest. Using her silver cotton candy as climbing rope, Bertha (mother of 26 and grandmother of 112) successfully made her way to the peak of Mt. Everest this Tuesday. Bertha figured that at 60 million years old, Mt. Everest would have enough sexual experience to satisfy her needs.Many people were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/113462130364022462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/113462130364022462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/12/elderly-mother-of-26-children-fits-mt.html' title='Elderly mother of 26 children fits Mt Everest into gaping vagina.'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-113400318831852398</id><published>2005-12-07T13:48:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:04:42.260-11:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS: Family Dog Suspected of Arson</title><summary type='text'>LITTLEROCK, AR – Flames engulfed the “Sunfield Catholic Church” last Wednesday at 6:66pm, on Ash Ln. The cause of the fire is unknown, a local family suspects their dog, Sparky. Sparky received his nickname when his fur caught on fire as he walked past an ever sparking church telephone.“We aren’t sure, but we think Sparky could have started the fire. After all, he is a flamer.” Explained Sparky’s</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/113400318831852398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/113400318831852398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/12/news-family-dog-suspected-of-arson.html' title='NEWS: Family Dog Suspected of Arson'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-113392889086160965</id><published>2005-12-06T17:14:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:27:39.466-11:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS: Boy Treats uncircumcised friend “Just like anyone else.”</title><summary type='text'>HOUSTON, TX – Jacob Maloni, expert friend and Yu-Gi-O historian, wants the entire world to know he treats his friend, Conner Williams, just like a normal person. He tells how it all came to happen on Monday night “Conner was spending the night and I noticed his prepuce and frenulum where in tact. I just blinked. I kept blinking and blinking.” Jacob is really excited to know his friend's new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/113392889086160965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/113392889086160965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/12/news-boy-treats-uncircumcised-friend.html' title='NEWS: Boy Treats uncircumcised friend “Just like anyone else.”'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-113037597891848146</id><published>2005-10-26T14:18:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:28:02.426-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Email sent to a stupid treehugger website that popped up. I have left all missspellinnngs in.</title><summary type='text'>Hi, I'm Ron Dwight and I was hoping you could help me out with something. It's an extremely imbarrassing issue so I'm afraid to ask anyone.I have a dream of having sex in the branches of trees. I know this is dangerous for me and my girl, but could it hurt the tree? Someone said trees can feel pain and a police officer actually issued a man a ticket for leaning his bike against a tree.Here's my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/113037597891848146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/113037597891848146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/10/email-sent-to-stupid-treehugger.html' title='Email sent to a stupid treehugger website that popped up. I have left all missspellinnngs in.'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-112683818933350099</id><published>2005-09-15T15:36:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:35:02.390-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><summary type='text'>               Braggart      You are 71% Rational, 85% Extroverted, 28% Brutal, and 71% Arrogant.                  You are the Braggart! Like Muhammad Ali, you would surely tell everyonethat you are "The Greatest" whilst bragging incessantly about yourintelligence, your skills, and your abilities. You tend to be a thinkerrather than a feeler, and combined with your extroversion andarrogance, this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/112683818933350099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/112683818933350099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/09/personality-test_15.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-112679166804136706</id><published>2005-09-15T02:39:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:54:45.380-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><summary type='text'>Poems from the top of my head. I'm updating just to prove I'm still alive.A smirk from the approaching seems to last forever to the disher. Laminated in her mental guardian angel, whose life force thrives on her energy alone, she wishes to have her emotions survive the day unscathed. Her shield also assumes the roll of a projector, hence the smirk. Day by day she does this, and this force, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/112679166804136706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/112679166804136706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/09/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-112521867202287838</id><published>2005-08-27T21:34:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:52:46.676-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Online confessions I've run into</title><summary type='text'>Here is a list of insane online confessions I've run into. If these don't make you feel better about your personal faults, then you are a filthy filthy pervert. And a bad person.Here we go! NOTE: These were written by other people. I've provided visual aid and italicized text to show what I have written.