<?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-7777180065279333845</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:18:37.776-04:00</updated><category term='trailer park'/><category term='public sex'/><category term='venting'/><category term='China'/><category term='military dumping ground'/><category term='movies'/><category term='plain sad'/><category term='those crazy teenagers'/><category term='naughtiness'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='nature'/><category term='updates'/><category term='poop news'/><category term='no sex with dead people'/><category term='attention whores'/><category term='prison'/><category term='douchebags'/><category 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href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>313</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-4401298332832087345</id><published>2009-03-30T15:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:03:42.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aussies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex for food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hookers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen pregnancy'/><title type='text'>I Feel Like Chicken Tonight! Like Chicken Tonight!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;" Pimp paid prostitute with chicken nuggets"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Sounds like &lt;a href="http://tvnz.co.nz/world-news/pimp-paid-prostitute-chicken-nuggets-2598680"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; chick was really classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what she does for a McRib?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-4401298332832087345?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/4401298332832087345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=4401298332832087345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4401298332832087345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4401298332832087345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-like-chicken-tonight-like.html' title='I Feel Like Chicken Tonight! Like Chicken Tonight!...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-4168862003591783876</id><published>2009-03-17T07:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:04:54.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beat downs'/><title type='text'>Time To Switch Outfits Me Thinks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Man wearing "I ♥ My Marriage" t-shirt busted for domestic battery"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...What alarms me is the fact that he's a financial consultant. His stock picks are probably brutal as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my first thought is this, I wonder if Chris Brown gave him that shirt? Secondly, any movie starring Kirk Cameron probably would drive you to beat someone or at the very least give you a case of Irritable Bowel Syndrome...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-4168862003591783876?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/4168862003591783876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=4168862003591783876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4168862003591783876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4168862003591783876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-to-switch-outfits-me-thinks.html' title='Time To Switch Outfits Me Thinks...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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-7777180065279333845.post-2798788445409537341</id><published>2009-03-05T11:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:39:15.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs are bad'/><title type='text'>Magic Fairy or Crackhead? You Decide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Stranger Shows Up at Funeral, Hits Dead Man"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, please hire &lt;a href="http://www.wltx.com/news/story.aspx?storyid=71172&amp;amp;catid=2"&gt;this woman&lt;/a&gt; for my funeral! She sounds like a breath of fresh air on what otherwise would be a totally shitty day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the flourish at the end of the performance: throwing flowers at the family after dancing around the casket and slapping the dead guy with a wand. Very avant garde...I wonder if she does kid's parties?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-2798788445409537341?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/2798788445409537341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=2798788445409537341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2798788445409537341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2798788445409537341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/03/magic-fairy-or-crackhead-you-decide.html' title='Magic Fairy or Crackhead? You Decide...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-8248719694679387837</id><published>2009-02-27T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:10:04.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afflictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sex with dead people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs are bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>And Some People Think I Am Disturbed...</title><content type='html'>After reading &lt;a href="http://news.cincinnati.com/article/20090227/NEWS0107/902270346/1055/NEWS"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article, I can truly say that I am grossed out beyond grossed out. It's bad enough to have sex with a dead body but to have sex with one that was pregnant and one with her head dangling off is what REALLY horrifies me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm curious to see what this degenerate looks like. Thanks for not posting a picture &lt;a href="http://news.cincinnati.com/apps/pbcs.dll/frontpage"&gt;Cincinnati.com&lt;/a&gt;! Now, I'll spend my lunch looking for his mugshot due to my sick sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-8248719694679387837?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/8248719694679387837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=8248719694679387837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8248719694679387837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8248719694679387837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-some-people-think-i-am-disturbed.html' title='And Some People Think I Am Disturbed...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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-7777180065279333845.post-594128396056434790</id><published>2009-02-24T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:50:14.607-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>10 Things That I Wish Would Be Swallowed Up In A Blackhole...</title><content type='html'>10) The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Octo&lt;/span&gt;-mom: Please go away and take those lips with you...&lt;br /&gt;9)   Most Rap music: Seriously, why is this crap still around?...&lt;br /&gt;8)   Toe rings: Unfortunately, most of them reside on an unpolished, crusty little toe...&lt;br /&gt;7)   Those weird breakfast sandwiches like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McGriddle&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;6)   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fashionistas&lt;/span&gt;: Most of them look like they were high when they got dressed...&lt;br /&gt;5)   People who blow their noses at the table. So gross...&lt;br /&gt;4)   Those little pieces of fuzz that sometimes inhabit my sweaters...&lt;br /&gt;3)   Phones that double as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;walkie&lt;/span&gt; talkie.&lt;br /&gt;2)   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ugg&lt;/span&gt; boots.&lt;br /&gt;1)   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;. Please shoot yourself into outer space and never come back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-594128396056434790?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/594128396056434790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=594128396056434790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/594128396056434790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/594128396056434790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-that-i-wish-would-be.html' title='10 Things That I Wish Would Be Swallowed Up In A Blackhole...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-2580569809886828923</id><published>2009-02-18T07:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:09:00.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who knew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bait and switch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Starbucks...Or Is It?...</title><content type='html'>So, I recently found an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gift card&lt;/span&gt; for Starbucks given to me back in the day. I figured since there is a "Starbucks" located in our office building, I can use it there and was mildly pleased as this would save me the $2.50 I would normally spend on coffee every morning. Low and Behold, I am made aware that I can not use my Starbucks gift card at the Starbucks because it really isn't a Starbucks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Never mind&lt;/span&gt; that EVERY sign in the damn place says it's a Starbucks it really isn't. Even though the cups and coffee say "Starbucks" on them, it really isn't a Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of BS is this? What next? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Every McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; is not really going to be a McDonald's. Ronald isn't really Ronald, he's really Fred McDonald but we call him Ronald anyway? To make a long story short I ended up paying $2.50 for my coffee this morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-2580569809886828923?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/2580569809886828923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=2580569809886828923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2580569809886828923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2580569809886828923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/02/starbucksor-is-it.html' title='Starbucks...Or Is It?...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-1821457992484829648</id><published>2009-02-11T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:46:00.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enough already'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainwrecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Octo-Mom...</title><content type='html'>I'm already getting tired of this dimwit. Please world, enough of the Octo-Mom! If you ignore her she will go away...Of course she's going to steal our tax dollars on the way out but at least she will go away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-1821457992484829648?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/1821457992484829648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=1821457992484829648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1821457992484829648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1821457992484829648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/02/octo-mom.html' title='Octo-Mom...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-907974019033302778</id><published>2009-02-09T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:08:04.