<?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-969672250791056015</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:50:38.076-04:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='W magazine'/><category term='failblog'/><category term='SNL'/><category term='snuggie'/><category term='weezer'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Hair...'/><category term='Cheeto'/><category term='Horror'/><category term='tyra banks'/><category term='break-ups'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='topshop'/><category term='butt'/><category term='look alikes'/><category term='wtf?'/><category term='make-up'/><category term='fug'/><category term='dexter'/><category term='marc jacobs'/><category term='Forest Gump'/><category term='britney'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='british television'/><category term='spaced'/><category term='gross'/><category term='ghostbusters'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Sassy Molassy</title><subtitle type='html'>thoughts on anything and everything
part katie part christie but we aren't going to tell you which</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-3678627627148188665</id><published>2009-05-21T01:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:29:54.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weezer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snuggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf?'/><title type='text'>Undone - The Sweater Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Such a Pity, Rivers... Say It Ain't So! Only In Dreams would I imagine this was the Perfect Situation for you - The Greatest Man That Ever Lived.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/ShTlQBzLbRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gy0Umr7gVog/s320/87445871-thumb-420x496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338143521864641810" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe when We Were All on Drugs, this may have been something No Other One could wear. Maybe you ate way too many Pork and Beans, and couldn't find any pants that fit. Tell me I'm Dreamin'! Are you that Tired of Sex, that you feel the need to swaddle yourself in leopard print designed to keep you warm (perhaps on Holiday, or In The Garage). You do kind of look like a Butterfly. But please, please Getchoo some real clothes. Otherwise, Why Bother? Keep Fishin' - the fact that you are wearing a Snuggie in public is really taking your pop culture reference obsession to a new and disturbing level. Almost as bad as me writing this entire blog post in nothing but Weezer song titles, but not quite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. Thanks to the &lt;a href="http://www.gofugyourself.com"&gt;Fug Girl&lt;/a&gt;s for the awesome picture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-3678627627148188665?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3678627627148188665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=3678627627148188665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/3678627627148188665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/3678627627148188665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2009/05/undone-sweater-song.html' title='Undone - The Sweater Song'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/ShTlQBzLbRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gy0Umr7gVog/s72-c/87445871-thumb-420x496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-4511878555833885964</id><published>2009-04-30T11:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:39:19.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>This might be excessive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm always talking about how I'd like to make some comfy crotch pants. Especially jeans. Why jean makers decided you need a huge fabric seam right all up in your junk? It is not comfortable. Its just not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I stumbled across these on &lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/04/24/design-fail-2/"&gt;failblog.org &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/SfnC2RvmMQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/d_0z1WBTQ1U/s320/fail-owned-jeans-fail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330505871701455106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think they went a bit overboard on these comfy crotch pants. You could smuggle a lot in that pouch. Maybe they are specially made diaper pants, so you have extra room for your "Oops  I Crapped My Pants" ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/blwBvrFQy-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/blwBvrFQy-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. I would like to put a hit out on these pants, only I don't know where this picture originated from. Where in the world wide web do they sell these uglies?! If you can find out... I'll think of some sort of reward.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-4511878555833885964?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4511878555833885964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=4511878555833885964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/4511878555833885964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/4511878555833885964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-might-be-excessive.html' title='This might be excessive'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/SfnC2RvmMQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/d_0z1WBTQ1U/s72-c/fail-owned-jeans-fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-557280413313968583</id><published>2008-04-10T14:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:09.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topshop'/><title type='text'>For your viewing pleasure ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5XfmtrKWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2Ak_-I0mlNs/s1600-h/12Y04QPCH_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5XfmtrKWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2Ak_-I0mlNs/s200/12Y04QPCH_normal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187680021257070946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretfully, these are no longer available at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt;. You can however dream about all the wonderful things you could fit in those cinched pockets. Candy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dolla&lt;/span&gt; bills, kittens, tots, some of those magician scarf pull things. Or maybe you should leave them empty so when people ask you what they are for, you can let them see that they hold nothing and no, your hips haven't sprouted giant tumors .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-557280413313968583?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/557280413313968583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=557280413313968583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/557280413313968583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/557280413313968583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='For your viewing pleasure ...'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5XfmtrKWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2Ak_-I0mlNs/s72-c/12Y04QPCH_normal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-8571028358301578477</id><published>2008-04-10T12:51:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:10.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marc jacobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Harem is another word for Hammer</title><content type='html'>We have been suffering from the Gaucho pant trend for a  while now.  But we saw many a sorostitute roaming campus in the ill fitting, ass hugging, jersey monstrosities. Sure they are comfy. I get it. But why not choose a skirt? More ventilation, more movement, same level of comfort.