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Due to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/112521867202287838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/112521867202287838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/08/online-confessions-ive-run-into.html' title='Online confessions I&apos;ve run into'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-112336211142992397</id><published>2005-08-06T09:58:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T19:23:49.930-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Two and Two</title><summary type='text'>Don’t you love it when someone shows you their lack of extremely basic logic during the middle of an argument? It’s even better when you try to explain it to them, and they refuse to realize you were right. I hear this on the radio a lot. Also, this isn’t hard. It’s stuff I understood back as early as at LEAST first grade. I remember first grade. I had that bitch of a teacher who never taught me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/112336211142992397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/112336211142992397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/08/two-and-two.html' title='Two and Two'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-112689540391653093</id><published>2005-08-01T07:29:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:30:03.916-11:00</updated><title type='text'>get past google block</title><summary type='text'>e link below to continue to the URL, non-anonymously.    https://www.google.com/accounts/ServiceLogin?service=mail&amp;passive=true&amp;rm=false&amp;continue=http%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3Dhtml%26zy%3Dl&amp;ltmpl=wsad&amp;ltmplcache=2Back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/112689540391653093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/112689540391653093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/08/get-past-google-block.html' title='get past google block'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111993515594432728</id><published>2005-06-27T18:04:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T18:34:24.283-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk tastes soooo good right now…</title><summary type='text'>Nilla Wafers kick ass too. In fact, add the word ‘Nilla’ to your Microsoft Word dictionary right now. Do it.Because I said so.I was thinking about ‘sports in schools’ while I was arbitrarily wrestling an orgy of alligators today. I was thinking about how sports shouldn’t be government funded. I even have mixed feelings about my younger sister getting a volleyball scholarship when she gets older. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111993515594432728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111993515594432728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/06/milk-tastes-soooo-good-right-now.html' title='Milk tastes soooo good right now…'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111950954236513088</id><published>2005-06-22T19:51:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:51:42.316-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Brat Ruins Entire Country's Weekend.</title><summary type='text'>Missing (cub) ScoutIf you’ve been watching the news, you know about a little brat who was freeloading on the forest’s natural resources. Here’s the story.An eleven year old boy named Brennan Hawkins went missing for four days in the woods of Utah. It’s unclear how he survived while in the woods because the little brat won’t tell anybody anything. He sat by a tree (after peeling all of the bark </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111950954236513088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111950954236513088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/06/brat-ruins-entire-countrys-weekend.html' title='Brat Ruins Entire Country&apos;s Weekend.'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111765847385935951</id><published>2005-06-01T09:41:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:19:50.230-11:00</updated><title type='text'>eBay</title><summary type='text'>Everyone has heard of eBay, but more should try it. I've seen many jugheads waddle along as they denounce eBay as a scam website. eBay isn't a scam website, you just GOT scammed. There are thousands of members on eBay and many are scum, but most are well to do members. My family's account has nearly 300 buy/sell feedback marks. That's quite a few shipments for a family who isn't running a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111765847385935951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111765847385935951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/06/ebay_01.html' title='eBay'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111751847395809975</id><published>2005-05-30T18:45:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T14:24:42.800-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca-Cola</title><summary type='text'>I’ve got to hand it to Coca-Cola. I’ve never liked their drink because It’s too bitter for my taste. I’m a Dr. Pepper, Root-Beer and Sunkist fan. Then again, Sprite, (which is owned by Coca-Cola) is better than 7up (which is owned by Dr. Pepper).   Back to my point. Coke with lime is a nice beverage. The lime gives it just the right amount of kick it needs to satisfy. You should drink it.    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111751847395809975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111751847395809975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/05/coca-cola.html' title='Coca-Cola'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111638880401950671</id><published>2005-05-17T16:51:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:44:05.966-11:00</updated><title type='text'>ADVICE: You're fat because you choose to be.</title><summary type='text'>You’re overweight because you choose to be.    Let me tell you. If there’s one thing that depresses me, it’s fat people eating alone at restaurants. Last valentines day, there was a really big woman sitting at a table alone. She was reading a book. I got deeply depressed for 20 minutes.            I saw her again this mother’s day at the SAME ihop. I no longer want to eat there. Or if I do, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111638880401950671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111638880401950671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/05/advice-youre-fat-because-you-choose-to.html' title='ADVICE: You&apos;re fat because you choose to be.'