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child prodigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot tranny mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs are bad'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday KatMist!!!</title><content type='html'>Sign up on Facebook already, damn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-907974019033302778?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/907974019033302778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=907974019033302778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/907974019033302778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/907974019033302778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-katmist.html' title='Happy Birthday KatMist!!!'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3796859993315851853</id><published>2009-02-05T11:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:45:59.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty pillows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sex with plastic people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>My Girlfriend Is Patent Pending...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Blow-up Doll Party: Floridian nabbed for public ménage a trois with plastic partners"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2009/0205091doll1.html"&gt;Disturbing...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is either totally ahead of his time in the artificial girlfriend department or he's just totally lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the article I would add "totally clueless" as well. When having sex with blow-up dolls, you must first take your pants off...I know this not from experience but from a good friend named Kathleen. (She's freaky like that...Shhh don't tell anyone)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3796859993315851853?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3796859993315851853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3796859993315851853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3796859993315851853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3796859993315851853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-girlfriend-is-patent-pending.html' title='My Girlfriend Is Patent Pending...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3818654267324863018</id><published>2009-02-04T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:24:38.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you get what you pay for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary monsters'/><title type='text'>Gazongas Galore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Record-Breaking Breasts"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcnewyork.com/around_town/the_scene/Breast-Implants-Set-World-Record-.html"&gt;Melons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...What was this idiot thinking? Someone needs to tell her that she looks like she has a naked ass on her chest...and not in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that those things smell like cheese in the folds under the actual boobs. How can she possibly reach around and clean under there? For that matter, how can she put on her damn socks and shoes!!! Something tells me she's probably wearing stilettos though. It's kind of hard to swing around a stripper pole in flats...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3818654267324863018?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3818654267324863018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3818654267324863018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3818654267324863018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3818654267324863018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/02/gazongas-galore.html' title='Gazongas Galore...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-7176749838546945532</id><published>2009-01-27T12:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:07:10.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who knew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you get what you pay for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>I'll Have The Fish Balls, Hold the Mayo Please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Poisonous Fish Testicles Send 7 Japanese Diners to Hospital"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People eat &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,483504,00.html"&gt;fish balls&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It intrigues me to think that someone actually sat there and thought out the removal and preparation of blowfish testicles. And with the added bonus of having people pay for it...I'm pretty sure this guy was a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't feel sorry for these donuts that got sick. As my great granny used to say "If you put rotten balls in your mouth, you're gonna get sick." Actually, she would never say that but it sounds like good advice for more than one situation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-7176749838546945532?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/7176749838546945532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=7176749838546945532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/7176749838546945532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/7176749838546945532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-have-fish-balls-hold-mayo-please.html' title='I&apos;ll Have The Fish Balls, Hold the Mayo Please...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-7569314630430069225</id><published>2009-01-23T13:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:57:33.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afflictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain sad'/><title type='text'>Tragic, But There Is A Bright Side...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Model Loses Hands, Feet to Severe Infection"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,481444,00.html"&gt;Model pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really sucks. Thank God her talent was playing the piano with her tits. She can still compete. She's just got to find a way to tape the high heels to her ankles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-7569314630430069225?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/7569314630430069225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=7569314630430069225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/7569314630430069225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/7569314630430069225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/01/tragic-but-there-is-bright-side.html' title='Tragic, But There Is A Bright Side...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-914318754330178602</id><published>2009-01-22T13:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:26:49.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sporting news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty pillows'/><title type='text'>They Are Getting Desperate For Viewers Me Thinks...</title><content type='html'>Who knew that figure skating was so cutting edge? Quadruple flips, death drops and now...mammary showmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am wondering. With her new element revealed to the audience do the judges score her under the technical difficulty portion or under the artistic interpretation card? OR is it a combination of both? Also, does the size of the ariola play a part in the level of difficulty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have included a picture of the incident purely for historical reasons and not because I like boobs...&lt;a href="http://www.metro.co.uk/news/article.html?Skater_reveals_boob_in_wardrobe_malfunction&amp;amp;in_article_id=491569&amp;amp;in_page_id=34"&gt;Boob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-914318754330178602?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/914318754330178602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=914318754330178602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/914318754330178602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/914318754330178602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-are-getting-desperate-for-viewers.html' title='They Are Getting Desperate For Viewers Me Thinks...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-327542217033134783</id><published>2009-01-21T13:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:57:39.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh no you didn&apos;t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat asses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebags'/><title type='text'>F*ck You Very Much!...</title><content type='html'>I recently bought a friend of mine a birthday present. Now, let me preface this with the fact that AT THE TIME of purchase, said friend was not acting like a complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;douchebag&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, now that we got that tidbit on the table the rest of the story goes as follows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I go out of my way to buy a friend a nice little gift for their birthday. It's actually something they already own, but what I bought was an upgrade to their existing item. Anyway, at the time I bought it the friend was on good terms with me and my other personalities. So I felt good about buying the gift. And of course I bought the wrapping paper and everything to make it nice and pretty and a card to go along with it. The friends' birthday is not for a another week so, of course, any Sherlock out there can deduce that I still have the gift in my possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the purchase of the gift and all that that entailed (the driving to the store, buying all the shit to make it look pretty and the actual time it took to construct said pretty packaging of gift), my friend has pushed my limits on what I find to be good taste and common courtesy. How, you may ask? To make a long story short, the fucker said I was fat not once, not twice but THREE GOD DAMN times! Actually they called me a "pig" once, a "cow" another time as well as "fat ass". Mind you, I am not fat, I am 6 feet tall and weigh @ 225lbs. I'm not Kate Moss but I could be her younger sister Kate Mess. Anyway, I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the present in question...Since my friend has so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eloquently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pointed out my fat to muscle ratio, I now feel stupid for buying the gift for someone who is rude and quite frankly, crass. So my question is this: Should I feel guilty about taking the gift back? Or should I just give it to them like I first intended to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-327542217033134783?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/327542217033134783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=327542217033134783' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/327542217033134783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/327542217033134783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/01/fck-you-very-much.html' title='F*ck You Very Much!...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-7778375032124568541</id><published>2009-01-19T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:27:51.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebags'/><title type='text'>Ahh Memories...