<?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-6775676854859170538</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:46:06.352-08:00</updated><category term='cheerleading'/><category term='dad'/><category term='snow ball'/><category term='Potty Training'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Stairs'/><category term='Fat'/><category term='Family'/><category term='reddi wip'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='shy'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Horse'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='stun gun'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='Thongs'/><category term='splits'/><category term='farting'/><category term='Running late'/><category term='leg lift'/><category term='Zipper'/><category term='bimbo'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='tranny'/><category term='Night clubs'/><category term='Squirrel'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='tooth'/><category term='meijer'/><category term='scooter'/><category term='Nigger Knocking'/><category term='Smoking'/><category term='Money'/><category term='parking'/><category term='Blow Job'/><category term='dating'/><category term='cruise'/><category term='work'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='embarrassing'/><category term='pregnancy test'/><category term='kids'/><category term='romance'/><category term='eyes'/><category term='Salon'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='Dress'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Cabin'/><category term='gym'/><category term='chirstmas'/><category term='kart wheel'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='meeting'/><category term='camera shy'/><category term='smells'/><category term='pee'/><category term='Skiing'/><category term='period'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='toilet'/><category term='manners'/><category term='board games'/><category term='Taco Bell'/><category term='toga party'/><category term='haircare'/><category term='boggers'/><category term='caboodle'/><category term='bar'/><category term='Flip flops'/><category term='church'/><category term='Restaurants'/><category term='i can top that'/><category term='chipped'/><category term='Falling'/><category term='joke'/><category term='Waiter'/><category term='shots'/><category term='Something about mary'/><category term='albino'/><category term='nude'/><category term='making out'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Macarena'/><category term='peeing pants'/><category term='embarrassing celebrity photos'/><category term='breaks'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>I Can Top That</title><subtitle type='html'>is a place to let loose and share your most embarrassing stories. Your story will be completely anonymous, names and email will NOT be shown or given out. Share your story, what's it going to hurt? Maybe you will even laugh.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-8189273762260964650</id><published>2009-08-30T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:10:16.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Price Check Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SprcnodrblI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ayh38i1DDj4/s1600-h/barcode.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SprcnodrblI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ayh38i1DDj4/s320/barcode.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375851678655016530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A lady picked up several items at a discount store. When she finally got up to the checker, she learned that one of her items had no price tag. Imagine her embarrassment when the checker got on the intercom and boomed out for the entire store to hear, ‘PRICE CHECK ON LANE THIRTEEN, TAMPAX, SUPER SIZE." That was bad enough, but somebody at the rear of the store apparently misunderstood the word 'Tampax' for ‘THUMBTACKS.’ In a businesslike tone, a voice boomed back over the intercom: ‘DO YOU WANT THE KIND YOU PUSH IN WITH YOUR THUMB OR THE KIND YOU POUND IN WITH A HAMMER?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to: http://www.onlyfunnystories.com/index.asp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-8189273762260964650?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8189273762260964650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/price-check-please.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8189273762260964650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8189273762260964650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/price-check-please.html' title='Price Check Please!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SprcnodrblI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ayh38i1DDj4/s72-c/barcode.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-3527102586859330797</id><published>2009-08-30T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:07:52.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, How may I help you?</title><content type='html'>"A woman and her sister were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a variety of nuts. As they were looking at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if they needed any help. The woman replied, "No, I'm just looking at your nuts." The sister started to laugh hysterically, the boy grinned, and she turned beet red and walked away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to:  http://www.onlyfunnystories.com/index.asp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-3527102586859330797?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3527102586859330797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-how-may-i-help-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3527102586859330797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3527102586859330797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-how-may-i-help-you.html' title='Hi, How may I help you?'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-6883076669082277119</id><published>2009-08-22T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:29:23.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Dick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday a guy I work with bent over to pick something up and he split a hole in the crotch of his pants. I didn't really know what to do for him being that we had no other pants for him to wear. So one of my co-workers gave him a name tag to safety pin his pant back together. I hope no customers noticed it being that his junk read "Richard" across it. Get it Richard? Dick for short.. Sorry I just get a kick out of that every time I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-6883076669082277119?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6883076669082277119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-dick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6883076669082277119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6883076669082277119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-dick.html' title='Hello Dick'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-6981265798319027059</id><published>2009-08-19T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:09:30.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brittany Spears at her Best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpgKdGPMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/seTGieYjmIA/s1600-h/britney-spears-naked-tanning-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpgKdGPMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/seTGieYjmIA/s320/britney-spears-naked-tanning-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371784456829287618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpfrARSXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HCx4HBL5lK4/s1600-h/britney-spears-crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpfrARSXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HCx4HBL5lK4/s320/britney-spears-crying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371784448386877810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpetkP19I/AAAAAAAAAKc/GV57BtLBAdM/s1600-h/britney-spears-crotch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpetkP19I/AAAAAAAAAKc/GV57BtLBAdM/s320/britney-spears-crotch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371784431894779858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpedgiEsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CgQdT_HcNPk/s1600-h/britney-spears-bald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpedgiEsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CgQdT_HcNPk/s320/britney-spears-bald.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371784427584230082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Soxpdmp1iDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uQ-2NjJr1fU/s1600-h/britney-spears-ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Soxpdmp1iDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uQ-2NjJr1fU/s320/britney-spears-ass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371784412859303986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpStrOUKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JrMKUxPm1dI/s1600-h/britney-spears-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpStrOUKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JrMKUxPm1dI/s320/britney-spears-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371784225765609634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpR9Mdo5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SqsEtwXX1q0/s1600-h/Britney_Spears_Pussy_Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpR9Mdo5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SqsEtwXX1q0/s320/Britney_Spears_Pussy_Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371784212751688594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpRIKaC1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K2BBz7yNG_8/s1600-h/britney_spears_cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpRIKaC1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K2BBz7yNG_8/s320/britney_spears_cry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371784198515985234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpQtvIxCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DlUclHO33ps/s1600-h/Britney3X170801_468x446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpQtvIxCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DlUclHO33ps/s320/Britney3X170801_468x446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371784191422284834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpPrQyAzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WXCzX0vRTMc/s1600-h/brit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpPrQyAzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WXCzX0vRTMc/s320/brit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371784173578224434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These photos are the perfect reason Brittany should stay indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-6981265798319027059?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6981265798319027059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/brittany-spears-at-her-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6981265798319027059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6981265798319027059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/brittany-spears-at-her-best.html' title='Brittany Spears at her Best!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoxpgKdGPMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/seTGieYjmIA/s72-c/britney-spears-naked-tanning-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-3485264558233458579</id><published>2009-08-17T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:40:20.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battery Operated Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoncRSBzhWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/i0Tpw2oHgnQ/s1600-h/i_love_bob_my_battery_operated_boyfriend_sticker-p217122242081516963tdcj_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoncRSBzhWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/i0Tpw2oHgnQ/s320/i_love_bob_my_battery_operated_boyfriend_sticker-p217122242081516963tdcj_210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371066220071322978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My most embarrassing situation happened a few years ago when I was in college. My roommate had gone away for the weekend and I was alone. One evening, after drinking a too much at a party I came back to my room and decided to play with myself. I locked my door, stripped naked, put on my earphones turned up the volume and went to it with a favorite vibrator! What I didn’t know was that my roommate thought I was also going to be gone for the weekend, and gave her key to a friend in case the friend “got lucky”. I was in the middle of my “work-out”, my headset blasting, my eyes squeezed shut, when the door opened and a girl and a guy walked in! They stood, frozen in shock while I lay there screwing myself on the bed. I didn’t hear or see them! After what could only have been a few seconds, something made me open my eyes! I almost had a heart attack! They mumbled an apology and ran out! I seriously considered a transfer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-3485264558233458579?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3485264558233458579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/battery-operated-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3485264558233458579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3485264558233458579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/battery-operated-boyfriend.html' title='Battery Operated Boyfriend'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoncRSBzhWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/i0Tpw2oHgnQ/s72-c/i_love_bob_my_battery_operated_boyfriend_sticker-p217122242081516963tdcj_210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-7839035187104269419</id><published>2009-08-13T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:43:12.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigger Knocking'/><title type='text'>The Silly Games Kids Play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoTBBJxIu3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/E8F4_8_U69Y/s1600-h/knock-at-door.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoTBBJxIu3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/E8F4_8_U69Y/s320/knock-at-door.