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111534105019695444</id><published>2005-05-05T13:43:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T14:03:28.653-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter I'm sending to the PETA</title><summary type='text'>In case you don't know, the PETA is an animal rights group that goes wayyyy overboard. They get people to dress provocatively to get you to notice the naked truth about animal abuse. They discourage fishing as a family activity because it's horrible and evil and hurts the fish. Many of them blow up buildings such as chicken factories. You can visit their hilarious website at www.peta.org Beware </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111534105019695444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111534105019695444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/05/letter-im-sending-to-peta.html' title='Letter I&apos;m sending to the PETA'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111508465937678320</id><published>2005-05-02T14:34:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:58:24.273-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Planet</title><summary type='text'>Captain PlanetDo you remember Captain Planet? I'll bet you do. I watched it growing up and absolutely loved it. Recently, a buddy of mine had the idea to gather some rings and to a captain planet routine in the middle of a crowded hallway. I thought this idea was genius, and fully supported it. I love amusing others and trying to embarrass myself.When I was talking about Manly Men (and who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111508465937678320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111508465937678320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/05/captain-planet.html' title='Captain Planet'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111448115740551288</id><published>2005-04-25T14:50:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T09:22:26.216-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Types of Pessimism</title><summary type='text'>I've never liked to hear someone say, "I'm a pessimist. I believe blah blah blah" They always seem to say it as if they think they are an intellectual. You can tell they think they're on another level by watching their face as they silently await your reaction. They think they're better than the happy do-gooders.There are jokes on the internet explaining how you can benefit from pessimism. They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111448115740551288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111448115740551288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/04/two-types-of-pessimism.html' title='Two Types of Pessimism'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111430868171399940</id><published>2005-04-23T14:52:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T09:27:47.613-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime and Punishment</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to touch on five beliefs I have about Crime and Justice.Excluding the last one....Democrats will most-likely agree with 1/4 of the followingRepublicans, 3/4Logical individuals, well, they will agree with anything and everything I say because I wouldn't say it unless it were true.         Crime and Rehabilitation (A more liberal view of mine) Too often I hear the phrase, "Crime and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111430868171399940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111430868171399940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/04/crime-and-punishment.html' title='Crime and Punishment'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111405711470806873</id><published>2005-04-20T17:15:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T09:25:05.820-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A look into the evils of the PSP</title><summary type='text'>The Sony PSP came out recently and already I see people all around who have one. From the jocks to the emo-kids to the nerds and the average Joes, every type of person seems to have one. When you first see them you think, "Wow, that's the shit!" They look cool and play movies. However, if you do some research, or just happen to be less impulsive than child molester at a toy convention, you'll see</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111405711470806873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111405711470806873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/04/look-into-evils-of-psp.html' title='A look into the evils of the PSP'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111387955934350523</id><published>2005-04-18T15:58:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T09:38:02.376-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Commujism</title><summary type='text'>What is it with Communism recently? I had a really cool, gay, teacher who tried to shove his Communist agenda down our throats one time. He went on and on about how other countries think anything but Communism is ridiculous.     The Liberals who I have heard argue for Communism say it is "A truly genius system."Oh really? What is go 'genius' about it? Communism is no more complex than Capitalism.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111387955934350523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111387955934350523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/04/commujism.html' title='Commujism'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111353969292041905</id><published>2005-04-14T17:33:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T17:49:14.933-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Stealing Our HOLYdays</title><summary type='text'>I've been asked to update. Here you go.Sometimes Libs do good things, but when it comes to being politically correct, they tend to go overboard. Here are some things Democrats have done to annoy me.The Cookie Monster has been ordered to stop filling up on cookies. New episodes will show him stuffing his face with fresh fruit and veggies. "C is for cookie, that's good enough for me." is gone. Now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111353969292041905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111353969292041905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/04/stop-stealing-our-holydays.html' title='Stop Stealing Our HOLYdays'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111335712968567936</id><published>2005-04-12T13:49:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T15:01:40.676-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Flatten a Fetus</title><summary type='text'>Those who know me, know my baby stomping boots. They are the best stomping boots on earth because in the souls, lies depleted uranium. People at school have been asking me where they are. Well I found them, one of them. Whenever I happen to wake up early on a warm, beautiful Sunday morning, I