</title><content type='html'>So recently, as I was perusing the annuls of some my friends Facebook accounts I see a picture of a girl that I used to know when I was in high school. Mind you I didn't just know her, I HATED her. Now hate is a pretty strong word you might be saying and I would agree, and I don't tend to use the word lightly. This being said, you can understand that my gut reaction to seeing her picture was one of utter vomit inducing chagrin. Although the name has changed, her beady little eyes are the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background to the story. I'm pretty sure she grew up poor. Her sister was of dubious infamy and she was not attractive. She had a lot of strikes against her but I got along with her at first. Even defended her when people made a snide comment about her. She was basically a wall flower and generally likable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...one day she wins a student council election and the next thing you know she thinks she's the homecoming queen. She starts acting different towards people and becomes a totally changed person. Starts dressing better, actually starts wearing decent make-up. I think she is doing well for herself until her head gets bigger than it should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress... that's not why I hate her. I guess her new status entitles her be free to say whatever she wants, or so she feels so,  and then...calls me faggot because I didn't care for something she made in class as a project. I wasn't rude about it I just wasn't fawning over it. She got a laugh and then felt it was "okay" to continue to call me that whenever she wanted. The fact that she used to call me a "faggot" is why I didn't like this asshole. The fact that she used to do it in front of people is why I hated her. The fact that she would laugh afterward in her funny little Spanish accent is why I HATED her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is this: Is it still okay to despise someone after all this time? Is this something that we naturally feel or is it something that I have conjured up to hold onto past feelings? I actually haven't thought about her at all until I saw that picture. Interesting thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-7778375032124568541?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/7778375032124568541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=7778375032124568541' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/7778375032124568541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/7778375032124568541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahh-memories.html' title='Ahh Memories...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-235154711747508632</id><published>2009-01-16T13:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:18:05.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='has-beens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><title type='text'>Ponder This Please...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...Can someone please explain why this is the headline on FoxNews.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,480184,00.html"&gt;URGENT: Boy George Sentenced to 15 Months in Jail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the world is going to hell in a hand-basket and the breaking news story is that Boy George is going to have to reenact every rape scene from the HBO series "OZ" for the next 15 months. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was him I'd sue my lawyer for not bringing up the fact that this was a total job hazard the escort should have considered when first joining the profession. And with the past exploits of Boy George widely publicized, it was very apparent that chains, handcuffs and flogging would be part of the "hiring requirements", if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the next thing that will happen is a plane crash where nobody dies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-235154711747508632?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/235154711747508632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=235154711747508632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/235154711747508632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/235154711747508632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/01/ponder-this-please.html' title='Ponder This Please...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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-7777180065279333845.post-733984327739443854</id><published>2009-01-14T12:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:15:58.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idol'/><title type='text'>300th Post!!!</title><content type='html'>Who knew I would have made it this far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm watching American Idol last night and I can't help but feel sorry for that idiot Ryan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seacrest&lt;/span&gt;. But before I get to that let me just say this, I swore up and down that I wasn't going to watch this damn show this season. Every year we get the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dreck&lt;/span&gt;: bad singers, attention seekers and an oft blitzed Paula Abdul. So in their attempt to "revamp" the show they've added a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; judge. Unfortunately, I don't know who the hell she is other than the fact that she wrote some Celine Dion song and some of the tracks on the Paris Hilton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shit storm&lt;/span&gt; unleashed on society in 2005. So far, it's looking like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;train wreck&lt;/span&gt; which makes me want to watch it all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Ryan, so I sit there eating my stuffed shells watching the endless parade of hopefuls, some in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bikini's&lt;/span&gt;, some in tap shoes and some with talent all the while,  they keep hyping up the blind kid who is going to audition at the end. I'm thinking this guy better be fucking Stevie Wonder the way they are tauting him, anyway, he finally gets his big chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold me breath waiting for him to sing. He picks a Billy Joel song (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ehhh&lt;/span&gt;, I was hoping for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt; or something of that nature but I digress...) and starts to sing. Of course, they over hyped him and he wasn't spectacular or anything but he was good and they give him the golden ticket and he walks out to his cheering family. Here comes the sad part, as Ryan is interviewing him, Ryan tries to give the guy a high five completely oblivious to the fact that the guy is BLIND, HELLO! So he's standing there like an idiot with his hand in the air. Ugh, I choke holding back the laughter and wonder why they haven't replaced him yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, I'll be watching the second part tonight as well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-733984327739443854?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/733984327739443854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=733984327739443854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/733984327739443854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/733984327739443854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/01/300th-post.html' title='300th Post!!!'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-2442767747169714604</id><published>2009-01-12T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:44:46.264-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><title type='text'>Holy Crap!!!</title><content type='html'>Has it been that long since I posted something here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to? Working overtime like hell and getting acquainted with my new Ipod and a program which allows me to burn my movies and download them to the damn thing. Ahhhh, now at last, something to look forward to at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got sick with the flu, my dog had surgery and my beloved guinea pig was put down after reaching a ripe old age of 7 years! That's fucking old for a guinea pig, actually. Poor thing, she was actually really cool and now she's in an urn on my bookcase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you been up to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-2442767747169714604?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/2442767747169714604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=2442767747169714604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2442767747169714604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2442767747169714604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2009/01/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap!!!'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-6517825060412744563</id><published>2008-12-03T13:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:36:02.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foiled again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh no you didn&apos;t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Weave Me Alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Port St. Lucie woman says ex-boyfriend snatched wig, rode away on bike"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else can you admit over a cell phone to the police to snatching your ex-girlfriend's &lt;a href="http://www.tcpalm.com/news/2008/dec/02/port-st-lucie-woman-says-ex-boyfriend-snatched-wig/"&gt;wig&lt;/a&gt;, slapping her and then riding off into the sunset (well actually it was 3am but you get my drift) without fear of reprisal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...she had "naturally blond" hair underneath the black wig? Sounds fishy to me. I'm wondering if the blond hair wasn't a wig as well. And if so, why didn't she use the same glue on the black wig as she did the blond? At least that adhesive held, even with the added smack for good measure. Must have been &lt;a href="http://www.gorillaglue.com/"&gt;Gorilla Glue&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most awesome thing about the whole incident (well, second most awesome thing if you count her not knowing what the hell her ex-boyfriend's last name was...even though she lived with him for 8 months) was that he hung up on the police after they asked his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we still in the primitive age of not having the basic functions of caller ID? Was his name not programmed into her phone when he called? Actually, from all the evidence provided it might have been misspelled so scratch that one... Can we not call the carrier and get a name? There's enough technology out there to find out who the hell that is if we cared, but obviously, we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's much more satisfying to speculate and ponder the stupid...at least I think so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-6517825060412744563?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/6517825060412744563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=6517825060412744563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/6517825060412744563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/6517825060412744563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/12/weave-me-alone.html' title='Weave Me Alone...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-2041081515523071231</id><published>2008-12-03T13:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:54:30.492-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawsuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping hazards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golddiggers'/><title type='text'>What Took So Long?