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369628881278516082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was about 6yrs old my family and I were at a family friends house (townhouse) and us kids were driving the adults crazy I guess, so our parents told us to go "nigger knocking". They explained that you go up to the door knock and then run and hide. Well we go to our first house, knock on the door and we all run and hide in the bushes and behind cars. My sister on the other hand didn't listen and stood on the porch. I huge black man answers the door and says " What do you want"? My sister politely says "We are nigger knocking my mom and dad said it was ok". Thankfully the man had a sense of humor because my parent were just across the parking lot. The man laughs and then joins my parents for a beer... Boy my sister was so gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="index"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="word"&gt; "Nigger Knocking" &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="tools" id="tools_480392"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_480392"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt;  Is a childish prank in which someone knocks on  someone's front door and then runs away and hides  before the person can answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-7839035187104269419?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7839035187104269419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/silly-games-kids-play.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7839035187104269419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7839035187104269419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/silly-games-kids-play.html' title='The Silly Games Kids Play.'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SoTBBJxIu3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/E8F4_8_U69Y/s72-c/knock-at-door.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-8814515609717947248</id><published>2009-08-09T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:10:21.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I See London I See France!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sn9lZC6LmdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LNrw8rdlShE/s1600-h/underwear-rug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sn9lZC6LmdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LNrw8rdlShE/s320/underwear-rug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368120761800956370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad used to always mess with my nephew whenever he would run around the house in his underwear he would say "I see London I see France I see Justin's dirty underpants". My nephew was 3 so it was ok for him to be in his underwear inside the house. Well one day my dad had him out doing some shopping and he took him into a dressing room of a packed department store  to try on some jeans and as soon as my dad pulled his jeans down to try on the new ones he seen the look on Justin's face and before he could say don't do it. Justin belted out " I SEE LONDON I SEE FRANCE I SEE PAPA'S DIRTY UNDERPANTS!" My dad just laughed in embarrassment, that he didn't even want to walk out of the dressing room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-8814515609717947248?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8814515609717947248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-see-london-i-see-france.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8814515609717947248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8814515609717947248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-see-london-i-see-france.html' title='I See London I See France!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sn9lZC6LmdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LNrw8rdlShE/s72-c/underwear-rug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-6724408017186042088</id><published>2009-08-09T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:18:38.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>The Funny Things Kids Say...</title><content type='html'>My husband and I took the kids out to breakfast just a few days before Christmas. I am a vegetarian and when ordering breakfast my husband asked if I was going to order breakfast with sausage so I could give it to kids (they love the stuff) and I said sure. My oldest son (4 yrs old) asked  "Mommy is going to have sausage?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was trying to be funny said  "no, but she wants Daddies sausage". My son of course had no clue and went about his way.  A couple days later we are at the in-laws for Christmas morning breakfast, we start fixing our plates  and my son announces.... "Mommy loves Daddies sausage".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god they are all  perverts like my husband.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-6724408017186042088?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6724408017186042088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-things-kids-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6724408017186042088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6724408017186042088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-things-kids-say.html' title='The Funny Things Kids Say...'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-7576345062803802315</id><published>2009-08-09T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:18:13.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skiing'/><title type='text'>Ski or Pee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sn83HSOsr2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cs3Ah7Uc92c/s1600-h/030-downhill-skiing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sn83HSOsr2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cs3Ah7Uc92c/s320/030-downhill-skiing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368069879141019490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past winter i went to a ski resort with my family. We got all geared up when I felt a slight urge to pee but decided to go down the hill before heading to the restroom. Unfortunately it proved to be a very bad decision since the lift got stuck for 30 minutes and the cold weather didn't help, by then I really had to pee. I made it to the top of the hill and successfully down the slope but by this time I had to pee so bad that I didn’t make it to the bathroom in time and I totally peed myself. Embarrassing as it was all ready my cousin who was with me couldn’t stop laughing. Needless to say that ended our skiing adventure for the day. We I had to walk back to the cabin, soaked with pee which wasn’t very comfortable when it’s freezing cold outside. Did I mention that I am 22 years old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-7576345062803802315?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7576345062803802315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/ski-or-pee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7576345062803802315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7576345062803802315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/ski-or-pee.html' title='Ski or Pee?'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sn83HSOsr2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cs3Ah7Uc92c/s72-c/030-downhill-skiing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-3413184439211938401</id><published>2009-08-08T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:19:13.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='board games'/><title type='text'>5 People Who Should Have Stuck to Board Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="304"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/904275"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/904275" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="304"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/cheerleader-gets-knocked-out.html"&gt;Cheerleader Gets Knocked Out&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives "heads up" a whole new meaning doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="291"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/882781"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/882781" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="291"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/little-girl-owned-by-soccer-ball.html"&gt;Little Girl Owned by Soccer Ball&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well think of it this way, the girl just got her first formal introduction to being tattooed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/842046"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/842046" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/knockout-by-exercise-machine.html"&gt;Knockout By Exercise Machine&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words: Douche Bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/146894"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/146894" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/softball_hits_girl_in_head.html"&gt;Softball Hits Girl On Head&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect time to have eyes on the back of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/720914"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/720914" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/usercontent/2009/5/gymnastics-fail-720914.html"&gt;Gymnastics Fail&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White men can't jump!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-3413184439211938401?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3413184439211938401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-people-who-should-have-stuck-to-board.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3413184439211938401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3413184439211938401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-people-who-should-have-stuck-to-board.html' title='5 People Who Should Have Stuck to Board Games'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-8140506767043931134</id><published>2009-08-07T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:29:55.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thongs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flip flops'/><title type='text'>Let's Wear Thongs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnzGvZ-oFtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/a0omE6dw0Gg/s1600-h/1145-C4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnzGvZ-oFtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/a0omE6dw0Gg/s320/1145-C4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367383373648500434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm planning a wedding and my fiancee and I are from California and always wear flip flops, so we decided that it would be fun if our entire wedding party wore flip flops. Well my mother in law was trying to explain that to a bunch of girls at her bible study saying "Everyone at their wedding is going to wear thongs, even the pastor!" She came home and called and told me that none of them thought it was a good idea. So I had to explain to her that flip flops go between your toes, thongs go between your butt cheeks. The next Sunday at church she had to explain what she meant to a bunch of 50-60 year old... She was so embarrassed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-8140506767043931134?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8140506767043931134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-wear-thongs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8140506767043931134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8140506767043931134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-wear-thongs.html' title='Let&apos;s Wear Thongs!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnzGvZ-oFtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/a0omE6dw0Gg/s72-c/1145-C4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-7425238528619580134</id><published>2009-08-07T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:07:49.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyra Goes Crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/169778"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/169778" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/tyra_banks_goes_insane.html"&gt;Tyra Banks Goes Insane&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who would have thunk it? Vasline does wonders and makes you go crazy all at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-7425238528619580134?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7425238528619580134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/tyra-goes-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7425238528619580134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7425238528619580134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/tyra-goes-crazy.html' title='Tyra Goes Crazy!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-798289211701904586</id><published>2009-08-05T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:41:27.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing celebrity photos'/><title type='text'>Most Embarrassing Celebrity Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sno0ElMXedI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2Us9w4eEBTM/s1600-h/janet_jackson_nipple_slip_400x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sno0ElMXedI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2Us9w4eEBTM/s320/janet_jackson_nipple_slip_400x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366659159273470418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sno0ECaIPyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4aJgYGE1pP0/s1600-h/snf10bizzya280_416690a.0.0.0x0.280x390.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sno0ECaIPyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4aJgYGE1pP0/s320/snf10bizzya280_416690a.0.0.0x0.280x390.