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5JaWtrKOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Tm0mLgF_EBk/s1600-h/fash060714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5JaWtrKOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Tm0mLgF_EBk/s400/fash060714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187664537899968738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just when I thought that the madness was over ... I spotted some Harem pants in the Marc Jacobs Ready to Wear Spring 2007 collection. There are several different designs of harem pants making there debut, that's right multiple harem pants. Feel free to peruse the variety of harem pants in the collection &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/collections/S2007RTW/complete/thumb/MJACOBS"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  But here are some of the stand outs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5P1WtrKTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ziJUFlFB6S8/s1600-h/00030m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5P1WtrKTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ziJUFlFB6S8/s320/00030m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187671598826203442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5PcmtrKRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/blyiX7V71sE/s1600-h/00220m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5PcmtrKRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/blyiX7V71sE/s320/00220m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187671173624441106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5PoWtrKSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7lsVcVzZmOg/s1600-h/00290m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5PoWtrKSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7lsVcVzZmOg/s320/00290m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187671375487904034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I just chalked it up to Marc being Marc. I didn't expect people to be running out and buying all the Marc Jacobs harem pants. As far as pants go I figured most people wanted something a bit more flattering. Something that didn't eat your legs and make even the skinniest model look fat while wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ... oh the horror ... Topshop has really gone and done it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5QsmtrKUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iMAnt_5MVLg/s1600-h/16X11SLGY_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5QsmtrKUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iMAnt_5MVLg/s400/16X11SLGY_normal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187672548013975874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5QsmtrKUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iMAnt_5MVLg/s1600-h/16X11SLGY_normal.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The page is titled "&lt;a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/StaticPageDisplay?storeId=12556&amp;amp;catalogId=19551&amp;amp;identifier=ts1%20cant%20touch%20this"&gt;Can't Touch This&lt;/a&gt;". That's right people, they have proclaimed what we have known all along . Harem pants are really Hammer pants in disguise. Top Shop wants you to believe and I quote "Hareem trousers  are  the essential wardrobe staple this season".  I'm guessing  they mean wardrobe staple as in "your go-to easy bathroom access or extra diaper room pants".    Every woman needs a pair of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5S4WtrKVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yrncMXy4NT8/s1600-h/MCHammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5S4WtrKVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yrncMXy4NT8/s200/MCHammer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187674948900694354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Too Legit to Quit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-8571028358301578477?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8571028358301578477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=8571028358301578477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/8571028358301578477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/8571028358301578477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2008/04/harem-is-another-word-for-hammer.html' title='Harem is another word for Hammer'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/R_5JaWtrKOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Tm0mLgF_EBk/s72-c/fash060714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-2082115237455124824</id><published>2008-03-24T14:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:11.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheeto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='look alikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forest Gump'/><title type='text'>Cheesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R-gGm-lJkSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/X9jiIRWuE5w/s1600-h/cheesusbritney1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R-gGm-lJkSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/X9jiIRWuE5w/s400/cheesusbritney1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181398637993365794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keeping the Jesus theme going, a youth minister in Houston thinks he found them image of Christ in a Cheeto. (insert Britney joke here) Witty youth groupers have named it Cheesus. It looks like a poodle or a lion. But I don't see Jesus. I see some dirt under one of the person's nail. Gross. You can watch video of the Cheeto and its proud owner &lt;a href="http://www.ketv.com/video/15674652/index.html?source=CNN"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is one of those Magic eye posters that were big in the 90's and you have to sort of blur your vision and squint to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, is it like Jesus sitting sideways and he has one really short leg? I think it is more likely Lt. Dan from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forest Gump&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R-gHd-lJkTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2wc8iPSDy7w/s1600-h/forrest_gump_lt_dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R-gHd-lJkTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2wc8iPSDy7w/s400/forrest_gump_lt_dan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181399582886170930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think it looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source: Dlisted.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-2082115237455124824?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2082115237455124824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=2082115237455124824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/2082115237455124824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/2082115237455124824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2008/03/cheesus.html' title='Cheesus'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/R-gGm-lJkSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/X9jiIRWuE5w/s72-c/cheesusbritney1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-823735390261905150</id><published>2008-03-24T14:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:12.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>like jesus from the tomb</title><content type='html'>this blog has been resurrected !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R-f5bulJkRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BSLLoymQLfI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/R-f5bulJkRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BSLLoymQLfI/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181384151068676370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a little winter hiatus we are back ...&lt;br /&gt;more posts to follow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-823735390261905150?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/823735390261905150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=823735390261905150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/823735390261905150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/823735390261905150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2008/03/like-jesus-from-tomb.html' title='like jesus from the tomb'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/R-f5bulJkRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BSLLoymQLfI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-2439362068901943398</id><published>2007-11-09T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:12.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>body guard or boob guard ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RzS2BL7o6WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TC8jiCFxiuE/s1600-h/wenn5051481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RzS2BL7o6WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TC8jiCFxiuE/s400/wenn5051481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130926006980897122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forget about the tights, they don't bother me. What bothers me about this picture is how it looks a lot like LiLo's bodyguard is trying to grab a big handful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;image thanks to WENN&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/969672250791056015-2439362068901943398?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2439362068901943398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=2439362068901943398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/2439362068901943398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/2439362068901943398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/body-guard-or-boob-guard.html' title='body guard or boob guard ?'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/RzS2BL7o6WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TC8jiCFxiuE/s72-c/wenn5051481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-6652730181445091750</id><published>2007-11-09T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:12.