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Victim's kin file suit in Wal-Mart stampede death"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beginning to think that the bloodsucking vampire lawyers were all safely sleeping in their dirt filled coffins in the basements of their tree lined McMansion subdivisions before I read &lt;a href="http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D94RC3D80&amp;amp;show_article=1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God opportunity strikes! And at Wal-Mart no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm actually not surprised that they were going to sue &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; I am surprised it took so long for them to file the lawsuit. 3 business days! I mean Christmas is fast approaching and you'd think they'd want that Wal-Mart money &lt;em&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/em&gt; before the end of this week to get that Wii game system or new flat screen LCD TV. Because you know, they'll be all sold out before the 25th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why they are suing the police department though. It's not like it's their job to "police" the doorways of every retail store giving away free toasters or kitty litter with every $100.00 in purchases. You'd think the managers of said stores would somehow herd the crowd in some form BEFORE the doors are opened, but, alas this happens every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I'm taking bets on which store will have the first casualty. I'm placing mine on &lt;a href="http://www.fashionbug.com/pagebuilder/SHOPPING_LANDING?PAGEID=1001"&gt;Fashion Bug&lt;/a&gt;, the store for "Rubenesque" or zoftig women...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-2041081515523071231?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/2041081515523071231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=2041081515523071231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2041081515523071231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2041081515523071231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-took-so-long.html' title='What Took So Long?...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3098574340024096054</id><published>2008-11-18T12:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:38:40.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foiled again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you asked for it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golddiggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old people'/><title type='text'>There's One Born Every Minute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Woman out $400K to 'Nigerian scam' con artists"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Christ on a stick. The most tragic thing about &lt;a href="http://www.katu.com/news/34292654.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; story is that her intelligence quotient is low enough for her to agree to her picture being published. Looks like she was victimized yet again for our viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely NO sympathy for this idiot. This is just as bad as those emails that say I have won the Brazilian lottery or that I can get a free laptop by just "clicking here"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the disclaimer at the beginning of the article that states she is no relation to Britney Spears, although they have the same last name. Nice touch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3098574340024096054?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3098574340024096054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3098574340024096054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3098574340024096054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3098574340024096054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-one-born-every-minute.html' title='There&apos;s One Born Every Minute...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-8320949181366584217</id><published>2008-11-18T12:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:39:02.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sex with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><title type='text'>This Doesn't Surprise Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Rape suspect held on bail: Woman accused of assaulting 16-year-old girl in her care"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever been to Worcester, MA &lt;a href="http://www.telegram.com/article/20081118/NEWS/811180645"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article isn't that surprising. The place is a shithole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder how people can stand by as someone is brutally beaten or worse, as in this case, raped with a thorny rose stem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of this movie I saw a few months ago called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0802948/"&gt;"An American Crime"&lt;/a&gt;. The mother held this girl captive while everyone was free to beat the shit out of her at their leisure. They had kids from the neighborhood over to burn the chick with cigarette butts for fun. Disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although tragic, I felt that the stupid ass should have stood up for herself when the beating started. Oh well, coulda, shoulda, woulda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-8320949181366584217?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/8320949181366584217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=8320949181366584217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8320949181366584217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8320949181366584217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-doesnt-surprise-me.html' title='This Doesn&apos;t Surprise Me...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-4448282133845881305</id><published>2008-11-12T15:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:56:28.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enough already'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainwrecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you get what you pay for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simply gorgeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot tranny mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afflictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>I Hope It Was Trans-Fat Free Oil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Cosmetic surgery addict injected cooking oil into her own face"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/3439638/Cosmetic-surgery-addict-injected-cooking-oil-into-her-own-face.html"&gt;chick&lt;/a&gt; is probably one of the most pathetic creatures on the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...is there anyone out there that would agree her rational for using her head as a pin cushion was: a) logical b) practical c) a sign that Obamamania has gotten out of control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her pictures, it's hard to fault her for wanting to puff out her fucking face because it looks like a deflated balloon now that they let all the air out. I would think that by the time my face started rebelling against the surgeon's knife I would have thought twice about going back and said, "That's a wrap".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is a real disorder where people have addictions to plastic surgery. Another famous case that comes to mind besides the alien known as &lt;a href="http://www.plasticsurgeryhumour.com/michael-jackson-surgery/michael-jacksons-nose-falling/"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href="http://www.plasticsurgeryhumour.com/plastic_surgery_disaster/cat-woman-plastic-surgery/"&gt;Jocelyne Wildenstein&lt;/a&gt;, or "Bride of Wildenstein" or "Wildebeast" as she is more commonly known as. Everytime I see her picture, I think of Rocky Dennis from the movie "Mask" starring the also afflicted Cher. Small world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-4448282133845881305?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/4448282133845881305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=4448282133845881305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4448282133845881305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4448282133845881305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hope-it-was-trans-fat-free-oil.html' title='I Hope It Was Trans-Fat Free Oil...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-195303669447036013</id><published>2008-11-12T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:37:58.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>I still cannot believe he won...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-195303669447036013?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/195303669447036013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=195303669447036013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/195303669447036013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/195303669447036013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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-7777180065279333845.post-3740910103179763814</id><published>2008-10-31T11:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:34:02.956-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween! Beware The Full Moon (And Sticky Bedsheets...)</title><content type='html'>Some crap to read on a scary day courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.tensionnot.com/"&gt;Tensionnot.com&lt;/a&gt; . I have included my responses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A psychology student in New York rented out her spare room to a carpenter in order to nag him constantly and study his reactions. After weeks of needling, he snapped and beat her repeatedly with an ax leaving her mentally retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So what's the issue? She deserved it. When I was waiting tables at a nice Italian restaurant these girls came in with Taco Bell and started eating at one of my tables. Apparently, it was a stunt for a psychology class as after we asked them to leave they wanted to know what my reaction was so they could right it down. Please see above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen, shaking frantically with what looked like a wire running from his waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt him away from the deadly current she whacked him with a handy plank of wood by the back door, breaking his arm in two places. Till that moment he had been happily listening to his Walkman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had a friend who danced the same way. You didn't know if he was dying of a heart attack or "feeling the music". It made us feel sick just to watch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Two animal rights protesters were protesting at the cruelty of sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn. Suddenly the pigs, all two thousand of them, escaped through a broken fence and stampeded, trampling the two hapless protesters to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah, irony at it's finest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Iraqi terrorist, Khay Rahnajet, didn't pay enough postage on a letter bomb. It came back with "return to sender" stamped on it. Forgetting it was the bomb, he opened it and was blown to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You'd think he would have realized it was a bomb from all the wires sticking out and the ticking noise inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Fire investigators on Maui have determined the cause of a blaze that destroyed a $127,000 home last month - a short in the home owner's newly installed fire prevention alarm system. "This is even worse than last year," said the distraught homeowner, "when someone broke in and stole my new security system..