get this happy feeling. The scent of fresh, bloody coat hangers fills my nostrils and tickles my mucus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111335712968567936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111335712968567936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/04/flatten-fetus.html' title='Flatten a Fetus'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111222936060087737</id><published>2005-03-30T13:31:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T09:40:52.966-11:00</updated><title type='text'>AborNted</title><summary type='text'>This is my story of how I came into the world. Some believe it. Some don't. Either way, it's a badass tale and you know that deep down it must be true.Before I was born, my mom decided having an abortion sounded like a good way to have fun. I was sitting in the womb when I felt a thin, hard hook wrap around me. It then slipped and became wedged where my umbilical cord and I met. I never saw a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111222936060087737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111222936060087737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/03/abornted.html' title='AborNted'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111205769291074854</id><published>2005-03-28T13:53:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T09:27:04.046-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Democrat or Republican?</title><summary type='text'>Democrat or Republican? The only non-bias review in the world.I don't like it when I ask people this question and they either say they don't care, or they are in the middle.How could you not care? People seem to get caught up in games of grab-ass and forget about the big picture. Very serious things are happening in the world and in the government right now. Those who don't care need to step back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111205769291074854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111205769291074854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/03/democrat-or-republican.html' title='Democrat or Republican?'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111043187094117718</id><published>2005-03-09T17:56:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T17:13:42.640-11:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not Irish.</title><summary type='text'>I've seen too many people around St. Patrick's day wearing the "Kiss Me I'm Irish" t-shirt. It's not cool unless you are Irish. I'm not talkin' 1/4th Irish either. If you wear one of those shirts you better have a hell of a lot of Irish in you. Take this person, for example.Keep in mind, this is unedited.What's wrong with him!? Is being Asian suddenly not good enough anymore? Oh, scratch that. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111043187094117718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111043187094117718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/03/youre-not-irish.html' title='You&apos;re not Irish.'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-111024625619297390</id><published>2005-03-07T12:18:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:48:28.620-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Support our Troops, a great way to brainwash the Democrats.</title><summary type='text'>Does that sound right to you? Me neither.I was talking to a Democrat the other day and he started complaining about how people have "Support Our Troops" magnets on their cars.He explained how he thought it was an attempt to somehow 'brainwash' the democrats into becoming hungry war mongers.I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  He said he hated it when somebody 'shoved their ideals down his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111024625619297390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/111024625619297390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/03/support-our-troops-great-way-to.html' title='Support our Troops, a great way to brainwash the Democrats.'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-110981214018927805</id><published>2005-03-02T13:50:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T17:11:16.773-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because it's natural, doesn't mean it's right.</title><summary type='text'> I was sitting there minding my own business when some buddies of mine started talking about homosexuality. While I don't mind homosexuals as long as they don't hit on me, I don't want them to get married. I do understand homosexuality, for the most part, isn't a choice. You can be homosexual but that doesn't mean you have to go and do anything stupid."Homosexuality is natural." he responded.To </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/110981214018927805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/110981214018927805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-because-its-natural-doesnt-mean.html' title='Just because it&apos;s natural, doesn&apos;t mean it&apos;s right.'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-110974077220090529</id><published>2005-03-01T18:18:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T18:19:32.200-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I will start this thing up.</title><summary type='text'>This is just a test to see how things look.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/110974077220090529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/110974077220090529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-will-start-this-thing-up.html' title='I will start this thing up.'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11177272.post-112689528871327141</id><published>2005-01-16T07:27:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:28:08.716-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to Google past block</title><summary type='text'>https://www.google.com/accounts/ServiceLogin?service=mail&amp;passive=true&amp;rm=false&amp;continue=http%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3Dhtml%26zy%3Dl&amp;ltmpl=wsad&amp;ltmplcache=2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/112689528871327141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11177272/posts/default/112689528871327141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themightykrupple.blogspot.com/2005/01/get-to-google-past-block.html' title='Get to Google past block'/><author><name>Shat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