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366659149935951650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnozagL9iFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0rGweeNExXo/s1600-h/tara_reid_nipple_slip_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnozagL9iFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0rGweeNExXo/s320/tara_reid_nipple_slip_300x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366658436375087186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Snoy2sSjPkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eUCh_rVHc2o/s1600-h/splashnews_pt060204_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Snoy2sSjPkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eUCh_rVHc2o/s320/splashnews_pt060204_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366657821148659266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Snoy2K3KqaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MUTRG_8avt8/s1600-h/POST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Snoy2K3KqaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MUTRG_8avt8/s320/POST.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366657812175432098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnoyqJ8BIGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/owjXBqMIIpE/s1600-h/pam-gross-copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnoyqJ8BIGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/owjXBqMIIpE/s320/pam-gross-copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366657605768912994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnoyprEKDSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/So2fm9Sa3m8/s1600-h/lindsay_lohan_wins_most_embarrassing_wardrobe_malfunction_as_young_hollywood_turn_out_at_mtv_movie_awards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnoyprEKDSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/So2fm9Sa3m8/s320/lindsay_lohan_wins_most_embarrassing_wardrobe_malfunction_as_young_hollywood_turn_out_at_mtv_movie_awards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366657597481553186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnoypjFUOYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/B5W5LLZbgZc/s1600-h/kate-moss-bikini-boat-trip.0.0.0x0.432x568.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnoypjFUOYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/B5W5LLZbgZc/s320/kate-moss-bikini-boat-trip.0.0.0x0.432x568.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366657595338930562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnoypHtNkTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/k-ty0Ohoq6s/s1600-h/jessica_ass_bak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnoypHtNkTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/k-ty0Ohoq6s/s320/jessica_ass_bak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366657587990073650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Snoyoxi7gWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/foAjBis6-wQ/s1600-h/britney-spears-no-underwear_333x562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Snoyoxi7gWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/foAjBis6-wQ/s320/britney-spears-no-underwear_333x562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366657582041366882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these are old but still fun to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-798289211701904586?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/798289211701904586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-embarrassing-celebrity-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/798289211701904586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/798289211701904586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-embarrassing-celebrity-photos.html' title='Most Embarrassing Celebrity Photos'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sno0ElMXedI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2Us9w4eEBTM/s72-c/janet_jackson_nipple_slip_400x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-4901774271408986604</id><published>2009-08-04T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:24:13.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blow Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeing pants'/><title type='text'>Beat by a Blow Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnhSXjJ2TVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5n4cKwtV0vw/s1600-h/893041331_a70f396f80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnhSXjJ2TVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5n4cKwtV0vw/s320/893041331_a70f396f80.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366129520538963282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After work last week my boyfriend and I went out for a few drinks with a few of my co-workers. We got kicked out of one bar due to one of my co-workers being not old enough to drink, so we headed to another bar.  We were having a good time catching a buzz when some random lady at the bar decided to move over next to us and offered to buy us a shot. By this time some of us have already had way too many, but we still took her up on it. My boss and I both ordered "blow jobs,"  the lady ordered a lemon drop and I don't remember what the guys ordered.  Shot time! All of us ladies decided we were going to do our shots "hands free".  My boss headed face first into the bar to grab her shot with her mouth, she tipped her head back to swallow the shot when suddenly she started to choke. The shot glass got stuck in her mouth and she was gagging, slobber running down her chin and every bit of the blow job on her shirt. She was gagging so bad that at this point she pissed her pants! Not only did she pee her pants there was piss all over the bar stool. It was so embarrassing she had to stand up and mop up the pee on the stool and walk out of the bar with pissy pants. She got a pair of jeans out of her trunk and came back in to party! Now that is brave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-4901774271408986604?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4901774271408986604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/beat-by-blow-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/4901774271408986604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/4901774271408986604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/beat-by-blow-job.html' title='Beat by a Blow Job!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SnhSXjJ2TVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5n4cKwtV0vw/s72-c/893041331_a70f396f80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-9201598661335590047</id><published>2009-07-27T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:20:31.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taco Bell'/><title type='text'>Just PUSH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sm415qQksoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/46ht6RPG0cI/s1600-h/4_pg_women_cartoon_2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sm415qQksoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/46ht6RPG0cI/s320/4_pg_women_cartoon_2%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363283470957458050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was pregnant with my first son I was so scared of giving birth, not the whole hurting part but the being naked and spread wide open for everyone to see. As most mothers know once you are in pain you could careless about any of that. Well the time came and I was in labor my husband took me to the hospital, at that point I just wanted it all to be over. I had my husband, my mother and father and his parents all in the room and could careless who was there to watch. To make a long story short I should have never had Taco Bell for lunch that day because I pooped all over the table while pushing. Once I came to realize I pooped I just cried from embarrassment and didn't want to push anymore. The doctor literally had to talk me into it and tell me that it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-9201598661335590047?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/9201598661335590047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/push.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/9201598661335590047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/9201598661335590047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/push.html' title='Just PUSH!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sm415qQksoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/46ht6RPG0cI/s72-c/4_pg_women_cartoon_2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-8839205862653095534</id><published>2009-07-23T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:17:02.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bimbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Squirrel'/><title type='text'>Hello Halfy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmjgJdnfR6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ywTqVAVYy1o/s1600-h/scotty-squirrel-front-view-thumb5112627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmjgJdnfR6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ywTqVAVYy1o/s320/scotty-squirrel-front-view-thumb5112627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361781809558276002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July weekend I was at my neighbors house having a bonfire and we seen this squirrel that has a black body with a light brown tale. My neighbor and I looked at each other and I was like yeah "I call him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;halfy&lt;/span&gt;" then we hear some bimbo at the house next to us say "is that an albino"? I swear some people should not be allowed to talk. How embarrassing for her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-8839205862653095534?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8839205862653095534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-halfy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8839205862653095534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8839205862653095534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-halfy.html' title='Hello Halfy!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmjgJdnfR6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ywTqVAVYy1o/s72-c/scotty-squirrel-front-view-thumb5112627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-5748090660393083361</id><published>2009-07-21T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:03:40.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><title type='text'>Looks Like Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmZXR3Rzj1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/sndXv8tROEM/s1600-h/raining2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmZXR3Rzj1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/sndXv8tROEM/s320/raining2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361068370839179090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was at a new salon and heard rain start pouring down. I told my stylist that I left my sunroof open (which was totally dumb of me being that the sky 100% looked like rain before I went inside) and asked if I could run out and close it. Then I ran back inside, sat in the chair, and said, "I made it just it time!" Then I looked at the very confused stylist and realized that I sat back down in the wrong chair with another stylist who was waiting on her client to finish being shampooed!! All I did was say, "Excuse me!" and moved back to the right area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-5748090660393083361?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5748090660393083361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/looks-like-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5748090660393083361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5748090660393083361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/looks-like-rain.html' title='Looks Like Rain'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmZXR3Rzj1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/sndXv8tROEM/s72-c/raining2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-8836253622359615979</id><published>2009-07-21T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:04:07.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zipper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something about mary'/><title type='text'>Every Guys Worst Nightmare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmZVySGU8uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/U9rj1kvW_dM/s1600-h/zipper.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmZVySGU8uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/U9rj1kvW_dM/s320/zipper.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361066728771351266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boyfriend and I at the time were at his house and he was getting ready to take a shower after working all day. I was laying on his bed and I hear a loud scream "BABY HELP!" so I hurry to see what the problem was, to my surprise he had zipped himself in his zipper! Yup, that's right!! At first I froze and didn't know what to do, I came back to reality and ran down stairs to get some ice water. I arrived back to his bedroom and he says "What the "f" is that for?" I tell him "ya know. to shrink it" Well It worked! It was kinda like the movie Something About Mary.. Sorry guy is scarred for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-8836253622359615979?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8836253622359615979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-guys-worst-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8836253622359615979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8836253622359615979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-guys-worst-nightmare.html' title='Every Guys Worst Nightmare!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmZVySGU8uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/U9rj1kvW_dM/s72-c/zipper.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-2214813285659024780</id><published>2009-07-21T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:46:10.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meijer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Meijer Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmY1j_I5OBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZPO2pRcprLk/s1600-h/Skippy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmY1j_I5OBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZPO2pRcprLk/s320/Skippy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361031298791585810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was staying the night at my friends house and her mom had been drinking. We had her take us up to Meijer to get some ice cream and stuff to make smores. While walking around Meijer to get our goodies we noticed we had lost her mom, so we started searching everywhere for her. Walking down every aisle hoping to find her, no luck! We ended up walking to the front of the store thinking maybe her mom was sitting down ( she is a heavier lady with a buzz)  on one of those benches they have up in front of the check out lines. As we reach the front of the store we see her mother outside on one of those penny horses! Not only was she riding the horse she was yelling "Yee Haw"! I wanted to crawl under a rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-2214813285659024780?