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This sounds way to coincidental and stupid to be true, so it probably is. Honestly, a house priced at $127K in Hawaii is probably a shit hole so I'm sure they didn't get anything good when it was robbed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon Valdez oil spill in Alaska was $80,000. At a special ceremony, two of the most expensively saved animals were released back into the wild amid cheers and applause from onlookers. A minute later they were both eaten by a killer whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ROFL! I remember this one. Apparently, the kids who saw it had to get $80,000 worth of rehabilitating as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In 1992, Frank Perkins of Los Angeles made an attempt on the world flagpole-sitting record. Suffering from the flu he came down eight hours short of the 400 day record, his sponsor had gone bust, his girlfriend had left him and his phone and electricity had been cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This reminds me of the old saying "Spitters are quitters!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3740910103179763814?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3740910103179763814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3740910103179763814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3740910103179763814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3740910103179763814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween-beware-full-moon-and.html' title='Happy Halloween! Beware The Full Moon (And Sticky Bedsheets...)'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-1657103723926886981</id><published>2008-10-27T13:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:16:37.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><title type='text'>The Origins Of Mr. Jack Schitt...</title><content type='html'>I came across this recently and had to share his story. I believe it's been around awhile but it is still a good piece of history that everyone should be aware of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt? We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way. Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc. They had one son, Jack. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt. Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout. After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name.  She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock. Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Lodza Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials. The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt", you can correct them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crock O. Schitt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-1657103723926886981?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/1657103723926886981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=1657103723926886981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1657103723926886981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1657103723926886981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/origins-of-mr-jack-schitt.html' title='The Origins Of Mr. Jack Schitt...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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-7777180065279333845.post-834863310713515315</id><published>2008-10-20T09:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:33:43.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughtiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sex with vacuums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>101 Uses For A Vacuum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Swan Creek Township, Michigan, man jailed for activity at car wash"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple troubling tidbits that were left out of &lt;a href="http://www.mlive.com/saginawnews/news/index.ssf/2008/10/swan_creek_township_michigan_m.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Had the vacuum reached age of consent before providing sexual favors to the 29 year old horndog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Will the 911 call be released to the public in which a concerned caller rats out the perpetrator. I think there may be a little bit of jealousy going on here. Could this possibly be a love triangle gone bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Was the police officer wearing Green Bay Cheesehead slippers so as to not be heard whilst stalking the alleged criminal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think the most disturbing thing about this is that someone actually got up at 6 am and went to go and vacuum their car. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, he did actually save some money. You'd think a professional would have charged him around $30.00 for the knob job and the vacuum was only about $1.50. This tough economy is hitting us all where it hurts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-834863310713515315?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/834863310713515315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=834863310713515315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/834863310713515315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/834863310713515315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/101-uses-for-vacuum.html' title='101 Uses For A Vacuum...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-390641945440871135</id><published>2008-10-13T09:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:42:56.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughtiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slutty McSluts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainwrecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you get what you pay for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><title type='text'>Does This Herpes Sore Make Me Look Fat?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Prostitution has not suffered drop-off despite economic meltdown"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Who would have known that donut punching with a professional was not hit by the economic crunch? Seems to me that I am slaving away in the wrong field according to &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/money/2008/10/11/2008-10-11_prostitution_has_not_suffered_dropoff_de.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture says it all. If you look at the knees of the depicted women, you will notice scuff marks and scars, a sure sign that they are, as stated, "still busy" during these &lt;em&gt;hard...hard...hard&lt;/em&gt; economic times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the one girl's bit of wiz-dumb imparted upon the reader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If men are horny, they're going to come in here." - Um...no shit. I would never have thought that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sadie admits her business has suffered a bit in the fiscal crisis. Some clients are cutting back on their spending, and some aren't returning, she said." - Another reason for this could be that you aren't that good in bed...even with the discounted rate. Some pervs do have standards you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With the economy the way it is, how is my son going to get a loan? And he's going to finish college." - I think she meant, "How is he going to finish college?" Here's a thought: Have&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; get a fucking job and get the mattress detached from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom loves me but I can guarantee that she wouldn't have gone out and gave head for my chemistry 101 textbook and the required lab goggles. Sounds to me like she is using her son as an excuse or she is truly so stupid that she hasn't ever heard of federal student loans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-390641945440871135?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/390641945440871135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=390641945440871135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/390641945440871135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/390641945440871135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/does-this-herpes-sore-make-me-look-fat.html' title='Does This Herpes Sore Make Me Look Fat?...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-1307489749397953833</id><published>2008-10-13T08:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:14:05.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who knew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh no you didn&apos;t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Sounds Like A Move In A Square Dance..."Swing Your Chicken 'Round And 'Round"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Rabbi Alleges Threat Over Chicken Ritual"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still laughing my ass off as I type this post. The following article (from the &lt;a href="http://www.washintgtonpost.com/"&gt;http://www.washintgtonpost.com/&lt;/a&gt; website) is seriously one of the best tidbits that I have read in a very long time. Not because of the writing, but of the imagery it produces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YOM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KIPPUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbi Alleges Threat Over Chicken Ritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City police are investigating a rabbi's complaint that threatening e-mails were sent in connection with the slaughter of chickens to atone for sins before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kippur&lt;/span&gt;, the Jewish Day of Atonement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbi Shea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hecht&lt;/span&gt; of the National Committee for Furtherance of Jewish Education says the e-mails were sent by supporters of a &lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/"&gt;People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals&lt;/a&gt; campaign opposing the ritual, known as &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/kapparot"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kapparot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He says some people added threatening and anti-Semitic comments to an online PETA form letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brooklyn-based Jewish organization slaughters about 4,000 chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PETA spokesman says the ritual is abusive and unnecessary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the definition of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kapparot&lt;/span&gt;" you will see that it's basically someone swinging a chicken around in the air and chanting. The poor thing is probably freaking out shitting all over the place. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! This combined with the imagery of some PETA zealot sitting at a computer typing death threats cracks me the fuck up. The ritual sounds kinda ridiculous to me but what is even more ridiculous is the PETA person getting all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;crazazy&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hazazy&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder if they eat the chicken after getting it all dizzied up? Someone will have to let me know about that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-1307489749397953833?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/1307489749397953833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=1307489749397953833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1307489749397953833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1307489749397953833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/sounds-like-move-in-square-danceswing.html' title='Sounds Like A Move In A Square Dance...&quot;Swing Your Chicken &apos;Round And &apos;Round&quot;'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-6971253820480077452</id><published>2008-10-10T09:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:21:47.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Great Balls Of Fire!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Florida Woman Arrested for Burning Husband's Groin, Police Say"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA ha ha! The &lt;a href="http://www.tcpalm.com/news/2008/oct/09/florida-woman-arrested-burning-husband-groin/"&gt;mugshot&lt;/a&gt; that accompanies this story is classic. She looks like she just won the lottery or a free Egg McMuffin in that McDonald's Monopoly Game that's going on right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, that's pretty cold to be burning up your husbands junk and to do it while he was sleeping is even more icy. Then again, maybe she was just done with the abuse the one eyed willie gave her over the years OR MAYBE she was mad because it hadn't been violating her lately. Let this be a lesson to all you men out there; you better give it up to your wife before she boils your lobster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-6971253820480077452?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/6971253820480077452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=6971253820480077452' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/6971253820480077452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/6971253820480077452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-balls-of-fire.html' title='Great Balls Of Fire!...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-4813814474081591063</id><published>2008-10-10T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:07:42.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>My Have Times Changed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"California Girl, 8, Found Hanged From Bunk Bed "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I find disturbing about &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,435523,00.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article is the fact that the girl had a cell phone and a computer and a door that she was able to lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! Where is the parental guidance here? I know that she lived with her grandmother but that shouldn't cloud the fact that she was totally WAY TOO young to be in possession of these devices. Who the hell was she text messaging anyway? I assume her internet use was not monitored either. This is really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was eight we were playing Star Wars in the back yard with sticks as light sabers and old pillow cases as capes. We were not thinking of suicide...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-4813814474081591063?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/4813814474081591063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=4813814474081591063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4813814474081591063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4813814474081591063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-have-times-changed.html' title='My Have Times Changed...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-8302760349985028769</id><published>2008-10-07T09:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:18:34.086-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Silly, Yet Interesting Article...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a title="Major Search Engines Suggest Barack Obama is the Anti-Christ" href="http://politics.popuplace.com/2008/02/07/major-search-engines-suggest-barack-obama-is-the-anti-christ/"&gt;Major Search Engines Suggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; is the Anti-Christ&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across this &lt;a href="http://politics.popuplace.com/2008/02/07/major-search-engines-suggest-barack-obama-is-the-anti-christ/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; this morning (courtesy of Politics.PopuPlace.com) and found it somewhat amusing. I also found it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; in some ways. I've always found Nostradamus an interesting fellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-8302760349985028769?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/8302760349985028769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=8302760349985028769' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8302760349985028769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8302760349985028769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly-yet-interesting-article.html' title='Silly, Yet Interesting Article...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-4805756647511423649</id><published>2008-10-07T08:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:13:21.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Shady...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Ohio Homeless Driven to Polls to Vote &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspected something like &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,433681,00.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/10062008/news/nationalnews/homeless_driven_to_vote_obama_132395.htm"&gt;here also&lt;/a&gt;) was going on during the primaries, as I found it highly coincidental that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; won every single caucus. Shady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more shade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?cid=1222017470356&amp;amp;pagename=JPost%2FJPArticle%2FShowFull"&gt;Ex-generals cry foul over pro-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elections.foxnews.com/2008/10/07/prosecutors-seek-delay-sentencing-tony-reko/"&gt;CHICAGO: Prosecutors seek to delay sentencing for Chicago money man, suggesting felon linked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; has secrets to share.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/africa/article4897758.ece"&gt;Jerome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Corsi&lt;/span&gt;, anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; author, detained in Kenya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-4805756647511423649?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/4805756647511423649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=4805756647511423649' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4805756647511423649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4805756647511423649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/shady.html' title='Shady...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-8012326496956445600</id><published>2008-10-06T16:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:41:24.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afflictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>My First Time...</title><content type='html'>So...I think that I saw my first &lt;a href="http://www.yourhealthconnection.com/topic/adam29809"&gt;prolapsed ass&lt;/a&gt; the other night at the gym. I have previously spoken of the &lt;a href="http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/creepy-old-guys.html"&gt;Creepy Old Guys&lt;/a&gt; at the gym who mysteriously appear in the locker room walking around naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really have no business there as they aren't using the cardio equipment, weight lifting equipment, pool or sauna. They are JUST THERE. Anyway, I digress...Well the other night, one of these blue hairs was walking in this strange sort of awkward shuffle. He wasn't lifting his feet off the floor, just scooting them forward as he "walked", or hobbled if you will. Anyway, he was naked, of course, and as he rounded the corner ever so slowly I happened to look at his ass and saw what looked like his butthole hanging down below his ass cheeks. It was, in the utmost sincerity, one of the most disgusting things I have seen in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still scarred mentally I fear and now am really turned off to the fact that every time I enter that den of horror (the locker room) these crusty looking creatures are going to be there lurking. What's worse is that they sit on the benches in that locker room naked, and if they have these appendages, which almost look like the creatures from Aliens, birthing out of their rectums...Yuck, I can't even finish that sentence but you know what I'm getting at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously wondering what can be done about these weirdos in the locker room...It's so gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-8012326496956445600?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/8012326496956445600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=8012326496956445600' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8012326496956445600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8012326496956445600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-4086204069472417333</id><published>2008-10-03T09:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:05:20.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you get what you pay for'/><title type='text'>Odd Auctions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Odd Online Auctions What would you bid on these items?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are actually kind of funny. I can't believe what people would put up for &lt;a href="http://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/local/southflorida/sfl-odd-auctions,0,7030170.ugcphotogallery"&gt;auction&lt;/a&gt; on Ebay! Some of the items that I considered are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ball of Paper"&lt;/span&gt; - current bid $24.50. I love the tag in the headline "Could it contain the secret of life?". I say possibly... if it was used as a cumrag and now just wadded up. Then again I don't think that you can ship biohazardous material through the mail. Now that I think of this, they need to investigate this so called "Ball of Paper". It could be some type of terroristic Pandora's Box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Empty Popcorn Bag"&lt;/span&gt; - current bid $1.00. I would be weary of this one. You never know where their hands have been. How am I supposed to lick the inside of the bag without that vital piece of information?