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Tai, that outfit is so like 12 years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RzSyDr7o6VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iP9LhjOg9Tw/s1600-h/19726_bmuprhy3_122_1147lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RzSyDr7o6VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iP9LhjOg9Tw/s400/19726_bmuprhy3_122_1147lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130921651884058962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, where did Cher and Dionne go wrong? Did they not keep you updated on fashion trends past circa 1995? Did they not tell you that yes even though the 80's can be hip thou shalt not wear over the knee platform stripper boots with your rock tee and leather jacket. And this may sound way harsh but you look way fug. Do you prefer "fashion victim" or ensembly challenged"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-6652730181445091750?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6652730181445091750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=6652730181445091750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/6652730181445091750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/6652730181445091750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-tai-that-outfit-is-so-like-12-years.html' title='Oh Tai, that outfit is so like 12 years ago'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/RzSyDr7o6VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iP9LhjOg9Tw/s72-c/19726_bmuprhy3_122_1147lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-1117476350356057921</id><published>2007-11-09T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:41:02.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tyra banks'/><title type='text'>Tyra Banks show - vulva puppet NSFW</title><content type='html'>Lucky for me I had Monday off and got to catch a very special episode of the Tyra Show entitled "What's Up With Down There". You got it people, a whole hour of Tyra taking about lady bits. Just what you have always wanted. Do not watch this video if talking about anatomy freaks you out but if you happen to be in the  87%  or so of women who could not correctly label your labia, the Vagina/Vulva puppet is just the kind of learning tool that will scar you for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c39sirXOad4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c39sirXOad4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/969672250791056015-1117476350356057921?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1117476350356057921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=1117476350356057921&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/1117476350356057921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/1117476350356057921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/tyra-banks-show-vulva-puppet-nsfw.html' title='Tyra Banks show - vulva puppet NSFW'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-8532514023434762427</id><published>2007-11-09T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:12.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='look alikes'/><title type='text'>ok people ...</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since our last post ... I admit&lt;br /&gt;so now back from vacation, I give you this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RzSm377o6UI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oBiPcaSCL4w/s1600-h/1108_ricci_inf_getty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RzSm377o6UI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oBiPcaSCL4w/s400/1108_ricci_inf_getty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130909355392690498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks TMZ.com for the first good chuckle I've had all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-8532514023434762427?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8532514023434762427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=8532514023434762427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/8532514023434762427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/8532514023434762427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-people.html' title='ok people ...'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/RzSm377o6UI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oBiPcaSCL4w/s72-c/1108_ricci_inf_getty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-2825664995537488612</id><published>2007-09-28T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:13.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dexter'/><title type='text'>a little goes a long way</title><content type='html'>I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dexter&lt;/span&gt;. It is one of my new favorite shows. There is one small thing that distracts me though. Sometimes Dexter (played by Michael C. Hall) has blue, white, pale lips. I'm not sure what to call this phenomenon. Maybe it is the make-up department's fault. Perhaps he just has really bad circulation in his mouth?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv1_iUnjgoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AINEOzUt54w/s1600-h/d127001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv1_iUnjgoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AINEOzUt54w/s400/d127001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115384979389645442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it really reminds me of a time in middle school when I got the wrong kind of Burt's Bees. I got the lifeguard kind, with sunscreen.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv1j-knjgmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ffprhe6gIyI/s1600-h/11IWfleQfvL._AA160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv1j-knjgmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ffprhe6gIyI/s400/11IWfleQfvL._AA160_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115354678395372130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't realize that when you slathered it on it would turn your lips white. People laughed, I was embarrassed and then I threw it away because  scary clown wasn't really the look I was going for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is what Dexter is going for. He does live in Miami. I'm all for taking care of your skin, but just a dab will do ya.  So lay off it for a while so I can stop focusing on your lips and start focusing on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pictures from TV.com and Amazon.com&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/969672250791056015-2825664995537488612?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2825664995537488612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=2825664995537488612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/2825664995537488612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/2825664995537488612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-goes-long-way.html' title='a little goes a long way'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv1_iUnjgoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AINEOzUt54w/s72-c/d127001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-1749249347173742041</id><published>2007-09-28T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:14.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>The Man Whose Arms Exploded</title><content type='html'>Carrot Top ... whoa... I mean holy kitchen cabinets Batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Simmer Down Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv1OOUnjggI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Mlr8pWABSFg/s1600-h/ctop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv1OOUnjggI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Mlr8pWABSFg/s400/ctop2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115330759722500610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If Carrot Top doesn't take it easy, he could wind up like another infamous steroid abuser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv1O20njghI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KNZ6vPlmE_U/s1600-h/211greg-comedycentral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv1O20njghI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KNZ6vPlmE_U/s400/211greg-comedycentral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115331455507202578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greg Valentino - the man whose arms exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Carrot Top your face is whacked.  You should lay off the eyeliner and brow shadow as well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv1Qf0njgjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7V_Hvdz8-x4/s1600-h/ctop2pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv1Qf0njgjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7V_Hvdz8-x4/s400/ctop2pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115333259393466930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S   Forget why your nails are painted black. I just want to know why in the heck you have your name written on the pocket of your pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist.  