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2214813285659024780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/meijer-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/2214813285659024780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/2214813285659024780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/meijer-fun.html' title='Meijer Fun!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmY1j_I5OBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZPO2pRcprLk/s72-c/Skippy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-4171375042958725034</id><published>2009-07-20T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:20:18.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>Neck Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmUze8VRLqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6doRB7CUfOQ/s1600-h/drunk-dude-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmUze8VRLqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6doRB7CUfOQ/s320/drunk-dude-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360747538138869410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Either he had one too many beers or drank some of the toilet bowl cleaner? I hope it was beer that did him in. Either way at least someone gave him some pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-4171375042958725034?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4171375042958725034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/neck-pains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/4171375042958725034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/4171375042958725034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/neck-pains.html' title='Neck Pains'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmUze8VRLqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6doRB7CUfOQ/s72-c/drunk-dude-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-7309149151228565684</id><published>2009-07-20T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:17:53.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>Face Plant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmUy4dl6baI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yYiLmd9NxL4/s1600-h/crazy-drunk-man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmUy4dl6baI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yYiLmd9NxL4/s320/crazy-drunk-man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360746877052153250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like someone had four too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-7309149151228565684?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7309149151228565684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/face-plant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7309149151228565684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7309149151228565684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/face-plant.html' title='Face Plant'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmUy4dl6baI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yYiLmd9NxL4/s72-c/crazy-drunk-man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-6899436739805671608</id><published>2009-07-20T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:25:16.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running late'/><title type='text'>I Hate Running Late!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmUmd3KHu1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/pmqh42rWsQk/s1600-h/late%211231121575.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmUmd3KHu1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/pmqh42rWsQk/s320/late%211231121575.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360733225918905170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was running late for work one morning, I had to be there at 8am and it was 7:30am so I hurry got ready and ran out the door. I wanted to get in before my boss was standing at the time clock looking at her watch. I arrived at work 1 minute for 8am so I made it on time. While walking to my desk on of my co-workers stopped me laughing hysterically, she then says "Umm look down" I looked down and to realize that I had put on two different shoes! I was wondering why it felt funny hurrying to the time clock, but I thought it was just because I was in a hurry and running. So I finally reach my desk and call my husband to bring me one of the other shoes to match one of the two that I had on my feet. On the particular day my husband was being a complete jerk and took his time before I new it, it was lunch (1pm) and he still had not brought me my other shoe! Good thing I had an hour lunch, I was able to go home and correct my terrible shoe mistake. The worst part of the whole thing is that I work with the public and I was lopsided all day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-6899436739805671608?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6899436739805671608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-running-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6899436739805671608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6899436739805671608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-running-late.html' title='I Hate Running Late!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SmUmd3KHu1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/pmqh42rWsQk/s72-c/late%211231121575.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-3380192524799498833</id><published>2009-07-15T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:25:48.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><title type='text'>No Parking!</title><content type='html'>When I was around 17, I had a boyfriend who also was 18. We all knew that the parking lots of the neighborhood elementary school were very popular places for couples to mess around at night in their cars, since the parking lots were very dark and surrounded by trees and such.. So one night after me and my boyfriend went to the movies, we figured we would go to a nearby school to mess around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did this quite often so I was no big deal. I was sitting at the passenger seat and he leaned over on top of me. We took off all of our clothes and were about the have sex. Then suddenly in the darkness, we saw two headlights turning into the parking lot. At first we thought it was another couple who came here to do what we were doing, but we were still very scared since both of us were wearing nothing but each other. So we waited quietly still in position, for the car to leave. But instead of turning off the headlights and starting to do their own business, the car was driving toward us! So we raised our heads a little and took a peek...Oh shit it was the police!! The car stopped right behind us with the headlights shining right at us, we heard the sound of someone getting off the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in position, still naked, the cop stopped right outside of our window with a flashlight shining at my boyfriends ass. Since it was summer, we didn't have a blanket in the car, and both of us were too scared to reach back and grab our clothes. The only thing I could grab hold of was my shirt, which was obviously too small to cover anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrified, we both hid our faces, but the cop just wouldn't go away!! The cop just stood there watching quietly with his flashlight! After a minute or so, the cop finally spoke..."get your clothes back on and go home" he said, but still standing there with the flashlight on, watching us naked! After some 30 seconds the cop finally backed off towards his car and waited until we left. Needless to say we never did that again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-3380192524799498833?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3380192524799498833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-parking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3380192524799498833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3380192524799498833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-parking.html' title='No Parking!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-6370931394463802710</id><published>2009-07-12T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:26:08.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stun gun'/><title type='text'>Drunks with Stun Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/416415"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/416415" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/usercontent/2007/12/drunks-with-a-stungun-416415.html"&gt;Drunks with a stungun&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god clean your trailer if you going to post videos on the web. Seriously, who just flicks cigarette butts in their home? These dirt balls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-6370931394463802710?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6370931394463802710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/drunks-with-stun-gun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6370931394463802710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6370931394463802710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/drunks-with-stun-gun.html' title='Drunks with Stun Gun'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-7201104024712240814</id><published>2009-07-12T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:02:35.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can top that'/><title type='text'>Let's Get It On...</title><content type='html'>My ex boyfriend and I were at his house while his parents were out of town. We were down in his room and things got heated up pretty quick. I guess I was really into it due to the fact that I didn't have to be quiet. So I let him know I was enjoying the whole thing. Anyways after we were finished we got dressed and head up the stairs to meet up with some friends at a local hang out. We reached the landing to the back door leading out side when we heard his dad say "having fun?"  Yeah surprise parents came home early. I just turned bright red and did say anything shocked and embarrassed at the same time. His dad then said " I know you were I heard you". I felt so stupid that I would never get frisky at his house again, so we took it to the local elementary school when we felt the need to get it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-7201104024712240814?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7201104024712240814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-get-it-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7201104024712240814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7201104024712240814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-get-it-on.html' title='Let&apos;s Get It On...'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-716866803525868820</id><published>2009-07-11T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:26:34.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macarena'/><title type='text'>Macarena Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Slk0FVFcTDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mGN8jw5LmTE/s1600-h/macarena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Slk0FVFcTDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mGN8jw5LmTE/s320/macarena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357370497897876530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year I nearly drowned in a pool because my foot was caught at the bottom (How? I don't know) I was waving my arms around and stuff and my friends saw me and thought I was messing around and nothing was wrong and started video taping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got out they showed me the tape and in it the way I was waving my arms looked liked I was doing the Macarena! I felt like such an idiot. I have awesome friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-716866803525868820?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/716866803525868820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/macarena-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/716866803525868820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/716866803525868820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/macarena-anyone.html' title='Macarena Anyone?'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Slk0FVFcTDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mGN8jw5LmTE/s72-c/macarena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-1448833620644979034</id><published>2009-07-11T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:33:20.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>Don't Try This at Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/318865"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/318865" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/usercontent/2007/6/stupid-accident-of-two-girls-in-the-park-318865.html"&gt;stupid accident of two girls in the park&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, now was a stupid idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-1448833620644979034?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1448833620644979034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-try-this-at-home_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/1448833620644979034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/1448833620644979034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-try-this-at-home_11.html' title='Don&apos;t Try This at Home!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-6100382109990540727</id><published>2009-07-11T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:17:46.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry Call the Tooth Fairy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/ODE4MDY5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/ODE4MDY5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.break.com/818069#TellAFriendhttp://stats.break.com/invoke.txt"&gt;EMBED-How Not to Jump Into a Pool&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How embarrassing for him, I don't know what's worse looking like a complete jackass or missing half of your tooth. Both maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-6100382109990540727?