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"7 Orginal Antique German Human Prosthetic Glass Eyes"&lt;/span&gt; - current bid $38.98. Notice the spelling is wrong in the headline. Now do they mean "original" or is "Orginal" a place in Germany? If so, I would never buy from Orginal, only Berlin glass eyes are acceptable. Maybe Buchanau, only because I know a girl named Heike Gruber from there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"A Cap From A Pen"&lt;/span&gt; - current bid $24.50. What's interesting about this one is that there are actually 2 bids on it. I can totally see this bidding war going nuclear about 5 minutes before the end of the auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gets my wheels turning. I think I have a dust bunny made from cat hair under my bed and of course there's always pug bombs courtesy of Pugsley and Wednesday that I could auction...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-4086204069472417333?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/4086204069472417333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=4086204069472417333' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4086204069472417333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4086204069472417333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/odd-auctions.html' title='Odd Auctions...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-8567652663792862814</id><published>2008-10-02T09:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:57:02.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Update: 'Scuse Me Mz While I Knock You Da Fuk Out!...</title><content type='html'>YES! I WAS TOTALLY RIGHT! The raw footage of the beatdown has just hit the net. And it was all just as I had predicted &lt;a href="http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/scuse-me-mz-while-i-knock-you-da-fuk.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knbc.com/news/17597527/detail.html"&gt;Big Mac attack: Girl gets owned!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how her weave flies all over the place after the fists flew. Classic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-8567652663792862814?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/8567652663792862814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=8567652663792862814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8567652663792862814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8567652663792862814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-scuse-me-mz-while-i-knock-you-da.html' title='Update: &apos;Scuse Me Mz While I Knock You Da Fuk Out!...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-1862806221344821779</id><published>2008-10-02T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:28:57.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rednecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainwrecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afflictions'/><title type='text'>I'll Have The Scrambled Eggs And A Side of Moonshine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Tenn. bus driver accused of DUI with kids aboard"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Christ on a cross! When are these hillbillies going to learn that you &lt;a href="http://www.kwch.com/Global/story.asp?S=9101472"&gt;drop&lt;/a&gt; the kids off before you hit the bottle and not vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how she calmly just strolls out into the center of the street and takes a nap. She couldn't have been that fucked up as she managed to at least pick up all her stops. I can totally see her doing the drunk navigational trick of driving with one eye closed to avoid the old double vision fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want to know is if she had curlers still in her hair and if she actually took her dentures out before she passed out; you know anyone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt; over the age of 15 doesn't have all their teeth, well their own teeth anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-1862806221344821779?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/1862806221344821779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=1862806221344821779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1862806221344821779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1862806221344821779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-have-scrambled-eggs-and-side-of.html' title='I&apos;ll Have The Scrambled Eggs And A Side of Moonshine...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3968164091299867498</id><published>2008-10-01T09:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:23:09.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foiled again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh no you didn&apos;t'/><title type='text'>'Scuse Me Mz While I Knock You Da Fuk Out!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Man Beats Teen Girl Over Who Was First at McDonald's"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what happens when you &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,431163,00.html"&gt;shoot off your mouth&lt;/a&gt; at Mikey D's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you been in line, anywhere (BK, Mickey D's, Disneyland, etc...), and you just wanted to beat the living shinola out of someone in line as well? Kudos to this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that the girl was one of those Bratz doll type little ho's with a sense of entitlement bigger than Clay Aiken at a bathhouse and this guy, most likely a thug because, honestly, who else would be that bold and ig'nant to walk up to the front of the line and start placing their Big Mac order? Anyway, I digress...He probably came up and she started with the chicken head bobbing "No he di'ent" routine and he clocked her. Too bad the Ronald McDonald cam video wasn't released. I think it would make for some great popcorn fare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3968164091299867498?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3968164091299867498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3968164091299867498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3968164091299867498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3968164091299867498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/10/scuse-me-mz-while-i-knock-you-da-fuk.html' title='&apos;Scuse Me Mz While I Knock You Da Fuk Out!...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3784206478211556277</id><published>2008-09-30T09:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:44:38.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Sheniqua, Go And Get Me A Popsicle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Mom tells cops icy bodies in freezer are her kids"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, remind me not to ask this &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/09/29/kids.bodies.freezer.ap/index.html"&gt;psycho&lt;/a&gt; to babysit my pugs in the near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, this is a great way to deter childhood rebellions. Just tell them the story of the freezer fairy and I'm sure they will end up eating their veggies and cleaning their rooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kind of looks like the love child of Jabba the Hut and Krusty the clown from the Simpsons with that weave on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a question: How does one choose the proper shoe for a beating?  Do I go with the steel-toed or the hard-heeled? Or can I use both? And when is it appropriate to involve the cord around the neck or is that for the more advanced course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine how the shit got on her shirt. I like the cut of her jibe though, jumping out of the window all Texas Chainsaw Massacre style and running for the hills. Totally disturbing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3784206478211556277?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3784206478211556277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3784206478211556277' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3784206478211556277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3784206478211556277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/sheniqua-go-and-get-me-popsicle.html' title='Sheniqua, Go And Get Me A Popsicle...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-5199349337503272126</id><published>2008-09-30T09:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:30:02.627-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat asses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liars'/><title type='text'>Lies! Lies! All Lies!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Janet Jackson Hospitalized"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulls &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20229717,00.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; stunt every few years. She goes in for plastic surgery and comes out having "lost weight" from the illness. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Brilliant. What's better is that people fall for it every single time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she'll lose that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt; she performs in concert with as well when she is "released"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-5199349337503272126?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/5199349337503272126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=5199349337503272126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5199349337503272126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5199349337503272126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/lies-lies-all-lies.html' title='Lies! Lies! All Lies!...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-8197412291133877657</id><published>2008-09-30T08:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:23:26.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enough already'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawsuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racial drama'/><title type='text'>WAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Devout Muslim sues Tesco for making him carry alcohol"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1063590/Devout-Muslim-sues-Tesco-making-carry-alcohol.html"&gt;douchebag&lt;/a&gt; needs to get a clue. At this point it doesn't surprise me what these so called "devout" religious donuts will sue for or protest at. And I'm not just talking about Muslims. It's basically all of them: Christians, Catholics, Scientologists, whatever. Unbelievable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world can you not know what in the hell your grocery employer sells? If you are stocking and moving freight, wouldn't you have the fucking sense to look around and see where you are putting that shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Ahmed, of Derby, who is suing the firm for &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;racial discrimination, victimisation and harassment&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; should learn the outcome of the case later this week. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So typical. I suppose the next thing he will sue for is the fact that they made him walk down the same aisle where the bacon was kept. And let's not stop there. How about having to use the same restroom that someone who drank alcohol and maybe ate a ham sandwich used previously, therefore, contaminating him and forcing him to endure undo persecution from pork and hops cooties scarring him for life leaving him unable to perform daily functions in a religiously healthy productive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell a rat and he is probably looking for a nice payout. He sounds like a lazy ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-8197412291133877657?