Just one more:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv14TUnjgnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Jstin7SARH0/s1600-h/GregValentino_man_whose_arms_exploded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv14TUnjgnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Jstin7SARH0/s400/GregValentino_man_whose_arms_exploded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115377025110213234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-1749249347173742041?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1749249347173742041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=1749249347173742041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/1749249347173742041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/1749249347173742041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/man-whose-arms-exploded.html' title='The Man Whose Arms Exploded'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv1OOUnjggI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Mlr8pWABSFg/s72-c/ctop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-878586768670556515</id><published>2007-09-28T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:14.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair...'/><title type='text'>Britney should take notes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv03vEnjgfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5VkNSboYfWM/s1600-h/14880213sassymolassy839282007105320AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv03vEnjgfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5VkNSboYfWM/s400/14880213sassymolassy839282007105320AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115306033595777522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evidently  Rumer Willis recently had to be deloused!   But, luckily her peach fuzz-esque hair seems to be growing in quite well. And it came back blonde!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted to be fair haired I'm sure. You should be happy that you didn't loose your eyebrows. However, maybe you should think about having them lightened. That way it will not look like dark bristly flesh-eating caterpillars  are attacking your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad you chose to forgo the Britney extensions BTW.  It probably saved you... ten dollars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-878586768670556515?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/878586768670556515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=878586768670556515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/878586768670556515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/878586768670556515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/britney-should-take-notes.html' title='Britney should take notes.'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv03vEnjgfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5VkNSboYfWM/s72-c/14880213sassymolassy839282007105320AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-7743740952764273510</id><published>2007-09-27T17:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:15.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='look alikes'/><title type='text'>On earth people will pay to hear you scream</title><content type='html'>After  the Vigo  post last week  I was inspired  to create a look alike  of my own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rvwnj0njgdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wIAm3mWWgak/s1600-h/alienstuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rvwnj0njgdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wIAm3mWWgak/s400/alienstuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115006773159494098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse - singer songwriter or Alien - just one can kill seven. Everyone has been wondering why in the world Amy wears her hair like she does. Seriously, is it really that hard to imagine that Amy's hair is supported by a skull like this one:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv0fn0njgeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LoIAp6nrrJQ/s1600-h/alienskull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rv0fn0njgeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LoIAp6nrrJQ/s400/alienskull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115279520762659298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mostly she comes out night. Mostly she does.  I remember them teaching us about this in D.A.R.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvwnXEnjgbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cbu5pXxy9Qc/s1600-h/alienattack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvwnXEnjgbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cbu5pXxy9Qc/s400/alienattack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115006554116161970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Ripley, in space no one can hear you scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks PerezHilton.com for the pictures &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/969672250791056015-7743740952764273510?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7743740952764273510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=7743740952764273510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/7743740952764273510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/7743740952764273510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-earth-everyone-can-hear-you-scream.html' title='On earth people will pay to hear you scream'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rvwnj0njgdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wIAm3mWWgak/s72-c/alienstuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-8293931285043641454</id><published>2007-09-21T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:15.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>You want to smell like what?????</title><content type='html'>So a week or so ago I spotted this ad from Tom Ford's new perfume campaign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvQxLknjgZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4K7pfDW5F6w/s1600-h/tomfordfragrancead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvQxLknjgZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4K7pfDW5F6w/s400/tomfordfragrancead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112765551850258834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoa! I said. That is risque. It's just amazing what we can get away with in advertising these days.  It is a cologne for men. But apart from being "eye catching" (and that could be a good marketing ploy) I started thinking what this told me about the fragrance. Does it smell like sweaty/oily/glistening crotch? What are they trying to say about this product? Can it be used as a pleasure device in a pinch? And that bikini wax and photo shoot must have been a pain in the a$$ (pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I saw this product on TMZ yesterday and the what does it smell like got a little clearer&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvSjOEnjgaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NiIk7cnLpRY/s1600-h/0920_vulva_perfume_wenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvSjOEnjgaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NiIk7cnLpRY/s400/0920_vulva_perfume_wenn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112890939125498274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people must really want to smell like vag... that seems a bit odd. And what does it really smell like I wonder? And how did they capture the essence of lady bits? So many questions.  Trust me you have to be 18 and up to view the site but you can visit it &lt;a href="http://www.smellmeand.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it is not a perfume. It is an "organic" product for you to smell and enjoy. Questions answered. gross.&lt;br /&gt;for an actual olfactory showdown &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/gossip/smell-tests/what-do-gay-men-think-of-vulva-the-ladyparts-perfume-303042.php"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CHRIST%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-8293931285043641454?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8293931285043641454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=8293931285043641454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/8293931285043641454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/8293931285043641454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-want-to-smell-like-what.html' title='You want to smell like what?????'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvQxLknjgZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4K7pfDW5F6w/s72-c/tomfordfragrancead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-1367726689407982612</id><published>2007-09-20T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:16.