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6100382109990540727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurry-call-thetooth-fairy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6100382109990540727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6100382109990540727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurry-call-thetooth-fairy.html' title='Hurry Call the Tooth Fairy!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-6865582035800421039</id><published>2009-07-09T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:33:42.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toga party'/><title type='text'>Toga Mishap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;My embarrassing moment happened when I was a junior in high school. I had to act out a skit during a schoolwide rally. I was a Roman person, wearing a very realistic toga, and I had to go out there with the student body president and vice president, when I noticed my black panty line was showing through my white sheet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I took them and my bra off and walked out into the gym. The noise in the gym immediatley stopped, and everyone was staring at me. Then I felt a breeze around my stomach and legs, so I looked down. I was standing there completely nude! I had forgotten to properly tie my toga in the back, so it fell off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-6865582035800421039?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6865582035800421039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-embarrassing-moment-happened-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6865582035800421039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6865582035800421039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-embarrassing-moment-happened-when-i.html' title='Toga Mishap!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-4557351638588537879</id><published>2009-07-09T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:34:08.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Then he just took my money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlZRYchKjAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UbcO52dIcEc/s1600-h/20dollars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlZRYchKjAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UbcO52dIcEc/s320/20dollars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356558287217789954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first real date was my senior year in high school (sad i know!) I took this girl that I had been friends with for a while and was really connecting with to a hibachi place. Dinner was fine, and it was very expensive, more than $60 if I remember correctly. After I offered to pay with a debit card, she pulled out a $20 and put it on the table. I proceeded to take it and put it in my wallet.   Seemed logical at the time, I payed for 2/3 of the meal,  I was a broke high school student what can I say? As soon as I put the $20 in my wallet, I realized how weird it was that I just sort of pocketed her money. The last five minutes of the date were very awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we leave, we both head to our cars, I got a text from my friend saying she was at the restaurant  and they were all almost done and wondering what I was up to. So I drove around for a minute looking for a new spot,  parked and walked in. Right as I came in I hear a loud  "Yeah, then he just took my money" from the girl I had just taken out. It was so awkward but luckily I'm at the point now where I can just laugh about it with her, but it was very embarrassing because they all saw me right after she said it, and there was no way to pretend I didn't hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-4557351638588537879?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4557351638588537879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-real-date-was-my-senior-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/4557351638588537879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/4557351638588537879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-real-date-was-my-senior-year.html' title='Then he just took my money!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlZRYchKjAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UbcO52dIcEc/s72-c/20dollars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-5786885902788536673</id><published>2009-07-09T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:53:15.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny's Lil Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlYuQwTekzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pSiZNLvydaU/s1600-h/date.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlYuQwTekzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pSiZNLvydaU/s320/date.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356519672183165746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first date was fun we walked around our town for hours, went to lunch then walked on the wood trails.  While we were eating a couple of my friends walked into the place we were eating at saying "look at Danny's Lil girlfriend" and asking "if I've mowed any lawn lately" I didn't really know what they were talking about but then the girl I was with start busting out laughing then I realized it was a perverted remark. When we walked the trails she started running so I chased after her and my asthma started to flare up so I couldn't breathe, I ended up having an asthma attach. It was pretty embarrassing, but now we are married with two kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-5786885902788536673?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5786885902788536673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/dannys-lil-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5786885902788536673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5786885902788536673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/dannys-lil-girlfriend.html' title='Danny&apos;s Lil Girlfriend'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlYuQwTekzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pSiZNLvydaU/s72-c/date.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-6249235561121795295</id><published>2009-07-08T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:35:21.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tranny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chirstmas'/><title type='text'>Boys Will Be Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlVha6sbF6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ib1L-Ll4YK4/s1600-h/tranny_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlVha6sbF6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ib1L-Ll4YK4/s320/tranny_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356294446887147426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I called an escort service for a date to my work Christmas party. She seemed pretty enough. As I enjoyed the party with my friends, one by one they started mentioning unusual things about her. Large adam apple, big veins. Well one of my friends girlfriend told me she saw my date in the women's bathroom. She was peeing in the toilet while standing up and pulling her pretty dress up. I quietly said goodnight to everyone and brought my date home. I guess you live and learn, saw my eye doctor, and bought a new pair of glasses. After all, I just asked for an attractive escort. I figured since I was a man, she would be a woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-6249235561121795295?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6249235561121795295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-called-escort-service-for-date-to-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6249235561121795295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6249235561121795295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-called-escort-service-for-date-to-my.html' title='Boys Will Be Girls'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlVha6sbF6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ib1L-Ll4YK4/s72-c/tranny_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-7808582341932224773</id><published>2009-07-08T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:35:45.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><title type='text'>Ice Cream Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlVe7u9poMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LnTGLBCieuU/s1600-h/scream-for-ice-cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlVe7u9poMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LnTGLBCieuU/s320/scream-for-ice-cream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356291712138977474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girlfriend and I were watching a movie at her house and we where holding hands, her parents where in there too.  They all got up for ice cream and i was like "be there in a bit".  I couldn't get up cause of the large bulge in my pants, but that wasn't the worse part. I think her dad knew so I made sure I stayed in the chair with my legs pinched together for the rest of the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-7808582341932224773?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7808582341932224773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-cream-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7808582341932224773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7808582341932224773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-cream-anyone.html' title='Ice Cream Anyone?'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlVe7u9poMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LnTGLBCieuU/s72-c/scream-for-ice-cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-2249970898523036926</id><published>2009-07-08T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:59:06.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Me!</title><content type='html'>I was on my second date with this beautiful girl and I heard that a new place opened up called "Tiffany's" in our city. I suggested that we drop by and check it out and she got all excited. I had no idea it was a expensive jewelry store. I took one look...and turned right around, I felt like such a jackass. We went for a walk instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-2249970898523036926?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2249970898523036926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupid-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/2249970898523036926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/2249970898523036926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupid-me.html' title='Stupid Me!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-1514474985987957499</id><published>2009-07-08T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:34:31.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheerleading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leg lift'/><title type='text'>Leg Lift Mishap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlUoS765moI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L58YfItVYgU/s1600-h/cheer-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 67px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlUoS765moI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L58YfItVYgU/s320/cheer-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356231637614566018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was in high school I was watching a cheer leading competition at home with my grandma and my sister. I had never been a cheer leader and was excited I could do some of the things they did, anyways one of the teams in the competition did a leg lift. I jumped up out of nowhere and said I can do that, so grab my foot and lift my leg over my head as I do this I let out the loudest fart ever! My grandma looked at me and said "I bet they don't do that" I was so embarrassed I fell to the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-1514474985987957499?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1514474985987957499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/leg-lift-mishap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/1514474985987957499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/1514474985987957499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/leg-lift-mishap.html' title='Leg Lift Mishap...'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlUoS765moI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L58YfItVYgU/s72-c/cheer-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-7021885358939498025</id><published>2009-07-08T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:36:25.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Take the Test!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlUUI4j8bVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-kicPjlx4dk/s1600-h/draft_lens3215542module20275442photo_1236807267pregtest3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlUUI4j8bVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-kicPjlx4dk/s320/draft_lens3215542module20275442photo_1236807267pregtest3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356209474681728338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boyfriend's family took me on their annual cruise last summer. We were hanging out in the room and he was searching through a family member's suitcase for a pen and found a pregnancy test. He told me to take the test since we were bored and of course, it came up negative, but after I took it we were messing around on the bed when his parents walked in on us. A few minutes later his little brother came out of the bathroom carrying the pregnancy test and said, "Darn! I wanted a little brother or sister!" His mom turned back to us with a look of pure anger. They never believed us when we tried to explain why I had taken the test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-7021885358939498025?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7021885358939498025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7021885358939498025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7021885358939498025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-test.html' title='Take the Test!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlUUI4j8bVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-kicPjlx4dk/s72-c/draft_lens3215542module20275442photo_1236807267pregtest3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-2877941360155039810</id><published>2009-07-08T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:37:12.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night clubs'/><title type='text'>Drunk Text  Messaging</title><content type='html'>I was out with my ex-boyfriend Dan when we got into an argument at a local nightclub. I sent him several nasty text messages, but unfortunately "Dan" is right after "Dad" in my phone directory. It wasn't until the next morning... that I realized that several of my nasty texts actually went to my Dad! I thought I was gonna die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-2877941360155039810?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2877941360155039810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/drunk-text-messaging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/2877941360155039810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/2877941360155039810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/drunk-text-messaging.html' title='Drunk Text  Messaging'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-3172575776953631574</id><published>2009-07-08T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:37:43.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farting'/><title type='text'>Important Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlUFjcuK3CI/AAAAAAAAADU/2wU-Q1jrLZo/s1600-h/farting-man.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlUFjcuK3CI/AAAAAAAAADU/2wU-Q1jrLZo/s320/farting-man.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356193438390475810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend at work "punk'd" me before a very important meeting with senior executives, by entering my office two minutes before the meeting, dropping several large smelly farts, then exiting telling me to "enjoy" the meeting. I was so embarrassed, how do you explain your office smelling like ass? I could have killed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-3172575776953631574?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3172575776953631574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/important-meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3172575776953631574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3172575776953631574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/important-meeting.html' title='Important Meeting'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlUFjcuK3CI/AAAAAAAAADU/2wU-Q1jrLZo/s72-c/farting-man.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-5609323716415638124</id><published>2009-07-08T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:03:57.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booga Shocka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/413538"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/413538" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" width="430" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/usercontent/2007/12/embarrassing-dance-413538.html"&gt;Embarrassing dance&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com"&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-5609323716415638124?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5609323716415638124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/booga-shocka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5609323716415638124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5609323716415638124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/booga-shocka.html' title='Booga Shocka!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-3839649646312155422</id><published>2009-07-07T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:38:12.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoking'/><title type='text'>Smoke Break</title><content type='html'>Not really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; but funny, today at work a co-worker and myself were sitting out side having a smoke break after a very busy afternoon. We were both sitting quietly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; on our phones when I happened to see something out of the corner of my eye and I screamed like a little bitch before I even knew what it was.  After I screamed  we realized it was a cute little chipmunk poor little thing probably had a mini heart attach. I think I scared it more than it scared me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-3839649646312155422?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3839649646312155422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/smoke-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3839649646312155422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3839649646312155422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/smoke-break.html' title='Smoke Break'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-3483959769586864377</id><published>2009-07-06T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:38:38.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tooth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chipped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow ball'/><title type='text'>Snowball Fight Gone Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlJe9WbdRZI/AAAAAAAAADM/gG0ZXTEmG8s/s1600-h/snowballs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlJe9WbdRZI/AAAAAAAAADM/gG0ZXTEmG8s/s320/snowballs2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355447314982716818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was in high school we were having a snowball fight (indoors) during gym class. One of my friends got me good right in the head so I leaned out the doors got some snow, went to run after her I hit a pole instead which stopped me in my tracks and chipping my front tooth. Thankfully the chip felt bigger than it was... No more snowball fights indoors, lesson learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-3483959769586864377?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3483959769586864377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-was-in-high-school-we-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3483959769586864377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3483959769586864377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-was-in-high-school-we-were.html' title='Snowball Fight Gone Bad'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlJe9WbdRZI/AAAAAAAAADM/gG0ZXTEmG8s/s72-c/snowballs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-5121728288740521302</id><published>2009-07-06T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:39:11.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Sing it Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/560132"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/560132" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="430" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/usercontent/2008/8/we-re-singing-but-jill-is-falling-560132.html"&gt;We're singing but Jill is falling&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always cracks me up watching videos like this. You always have that one person to top it off with a huge bang. The best part is during the whole video she is just sitting there, then she joins in on the singing and totally loses it. Watch closely she even bounces off the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-5121728288740521302?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5121728288740521302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/sing-it-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5121728288740521302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5121728288740521302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/sing-it-girl.html' title='Sing it Girl'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-7931447369042992801</id><published>2009-07-06T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:32:41.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't try this at home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dsom6aI_AGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dsom6aI_AGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-7931447369042992801?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7931447369042992801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-try-this-at-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7931447369042992801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7931447369042992801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-try-this-at-home.html' title='Don&apos;t try this at home...'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-5358626851230313946</id><published>2009-07-06T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:39:57.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera shy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shy'/><title type='text'>Camera Shy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlIefr6IjcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V1Ifps2EoP0/s1600-h/vaughan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlIefr6IjcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V1Ifps2EoP0/s320/vaughan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355376436608273858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A mother was taking a shower when her 2 year old son came into the bathroom and wrapped himself in toilet paper. Although he made a mess, he looked adorable, so she ran for her camera and took a few shots. They came out so well that she had copies made and included one with each of their Christmas cards. Days later, a relative called about the picture, laughing hysterically, and suggesting that she take a closer look. Puzzled, the mother stared at the photo and was shocked to discover that in addition to her son, she had captured her reflection in the mirror wearing nothing but a camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-5358626851230313946?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5358626851230313946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/camera-shy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5358626851230313946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5358626851230313946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/camera-shy.html' title='Camera Shy'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlIefr6IjcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V1Ifps2EoP0/s72-c/vaughan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-8783019706827085902</id><published>2009-07-06T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:41:05.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reddi wip'/><title type='text'>Who loves FooFoo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlIagPCGwkI/AAAAAAAAACk/yV4wl2XfTx8/s1600-h/reddiwip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlIagPCGwkI/AAAAAAAAACk/yV4wl2XfTx8/s320/reddiwip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355372047990440514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On night I decided I was going to surprise my husband and wear a whipped cream bikini. So, I relaxed in a nice warm tub, along with candles and music to get myself in the mood. He came home so I toweled off and got out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reddi&lt;/span&gt; Wip and started applying to new bikini. As I tried to walk sexy down the hall to the living room where he was the whipped cream started melting off my skin. We have two pit bulls and they eat everything including &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Reddi&lt;/span&gt; Wip.  So, here I am, strutting down the hall whipped cream melting off me in chunks and trailing me are dogs licking up every drop that falls like they just got the best treat ever! Not so sexy we laughed so hard we were in tears and didn't even have sex that night. We at least the dogs enjoyed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reddi&lt;/span&gt; wip bikini..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-8783019706827085902?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8783019706827085902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-loves-foofoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8783019706827085902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8783019706827085902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-loves-foofoo.html' title='Who loves FooFoo?'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlIagPCGwkI/AAAAAAAAACk/yV4wl2XfTx8/s72-c/reddiwip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-7646856679198320811</id><published>2009-07-06T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:41:39.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheerleading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Cheerlearders Don't Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlJBpt-rbGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r59xhN56QNY/s1600-h/c171fd0a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlJBpt-rbGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r59xhN56QNY/s320/c171fd0a.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355415091869871202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One night after a football game at my high school I tried to get to my locker to get my cheer leading bag, but the school had been blocked off by big metal gates. I decided to try and climb it and jump off since I had done it before with no problem. I needed my bag! Well, right as I was about to jump from the top of the gate, my cheer leading skirt got caught on two sharp metal spikes on top of the gate. I got hung up dangling from the top of the gate by my skirt with my spankies up my butt! Just then, my boyfriend and two male cheerleaders on my squad heard my screams and came to my rescue. When they got there they hurried to get my down they thought I was hurt, but after they realized I was okay they never stopped making fun of me. My whole butt was showing, it was hanging out for the whole world to see!!! I had to tell my coach to get a new skirt and I never heard the end of it. I still get made fun of "remember that one time" it's terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-7646856679198320811?