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marc jacobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>oh marc</title><content type='html'>Over the past several years I have found myself cursing you. Something along the lines of "dammit Marc Jacobs why do you have such cute stuff". I also find myself wishing you could adopt us and clothe us for the rest of our lives, or as long as we still look good in your clothes. However, after reviewing your Spring '08 accessories line I find myself recoiling from the monitor and wishing that it was all a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am baffled by the shoes. I almost think they are awesome but somehow I feel like I would end up with a broken foot or two trying to walk around in them. Some of the color combinations look better than others I admit. Surely we can  assume that these were the result some sort of accident.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvLCB_mllBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qAFRmM28gfo/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvLCB_mllBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qAFRmM28gfo/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112361866527872018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life with Marc would be as such- We would spend mornings bedazzling construction paper creations to wear out along with wearing our hearts on our nipples instead of our sleeves. Closer to the heart that way see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvLEWPmllEI/AAAAAAAAADM/wrpzCXI8Gqs/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvLEWPmllEI/AAAAAAAAADM/wrpzCXI8Gqs/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112364413443478594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We would have fabulous birthday parties and wear little hats. More bedazzled bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvLH7PmllFI/AAAAAAAAADU/WLdt8ilmD_U/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvLH7PmllFI/AAAAAAAAADU/WLdt8ilmD_U/s400/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112368347633521746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life  would  be re-imagined as a Dr. Suess  book complete with Cindy Lou Who hair and head bobbles. And we would all get our Christmas presents and sing happy songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvLCPvmllCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6iayjZm9ttM/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvLCPvmllCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6iayjZm9ttM/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112362102751073314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got Marc Jacobs handbags from Santa! But then, much to our dismay, our handbags sprouted tumors which left us all horrified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvNobUnjgYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cQXpKw9apHw/s1600-h/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvNobUnjgYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cQXpKw9apHw/s400/54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112544820596015490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  at the end of it all we would reflect and  the only expression we  would be able to come up with would look something like this:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvLID_mllGI/AAAAAAAAADc/zqdnP2ZKMSQ/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvLID_mllGI/AAAAAAAAADc/zqdnP2ZKMSQ/s400/42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112368497957377122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get us wrong though, we would still totally take the clothes in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photos : nymag.com&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/969672250791056015-1367726689407982612?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1367726689407982612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=1367726689407982612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/1367726689407982612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/1367726689407982612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-marc.html' title='oh marc'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvLCB_mllBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qAFRmM28gfo/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-5327580515398309649</id><published>2007-09-17T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:17.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghostbusters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Vigo, "Find me a child that I might live again" or Republican Candidate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvK8M_mllAI/AAAAAAAAACs/EOkfeyHtSd4/s1600-h/FRED+THOMPSON+VIGGO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvK8M_mllAI/AAAAAAAAACs/EOkfeyHtSd4/s400/FRED+THOMPSON+VIGGO.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112355458436666370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to half to give it to the folks over at Best Week Ever this is one of the funniest things I've seen all week.  Left: 2008 Presidential candidate Fred Thompson. Right: Vigo the Carpathian villain of Ghostbusters II.&lt;br /&gt;Say Fred wins in '08 and I imagine that his speech would go something like this "On a mountain of skulls, in the castle of pain, I sat on a throne of blood! What was will be! What is will be no more! Now is the season of evil! Now let's cut taxes for rich television actors and interfere with women's reproductive freedom!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-5327580515398309649?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5327580515398309649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=5327580515398309649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/5327580515398309649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/5327580515398309649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/vigo-find-me-child-that-i-might-live.html' title='Vigo, &quot;Find me a child that I might live again&quot; or Republican Candidate?'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/RvK8M_mllAI/AAAAAAAAACs/EOkfeyHtSd4/s72-c/FRED+THOMPSON+VIGGO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-172659468592462695</id><published>2007-09-13T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:17.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break-ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>The Cheerleader is single, The people rejoice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RuqwU63GydI/AAAAAAAAACE/tr7cuo5gq38/s1600-h/hayden-panettiere-vmas-2007-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RuqwU63GydI/AAAAAAAAACE/tr7cuo5gq38/s400/hayden-panettiere-vmas-2007-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110090600649509330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everyone's favorite cheerleader is single again. &lt;a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/hayden_split"&gt;Us Weekly&lt;/a&gt; is reporting that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; star Hayden Panettiere and Stephen Colletti of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt; have broken up. The pair had been together for about a year. When asked where Stephen was at this past weekend's MTV Video Music Awards Hayden replied, "I don't know. In California?" Thankfully that statement was not their only evidence. Later, Panettiere said, "We are still very close friends and talk to each other frequently. We appreciate and support each other's careers." No reason was given for the split.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let the rumor mill begin. The word is already that Hayden and Heroes costar 30 year old Milo Ventimiglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are seeing each other because sometimes they get a little "touchy". If we are just assuming based on being "touchy", does this mean that she will be linked to her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; dad Jack Coleman or costar Adrian Pasdar? Gee... they do look awfully close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RurfJa3GyeI/AAAAAAAAACM/t7cPJQ0F8zQ/s1600-h/HWT_002_065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RurfJa3GyeI/AAAAAAAAACM/t7cPJQ0F8zQ/s400/HWT_002_065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110142080127519202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At only 18, maybe she should stick with a costar more of her own age...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RuriDK3GyfI/AAAAAAAAACU/NkWz_HT5-IE/s1600-h/79540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RuriDK3GyfI/AAAAAAAAACU/NkWz_HT5-IE/s400/79540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110145271288220146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Noah Gray-Cabey 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pictures courtesy of  Wireimage.com, NBC.com, and Buzznet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-172659468592462695?