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7646856679198320811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheerlearders-dont-climb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7646856679198320811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7646856679198320811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheerlearders-dont-climb.html' title='Cheerlearders Don&apos;t Climb'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlJBpt-rbGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r59xhN56QNY/s72-c/c171fd0a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-5111867880443691327</id><published>2009-07-05T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:42:22.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caboodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlFhXvP4LMI/AAAAAAAAACU/_89dl9743yU/s1600-h/caboodles.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlFhXvP4LMI/AAAAAAAAACU/_89dl9743yU/s320/caboodles.jpg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355168492368178370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One year for Christmas my mother thought it would be funny to buy me a caboodle box and stuff it with pads being that I haven't started my period yet. Though that wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; enough turning bright red as I open the caboodle box.  My brother and I were packing to go to our dads after opening gifts. My little brother thought it was so funny about the pads the he kept making fun of me, as we were walking out the door to leave with our dad he asked "aren't you gonna bring your Caboodle?" I said, " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; No I won't need it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to my surprise 3 days after Christmas I got a little unexpected gift, yup you know it I should have brought that damn box.  Anyways, as I stand in the bathroom freaking out because my step mom is at work and my younger step sister hasn't started hers either, what am I to do? I need something and fast!  You may have guessed it, I had to tell dad I couldn't just stand there bleeding. So I get up the courage to wake up my dad and tell him, what does he do? He wants to have the my little girl is becoming a women talk, HELLO I AM BLEEDING HERE!! I need pads not a talk, sorry dad. Finally and light turned on in my head that grandma is downstairs so I went down told her my problem. I got some from my grandma (thankfully she lived at the same house). Hey they were only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pantie&lt;/span&gt; liners but that held me over until my step mom came home. Needless to say I was embarrassed I had to tell dad, then my little brother found out and for about a two weeks straight ran around sing "Caboodle Caboodle" I wanted to just kill him. Merry Christmas to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-5111867880443691327?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5111867880443691327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-year-for-christmas-my-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5111867880443691327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5111867880443691327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-year-for-christmas-my-mother.html' title='Unexpected Christmas Gift'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlFhXvP4LMI/AAAAAAAAACU/_89dl9743yU/s72-c/caboodles.jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-5627221804023158694</id><published>2009-07-05T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:43:03.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Blue Eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlFGgUht3GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pvOZT89CsBo/s1600-h/ist2_148003-blue-eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlFGgUht3GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pvOZT89CsBo/s320/ist2_148003-blue-eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355138953000115298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One weekend last month a few of my friends and I went to a local Irish Pub for a few drinks. Our waitress is drop dead gorgeous with the most beautiful blue eyes. So of course I was hitting on her all night, I love pretty women what can I say? So I tell her that she has the most gorgeous eyes I ever seen in my life. A few days later was told her left eye was fake beyond my amazement it was a glass eye. I guess I had one too many that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-5627221804023158694?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5627221804023158694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautiful-blue-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5627221804023158694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/5627221804023158694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautiful-blue-eyes.html' title='Beautiful Blue Eyes.'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlFGgUht3GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pvOZT89CsBo/s72-c/ist2_148003-blue-eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-113125360284514966</id><published>2009-07-05T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:43:37.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Baseball Horror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlE2W1qDhNI/AAAAAAAAABs/ghrgw5VIDoM/s1600-h/1884.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlE2W1qDhNI/AAAAAAAAABs/ghrgw5VIDoM/s320/1884.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355121197908722898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was a freshmen I was very active, competitive and during PE I always played on the boys side of the gym, so I could play baseball and things like that. Well during class one day we were playing baseball and I was up to bat. Now remember this is a guys gym class so I am one of the few girls playing. Anyways while up to bat one of my "friends" got brave, she ran up to me as I am in my bat stance and ankles me.. Yeah! she pulled my pants down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not even the worst part, I was wearing a thong so my butt was out there for everyone to see, plus the gym teacher was a big perv and acted like he didn't see anything even though he was the one pitching.... I was so humiliated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-113125360284514966?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/113125360284514966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/baseball-horror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/113125360284514966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/113125360284514966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/baseball-horror.html' title='Baseball Horror'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlE2W1qDhNI/AAAAAAAAABs/ghrgw5VIDoM/s72-c/1884.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-8301304394830374819</id><published>2009-06-12T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:37:24.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Drinking Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlFVV07yuVI/AAAAAAAAACM/1_PBe5Ug2xU/s1600-h/tampon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlFVV07yuVI/AAAAAAAAACM/1_PBe5Ug2xU/s320/tampon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355155265395276114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Years ago, before I was married, I was pretty promiscuous and a huge partier. I went to this &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1244848683_0"&gt;house party&lt;/span&gt; and ended up sleeping with the host. I went back a few more times over the course of 2 months and did the same thing. Well, on one of these "occasions" I was on my period, but was so drunk I completely forgot! When I woke up in the morning, I woke up naked and suddenly remembered that I was on my period and I just slept with this guy! I sat there trying to remember if I took out my tampon or not or where I put it, but I was blank! I quietly looked around the room: under the bed, on the night stand, under our clothes....NOTHING! In relief I figured I was sober enough to remember and took the tampon out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two days later I had horrible &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1244848683_1"&gt;stomach pains&lt;/span&gt; when I peed and I realized I had to pee every five minutes or so. Something was wrong....OMG....did I get an STD?? I made a Doctor appointment right away and they did a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1244848683_2"&gt;pap smear&lt;/span&gt;. To my horror they found a little white string shoved way up behind my uterus. I was so smashed we had sex and he shoved the tampon way inside me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the Doctor and simply said: "I AM NEVER DRINKING AGAIN!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-8301304394830374819?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8301304394830374819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-drinking-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8301304394830374819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/8301304394830374819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-drinking-again.html' title='Never Drinking Again!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlFVV07yuVI/AAAAAAAAACM/1_PBe5Ug2xU/s72-c/tampon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-1542403238970572512</id><published>2009-05-28T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:27:50.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sh8LcpwRrhI/AAAAAAAAABU/jXBBuvlcxqo/s1600-h/wienerdog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sh8LcpwRrhI/AAAAAAAAABU/jXBBuvlcxqo/s320/wienerdog.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341000269957279250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When I was a sophomore in high school, I dated this guy and things got pretty serious. We dated for a while and my parents wanted to meet him, so we invited him over for dinner. While we were eating my parents stupid &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243548262_0"&gt;wiener dog&lt;/span&gt; got into the bathroom trash and dragged something out into the dining room. When I looked down I was mortified to find my used tampon ripped up all over the floor! I think everyone lost their appetite and I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-1542403238970572512?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1542403238970572512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-was-sophomore-in-high-school-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/1542403238970572512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/1542403238970572512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-was-sophomore-in-high-school-i.html' title='On the Hunt'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/Sh8LcpwRrhI/AAAAAAAAABU/jXBBuvlcxqo/s72-c/wienerdog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-2856804178056255548</id><published>2009-05-24T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:28:08.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Fear the Sock is Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShmpHBvpamI/AAAAAAAAABM/5cHCg75prJ0/s1600-h/toiletpaper_carton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShmpHBvpamI/AAAAAAAAABM/5cHCg75prJ0/s320/toiletpaper_carton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339484771416894050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back when I was about 16 one of the things my friends and I did on a regular basis was go to the local Taco Bell to hang out and have a bite to eat. Well, on this particular day nature reared its ugly head -- as it so often does at the most inopportune times -- and I had to squeeze a loaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you've ever done your business in a public bathroom you know how nasty they can be, but considering I had a groundhog poking through my pants I had to go -- and right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down and did my business, but it wasn't until I needed to smooth things out that I noticed some comedian thought it would be funny to piss all over the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243195294_0"&gt;toilet paper&lt;/span&gt;. No wipey with that. I looked around an of course there wasn't another roll to be seen, and there was no way I was going to walk around with butt paste between my cheeks. Hey, we're talking about a Taco Bell bomb here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do? I had to get it done, but there wasn't even &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243195294_1"&gt;paper towel&lt;/span&gt; in the holder, so that was out as well. As I looked around the room, wondering just how the hell I was going to get out of this situation without yelling for help, my eyes fell upon my socks. Soft, absorbent; works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wiped my ass with my sock. I had to! There was no other way. It was either that or walk home bow-legged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now top that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-2856804178056255548?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2856804178056255548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-fear-sock-is-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/2856804178056255548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/2856804178056255548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-fear-sock-is-near.html' title='Never Fear the Sock is Near'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShmpHBvpamI/AAAAAAAAABM/5cHCg75prJ0/s72-c/toiletpaper_carton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-1665333621990562463</id><published>2009-05-23T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:28:25.