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/172659468592462695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=172659468592462695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/172659468592462695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/172659468592462695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/09/cheerleader-is-single-people-rejoice.html' title='The Cheerleader is single, The people rejoice'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/RuqwU63GydI/AAAAAAAAACE/tr7cuo5gq38/s72-c/hayden-panettiere-vmas-2007-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-7644969976901065961</id><published>2007-08-31T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:18.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butt'/><title type='text'>bad boots part 2</title><content type='html'>Oh Britney...  Sometimes I feel a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; bad for you.   With you having to be the subject of endless discussions of your ever-surprising ignorance, or the countless ruminations on how much of a nutjob you must be.  Most recently how frickin terrible your new songs are. But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;have to wonder about this relationship you are having with your boots. Those brown ones with the heels and the stripe thingy at the top. The ones you wear almost every day whether they match or not. Case in point:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RthRA8RdUfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bTDIUEMP7-U/s1600-h/britneyBIG3108_468x731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RthRA8RdUfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bTDIUEMP7-U/s400/britneyBIG3108_468x731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104919254245659122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll try to not give you a hard time about this dress because at least its covering your ass despite being see-throughish?  I can't really tell. But those god awful cross between a  cowboy boot and some round toe chunky heeled boots are a monstrosity! The only way I can feel bad for you in these boots after this little appearance is if you have a damn good excuse! And sorry doesn't cut it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RthSn8RdUgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hSblOuSCRNs/s1600-h/britx2172908_468x667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RthSn8RdUgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hSblOuSCRNs/s400/britx2172908_468x667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104921023772185090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry readers, I should have added a a$$ shot disclaimer at the beginning of this post). Perhaps you had some horrible accident and now your legs are badly scarred below the knee. Maybe you spent too much time outside barefoot and got hundreds of icky bug bites on your legs that have lasted six months. Or maybe you have some serious disfigurement going on under those boots like elephantiasis?  Maybe someone put super glue in the bottom of your boots while you were sleeping and now you have to live with the boots on for the rest of your days. Did those boots cost millions of dollars, and you're just trying to get your moneys worth? I would wear them everyday too if they did, and that would also explain why you can't afford dresses with enough fabric to cover your a$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photos BIG photos and x17online&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/969672250791056015-7644969976901065961?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7644969976901065961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=7644969976901065961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/7644969976901065961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/7644969976901065961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/bad-boots-part-2.html' title='bad boots part 2'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/RthRA8RdUfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bTDIUEMP7-U/s72-c/britneyBIG3108_468x731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-2872552821283191583</id><published>2007-08-27T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:18.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>she is way excited to be wearing those boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RtObEsRdUeI/AAAAAAAAABs/Uo9K0iJOKwY/s1600-h/20070827_bts_model.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RtObEsRdUeI/AAAAAAAAABs/Uo9K0iJOKwY/s400/20070827_bts_model.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103593307647070690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean doesn't her expression just scream excitement? Really they must have given her a martini or two and paid her a ton of money to pose in that outfit. Her eyes are rolling back in her head from having to look at those psychedelic pair of pythons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RtOXNsRdUaI/AAAAAAAAABM/LfQ3MQOwJE4/s1600-h/V265708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RtOXNsRdUaI/AAAAAAAAABM/LfQ3MQOwJE4/s320/V265708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103589064219382178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know you want some. Good thing for her she didn't have to zip up the cat suit and model these:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RtOYCcRdUbI/AAAAAAAAABU/Q0nOTYV70P4/s1600-h/V266621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RtOYCcRdUbI/AAAAAAAAABU/Q0nOTYV70P4/s320/V266621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103589970457481650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These might be a good addition to your sexy Catwoman Halloween costume but listen Victoria if I want to dress like a cheap hooker I won't be paying 100+ for some ugly ass shit kickers.(If the Patent Black isn't doing it for you they are also available in leopard print) I'll drive down to my local Priscilla's and pick up the cheaper, vinyl costume choice that I won't mind some drunk Batman spilling beer all over:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RtOah8RdUcI/AAAAAAAAABc/B_8WXpUzRwM/s1600-h/516B-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RtOah8RdUcI/AAAAAAAAABc/B_8WXpUzRwM/s320/516B-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103592710646616514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Priscilla's "Lexi Boot")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photos Victoria's Secret and Prscilla's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-2872552821283191583?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2872552821283191583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=2872552821283191583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/2872552821283191583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/2872552821283191583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-is-way-excited-to-be-wearing-those.html' title='she is way excited to be wearing those boots'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/RtObEsRdUeI/AAAAAAAAABs/Uo9K0iJOKwY/s72-c/20070827_bts_model.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-8559979282689244977</id><published>2007-08-24T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:19.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who thought of this!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been on the look out for genius inventions to post here and I think this should be the first:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rs87VMRdUYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2vfBR0np7Xo/s1600-h/2962_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rs87VMRdUYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2vfBR0np7Xo/s320/2962_D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102362138091803010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you are me and you only like brownie edges with vanilla ice cream because it ads some crunch and isn't too gooey... well now you can bake a whole pan of brownies and every single piece is an edge piece. No more elbowing to get your edge piece! Never again will you wallow in your ice cream/brownie mush slop. Only crisp edges and gooey well proportioned centers from now on... &lt;a href="http://www1.fredflare.com/customer/product.php?productid=2962&amp;amp;cat=254#"&gt;check it out here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-8559979282689244977?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8559979282689244977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=8559979282689244977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/8559979282689244977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/8559979282689244977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-thought-of-this.html' title='who thought of this!!!'