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurants'/><title type='text'>Hey There Mr. Waiter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShhezgVPDTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SSgcdfmbC_8/s1600-h/waiter-in-crete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShhezgVPDTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SSgcdfmbC_8/s320/waiter-in-crete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339121597193063730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was about 15yrs old my parents took us out to eat at this really nice restaurant and we had this really cute waiter. The waiter comes over and gets our drink orders while smiling and looking all good. Embarrassing enough I'm with my folks and a little brother who has no manners at all. So we give him our food order, while waiting for it to be ready my eyes have been following him the whole time, not listening to any of the table talk. The food is ready and he brings it over and starts handing it out. Mind you I am at the back of table so he has to lean over to hand it to me, and what do I do? I lean towards him as well dipping my chest into my drink and spilling all over. I felt so stupid and he looked at me with a huge grin. What a klutz I am... My shirt and jeans covered in coke! I never returned to that restaurant again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-1665333621990562463?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1665333621990562463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-was-about-15yrs-old-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/1665333621990562463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/1665333621990562463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-was-about-15yrs-old-my-parents.html' title='Hey There Mr. Waiter'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShhezgVPDTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SSgcdfmbC_8/s72-c/waiter-in-crete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-4980698547871982337</id><published>2009-05-22T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:06:30.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoking'/><title type='text'>Fat Like You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My roommate and myself both smoke cigarettes. We do not smoke in my house however. So one evening we were both outside having a cigarette. My daughter came to the door and said "&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243040133_1"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt; can I come outside?" I said "no its a little chilly, we will be back in there in a minute" My roommate then said "You don't want to get sick" My daughter then looks at her, stares at her for a couple of minutes, and says "Lisa, when I get fat like you I can go outside and smoke cigarettes too?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-4980698547871982337?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4980698547871982337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-roommate-and-myself-both-smoke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/4980698547871982337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/4980698547871982337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-roommate-and-myself-both-smoke.html' title='Fat Like You'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-7169969881062975616</id><published>2009-05-22T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:16:16.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boggers'/><title type='text'>Bad Table Manners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShdKbXtTx8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xXmPPnPw-Bw/s1600-h/booger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShdKbXtTx8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xXmPPnPw-Bw/s320/booger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338817717351991234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom is a religious woman who attends Sunday services at her church every week. She most times takes my 4 year old daughter with her while I work. One Sunday my mom and my daughter attended church like usual while there a friend of my moms offered to take my mom and daughter to breakfast after the services. This woman is middle aged and very sophisticated, she is quite wealthy. Well at breakfast my daughter was a little loud and obnoxious but nothing outside the ordinary. Then out of nowhere she stuck her finger in her nose saying "Nanny I got a boogie I got a boogie" She pulled a booger out of her nose that was so big it covered the tip of her finger. Not that that wasn't embarrassing enough for my mom...but I have taught my daughter to be outspoken and to say how she feels. So as far as any normal &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243040133_0"&gt;bodily functions&lt;/span&gt; etc she doesn't see that as wrong...so she took that finger with her boogie on it and stuck it in this woman's face and said "EAT IT!!!!!" Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-7169969881062975616?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7169969881062975616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mom-is-religious-woman-who-attends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7169969881062975616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/7169969881062975616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mom-is-religious-woman-who-attends.html' title='Bad Table Manners'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShdKbXtTx8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xXmPPnPw-Bw/s72-c/booger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-4220805872515936331</id><published>2009-05-22T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:28:54.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Big Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShdJj9Dx88I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yw3D_-MPzko/s1600-h/ist2_1880391-diner-waitress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShdJj9Dx88I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yw3D_-MPzko/s320/ist2_1880391-diner-waitress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338816765305680834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom sister my 3 year old and myself went out to dinner at a local restraunt one night as a family. We all sat down and got our drinks. Just then the waitress who happened to be a taller big boned lady, not fat just husky walks to our table and asks if we are ready to order. My daughter turned to her and said "Hi big lady!" What can you say to that??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-4220805872515936331?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4220805872515936331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mom-sister-my-3-year-old-and-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/4220805872515936331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/4220805872515936331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mom-sister-my-3-year-old-and-myself.html' title='Hi Big Lady'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShdJj9Dx88I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yw3D_-MPzko/s72-c/ist2_1880391-diner-waitress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-3571152975812387567</id><published>2009-05-22T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:29:14.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><title type='text'>Potty Training NO NO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShdJBZmdr1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/RZIj8S3uVEM/s1600-h/potty-training.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShdJBZmdr1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/RZIj8S3uVEM/s320/potty-training.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338816171671924562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took my newly potty trained daughter to the public bathroom at Wal-Mart because she had to go "potty". Once in the bathroom she got into the stall and as she was starting to pull her pants down proceeded to yell out loud "I gotta go poop really bad!" I heard a few people snicker...ok a little embarrassing. She gets up on the toilet and scrunches up her face and starts to grunt, loudly....again heard a few snickers. Then she said "wow thats a really big turd mommy it hurts really bad and keeps grunting" By this time everyone in the bathroom is laughing and I meanwhile, am mortified. Needless to say we sat in the stall until everyone else left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-3571152975812387567?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3571152975812387567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-took-my-newly-potty-trained-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3571152975812387567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3571152975812387567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-took-my-newly-potty-trained-daughter.html' title='Potty Training NO NO!!'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShdJBZmdr1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/RZIj8S3uVEM/s72-c/potty-training.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-2749745315401764869</id><published>2009-05-22T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:09:32.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things Little Boy's Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came home from work one day and my little brother had his friend over, I could hear them laughing from my bedroom when I opened the door to my room I found my brothers friend dressed in my underwear. I was not embarrassed for myself at all I was more embarrassed for him. Gee I wonder if he is now a cross dresser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-2749745315401764869?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2749745315401764869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-came-home-from-work-one-day-and-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/2749745315401764869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/2749745315401764869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-came-home-from-work-one-day-and-my.html' title='The Things Little Boy&apos;s Do'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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-6775676854859170538.post-3590669490824549527</id><published>2009-05-22T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:10:31.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='splits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kart wheel'/><title type='text'>I Can Do the Splits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShdApznl04I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U_ZWcPo_nXg/s1600-h/girlsplits.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShdApznl04I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U_ZWcPo_nXg/s320/girlsplits.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338806970246091650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was about 14yrs old I was at a family friends house and all of us kids went to a neighborhood pool where I ran into some boys.  I forgot I was on my period being that I never really wore tampons. We decided to leave the pool after swimming for hours, while walking home I started to show off doing kart-wheels and splits. So I did a kart-wheel and landed in the splits and I had bled through my tampon and my jean short were covered in blood. The boys pointed it out I was so embarrassed I ran all the way home crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-3590669490824549527?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3590669490824549527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-was-about-14yrs-old-i-was-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3590669490824549527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/3590669490824549527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-was-about-14yrs-old-i-was-at.html' title='I Can Do the Splits'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/ShdApznl04I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U_ZWcPo_nXg/s72-c/girlsplits.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775676854859170538.post-6264356970585700374</id><published>2009-05-22T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:31:58.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night clubs'/><title type='text'>It's the Girl in the Hawaiian Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlJDCav9P2I/AAAAAAAAADE/a_S1QYBgfXM/s1600-h/people-falling-down1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlJDCav9P2I/AAAAAAAAADE/a_S1QYBgfXM/s320/people-falling-down1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355416615716208482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend and I went to this really popular night club downtown.  Once we arrived we paid the $10.00 cover charge and headed straight for the rest room after the long drive. Since we have never been there before we started looking for the restroom upstairs, after getting all the way up the stairs just fine we realized the restroom was down stairs on the first floor. The  stairs were so steep and my friend ( we will call her Jill) was afraid of falling, we both had huge chunky heals on and Hawaiian dresses. I told Jill it will be just fine and to follow me!  So we started down the stairs and my heal caught the back of the step and there I went sliding down the stairs in the "splits position". Once I caught myself and got up I noticed like four guys at the end of the stairs with drink in hand mouth wide open just staring at me ( well my butt anyways) remember I was wearing a dress and under that a nice little pink thong. Jill was laughing so hard that pee started to trickle down her leg. My leg was all cut from the fall I was so humiliated, I told Jill " I don't care if we just paid $10.00 to get in here or not we are leaving!" I was not going to be known for the girl who biffed it down the stair all night.  So we left and headed to Canada, at least there no one would could say " Look it's the girl in the Hawaiian dress who showed everyone her undies". We ended up having a blast in Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775676854859170538-6264356970585700374?l=icantopthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6264356970585700374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-on-time-friend-and-i-went-to-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6264356970585700374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775676854859170538/posts/default/6264356970585700374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantopthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-on-time-friend-and-i-went-to-this.html' title='It&apos;s the Girl in the Hawaiian Dress'/><author><name>icantopthat7@yahoo.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065022061445608744</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cqLFNIur_Jk/SlJDCav9P2I/AAAAAAAAADE/a_S1QYBgfXM/s72-c/people-falling-down1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