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rs87VMRdUYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2vfBR0np7Xo/s72-c/2962_D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-1240199953793588405</id><published>2007-08-22T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:19.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dear us weekly</title><content type='html'>Please excuse me letting this topic continue to slip by for way too long. The "Stars, They're Just Like Us" section of the magazine has always given me a chuckle. However don't you think that you are trying a little to hard? For instance&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rsxdt8RdUXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QDe1fLF0QBw/s1600-h/usweekly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rsxdt8RdUXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QDe1fLF0QBw/s320/usweekly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101555521758777714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"They shake out their towels!" Don't you think you are really reaching? I mean because stars don't shake out their beach towels. They fold them up and carry a gallon of sand home with them in their Mercedes and if they don't just pack it up I'm pretty sure they have a professional  towel shaker to do the dirty work for them. Right? Can you really believe that stars would actually shake their beach towels... for shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week hopefully you can at least come up with something other than "they run errands" or "they buy in bulk"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-1240199953793588405?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1240199953793588405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=1240199953793588405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/1240199953793588405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/1240199953793588405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-us-weekly.html' title='dear us weekly'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/Rsxdt8RdUXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QDe1fLF0QBw/s72-c/usweekly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-3458534343641871449</id><published>2007-08-21T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:25:29.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If these walls could talk, they'd probably be screaming</title><content type='html'>Please read below and then we shall dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 21, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Bronx Basement "Chamber of Horrors"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l217/mkligon/2007_08_bonesbxbt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange incident in the Bronx: A city inspector went to the basement of 1912 Holland Avenue to check on a hot water heater, but he ended up contacting the police because he found a bizarre laboratory. 1010 WINS says that there were "viles of acid, formaldehyde and various bones and organs being preserved." Weird! More weird: The Post reports there were also "medical equipment and rubber stalactites." And then there's the "refrigerator that was storing blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building had four apartments, two of which are vacant. One resident told the Post, "If these walls could talk, they'd probably be screaming" and NY1, "I saw some stuff in jars like some embryo stuff in jars and some skulls and like a lot of, like, medical stuff like nobody shouldn't have, like a hospital."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building is owned by Barry Greene, who is currently in prison serving time for sodomy and sex abuse charges (he abused four Bronx children). It's unclear if the basement's contents belong to Greene, but the NYPD is investigating whether the bones, organs and all belong to animals and/or humans. But the building is in disrepair and Greene does face some violations.&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, my apologies for posting such a bizarre and disturbing post on our fun little carefree blog. But guess what people. This is life. And it's cold and hard and weird and bizarre. I actually take that back. Please don't buy into my fake cynicism. I was toying with the idea of being hard core and as the old saying goes, "If the shoes fits, wear it". Well shugs. The shoe didn't fit. So I am taking it off. This seems to be the case here lately. My feet keep expanding. I have a serious issue with swollen feet in the summertime dammit. LEAVE ME ALONE! I can't even remember where I was going with all of this. Oh yes, I am not terribly hard core. I am sticking with cheerful positivity thanks. HOWEVER, I do love gruesome shiz and this is some sicko shizz for realz!!! I freaking love that the writer of the article posted above actually used the exclamation "Weird!" in her post referring to the Jame Gumb style laboratory our homeboy had set up in his basement. I also love that the neighbor they interviewed uses the word "like" more than me. They either found the one valley girl in the Bronx or someone has a little case of the Tourette's. Also, what the heck does "like nobody shouldn't have" mean? Does that actually translate to everybody should have? I am so confused by that double-negetive I can't see straight. How the hell do those words even form to come out of someone's mouth? Like, I tried saying it outloud and my toungue automatically turned to concrete and fell out of my mouth. Seriously. Oh Barry Greene. I kind of understand why you executed the heinous acts listed above. If my neighbor was a retarded valley girl from the Bronx with Tourette's I might have done a lot worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-3458534343641871449?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3458534343641871449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=3458534343641871449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/3458534343641871449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/3458534343641871449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-these-walls-could-talk-theyd.html' title='If these walls could talk, they&apos;d probably be screaming'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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-969672250791056015.post-2415254580945669743</id><published>2007-08-17T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:19.560-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>fall trends</title><content type='html'>So there is at least one trend every season that I can totally just not get behind. Say for instance ankle boots ... for one I'm not that tall and ankle boots are just like saying I have no real feet under here and my legs just end into short little stumps. Or maybe they translate to witch shoes or Louis the 14th's favorite pair of shoes to make him self "feel more like a man". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RsYWX8RdUVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QYS9SmID7ZM/s1600-h/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RsYWX8RdUVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QYS9SmID7ZM/s320/index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099788228615819602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may look good in them but I'm thinking not so much for me. However ankle boots are waaaaaay more likely to become this years leggings (ie. trend I hated on and then could not get enough of because turns out they are the perfect way to cover chicken legs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year it is the stringy fur look on everything from bags to skirts and this lovely little number from TopShop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RsYXHcRdUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BKwSowAiJ4o/s1600-h/07U01RCRM_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RsYXHcRdUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BKwSowAiJ4o/s320/07U01RCRM_normal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099789044659605858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it might be the perfect thing to throw on and run around in the woods in and pretend to be a Yeti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-2415254580945669743?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2415254580945669743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=2415254580945669743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/2415254580945669743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/2415254580945669743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/fall-trends.html' title='fall trends'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/RsYWX8RdUVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QYS9SmID7ZM/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969672250791056015.post-5287011899183693373</id><published>2007-08-17T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:53:19.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>FeDOra or FeDON'Tra?  You be the judge</title><content type='html'>So what is the concensus on fedora's?  Should they get the axe or should folks of all shapes, sizes and mental states continue rocking these hats with their sassy brims and enjoying the moderate shade they provide from the mid-day sun?&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l217/mkligon/fedorasimp.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of well-known, fun loving and typically right on the money celebrity fashion blogging broads felt that this was not such a great look for old simpy simp.  I, however, disagree.  Since I am solely discussing the fedora and whether or not it should keep on rocking in the free world I am going to give Miss Ashlee credit where credit is due.  The girl can rock a hat.  I think it's because she has fairly angular features, a very pointy chin and an oblong face.  Her head isn't lost in the hat and her face does stand out.  Somehow, my description makes her visage sound less than appealing but I think she looks good.  Yes, her hair is long and stringy and looks like she spent the last few days at the beach.  But, just between you and me, I want that kind of hair so bad I would shave a lhasa apso and super glue it's fur to my skull. &lt;br /&gt;Example 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l217/mkligon/fedoramoore.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here is the good, the bad and the ugly.  I'm sorry but it's hard to be fair with this girl.  I just think Rumer Willis is soooo frucked up looking.  Nothing is going to look good on her.  No matter what.  She too has a substantial, oblong face.  But in a weird, cartoonish, moon looking way.  I do love that dress.  And her legs look awesome.  However, a fedora is neither a dress nor a pair of legs.  It's a head accessory.  And naturally, since it is sitting atop her bizarre melon all focus goes straight to her frugliness.  And, honey, as a woman you should know how to work your assets and hide your flaws.  So, for next time, let me suggest this as a nice option for a head accessory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l217/mkligon/Duro_grocerybag_detail.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-5287011899183693373?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5287011899183693373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=5287011899183693373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/5287011899183693373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/5287011899183693373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/fedora-or-fedontra-you-be-judge.html' title='FeDOra or FeDON&apos;Tra?  You be the judge'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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-969672250791056015.post-4495479065414290981</id><published>2007-08-16T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T11:58:39.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spaced'/><title type='text'>spaced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spaced &lt;/span&gt;(from the same people who brought you Shaun of the Dead and Hott Fuzz) starring Simon Pegg and Nick Frost. Simon (Tim on the show) and Jessica Hynes (Daisy on the show and whom you may have seen in Shaun of the Dead or in a 2 part Dr. Who episode)&lt;/span&gt; Pose as a couple to rent an affordable flat. Crazy drunken landlady, tortured artist neighbor, Daisy's fashion loving club going best friend, and Tim's best friend gun enthusiast and member of the territorial army complete the ensemble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Times, serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top" width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vcleft.gif" height="300" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5" valign="top" width="390"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vctop.gif" height="5" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top" width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vcright.gif" height="300" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="273" valign="top"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.spikedhumor.com/player/vcplayer.swf?file=http://www.spikedhumor.com/videocodes/38112/data.xml&amp;auto_play=false" quality="high" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="100%" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="22" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spikedhumor.com/articles/38112/Spaced_Nearly_Caught_Out.html" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vcbot.gif" border="0" height="22" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;British telly is some of the funniest out there. Agree? I'm not saying that I don't find some non-british shows quite funny (Family guy, The Simpsons, America's Next Top Model), but it is a totally different kind of funny. Plus in addition to laughing my ass off I can get quite caught up in the story line as well. Drama mixed with comedy is a GOOD thing (see The Office ...BBC). So today is not about me being funny. It is about the show being halarious. It might be hard to find but try downloading, searching for clips online and sometimes airing on Bravo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top" width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vcleft.gif" height="300" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5" valign="top" width="390"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vctop.gif" height="5" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top" width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vcright.gif" height="300" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="273" valign="top"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.spikedhumor.com/player/vcplayer.swf?file=http://www.spikedhumor.com/videocodes/37000/data.xml&amp;amp;auto_play=false" quality="high" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="100%" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="22" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spikedhumor.com/articles/37000/Spaced_Paint_Ball_Duel.html" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vcbot.gif" border="0" height="22" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-4495479065414290981?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4495479065414290981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=4495479065414290981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/4495479065414290981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/4495479065414290981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/spaced.html' title='spaced'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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-969672250791056015.post-2481901659258588967</id><published>2007-08-15T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:36:19.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>thoughts on gwenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RsM8H0ZvpGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UzW5eeNKStY/s1600-h/img03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czk2Fqzih8A/RsM8H0ZvpGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UzW5eeNKStY/s320/img03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098985308136907874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So I've seen pictures of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.style.com/w/feat_story/080807"&gt;Gwyneth Paltrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; in this month's W magazine. Some of them aren't so bad. W has a way of creating unique and creative spreads that really freak me out. So when I saw the cover I wasn't surprised that Gwyneth looked like a man with stick on eyebrows. But I had to look at some of the inside pictures a little sideways because I'm afraid that if I look at them straight on, her seemingly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mannequin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; body will jump through the page (being possessed by some demon of the fashion world) and attack me with her cane/plastic bendable legs, while trying to steal my soul so she can continue to live for eternity. Do not look directly into Gwyneth's eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/969672250791056015-2481901659258588967?l=sassy-molassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2481901659258588967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=969672250791056015&amp;postID=2481901659258588967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/2481901659258588967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/969672250791056015/posts/default/2481901659258588967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassy-molassy.blogspot.com/2007/08/thoughts-on-gwenny.html' title='thoughts on gwenny'/><author><name>Sassy Molassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10453094436856922025</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/_czk2Fqzih8A/RsM8H0ZvpGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UzW5eeNKStY/s72-c/img03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