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/8197412291133877657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=8197412291133877657' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8197412291133877657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8197412291133877657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/wah.html' title='WAH!'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-1526905610291372283</id><published>2008-09-26T15:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:05:07.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enough already'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sex with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Hang These Bastards...</title><content type='html'>So, reading today's news articles I have got one thing to say: Any fucking creepy slimeball that fucks kids needs to die. End of story. These bastards are fucking gross, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,428321,00.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; pig. He thinks consent is puberty and the Bible mandates him to diddle little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kktv.com/home/headlines/29745629.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; police officer thinks it's okay to barter sex with little girls through their mothers on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.venturacountystar.com/news/2008/sep/17/nb2sexslavecasebrief17/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; loser kept a 13 year old girl as a sex slave in his MOTOR HOME and raped her every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/Subject-Henry_Germain.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; perv used to give free molestations with the tennis lessons he provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sad thing is the list goes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-1526905610291372283?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/1526905610291372283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=1526905610291372283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1526905610291372283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1526905610291372283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/hang-these-bastards.html' title='Hang These Bastards...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-1878649655768541328</id><published>2008-09-26T15:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:13:02.899-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebags'/><title type='text'>Douchebag!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Nebraska Dad Who Abandoned 9 Children Was Out of Work, 'Overwhelmed"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,428603,00.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; story is completely mind boggling to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but if you were man enough to pork your old lady every God damned day and spit out tons of kids then you should be man enough to take care of them as well. What the fuck is wrong with people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't particularly like to think that it's generally a good idea to enable other people's bad judgements. The safe haven law in that area needs to totally be reexamined and either amended or completely overhauled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous that people are "giving away" their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teen aged&lt;/span&gt; children because they are "overwhelmed". Too bad! Deal with it like every other struggling parent does who can't dump their kids off at the local fire station or hospital. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-1878649655768541328?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/1878649655768541328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=1878649655768541328' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1878649655768541328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1878649655768541328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/douchebag.html' title='Douchebag!...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-2990173946313081428</id><published>2008-09-24T11:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:27:34.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>Where's The Can Of Oust When You Need It?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Man Passes Gas, Charged with Battery on Officer"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cops have the worst job I tell you. They deserve every penny they make. Well, at least the good ones do. The corrupt cops can go and fuck themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One line in this &lt;a href="http://www.wsaz.com/news/headlines/29653059.html"&gt;news story&lt;/a&gt; makes the whole thing a classic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The investigating officer remarked in the criminal complaint that the odor was very strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would think so. The guy was totally drunk. I ask all of you this, "Have you ever smelt a beer keg fart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-2990173946313081428?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/2990173946313081428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=2990173946313081428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2990173946313081428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2990173946313081428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/wheres-can-of-oust-when-you-need-it.html' title='Where&apos;s The Can Of Oust When You Need It?...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3026490039052259922</id><published>2008-09-24T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:02:59.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who knew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot tranny mess'/><title type='text'>No Shit Sherlock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"CLAY: I'M GAY AIKEN"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/09242008/gossip/pagesix/clay__im_gay_aiken_130421.htm"&gt;Duh&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3026490039052259922?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3026490039052259922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3026490039052259922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3026490039052259922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3026490039052259922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-shit-sherlock.html' title='No Shit Sherlock...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-7580292866908538232</id><published>2008-09-24T10:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:04:37.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sporting news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughtiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop news'/><title type='text'>What Are You Doing With That Thing?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Horrific High School Football Hazing Case Shakes New Mexico Town"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for crying out loud, &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,426883,00.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is not that bad of an incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headline makes it seem like the broomsticks were actually stuck up inside of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stinkholes&lt;/span&gt; instead of what was probably just poking at the rim with the broom handle. "Horrific" my ass! Sounds like a regular Saturday night at the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if the coach pulled out his boner and started smacking it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; head, THAT would be horrific...(I'm getting hot and bothered just thinking about that one actually, but I digress...)...They had their fucking shorts on for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chrisakes&lt;/span&gt;! Sounds like another overblown bullshit case of hazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas, NM is a shit hole anyway. They need some sort of entertainment out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if it were possible to stick something up your ass while still having your clothes on, gay bars in America would truly be a site to behold. In fact I might venture out to the dance floor more often...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-7580292866908538232?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/7580292866908538232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=7580292866908538232' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/7580292866908538232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/7580292866908538232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-are-you-doing-with-that-thing.html' title='What Are You Doing With That Thing?...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-6917477398002471329</id><published>2008-09-23T12:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:17:13.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foiled again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airlines'/><title type='text'>Psyched Out...Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Wheelchair on plane bursts into flames&lt;br /&gt;Battery fire causes near disaster on British holiday jet carrying 229 passengers"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how excited I was to read &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/travel/news/article4810663.ece"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one. It had all the makin's for a hearty chuckle or two and then...it turns out there was actually no one sitting in the God damned chair! I HATE these teaser headlines sometimes!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-6917477398002471329?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/6917477398002471329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=6917477398002471329' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/6917477398002471329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/6917477398002471329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/psyched-outagain.html' title='Psyched Out...Again...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-4937990550369933371</id><published>2008-09-23T11:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:01:32.606-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who knew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat asses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Can You Say Pig?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Plan being made to lift 'Bruce' the pig siege: Bruce the pig held woman captive "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the trials and tribulations of having to raise an &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,24389938-421,00.html"&gt;animal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it fascinating that the people actually thought it was rude of the pig to be a total pig when it came to food. What the hell did you think it was going to do? Ask politely for more food and sit at the dinner table with a fork and knife? It's a PIG for crying out loud! Their jobs are to be PIGS. Nothing more and nothing less. Bruce was probably pissed that the bitch was a vegetarian and was in need of some chicken or something meaty, poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious that he so dramatically "held her captive", HA HA HA! I was imagining some pig in camouflage with a bandanna and a machine gun holding up a little old lady for some grub. Some stealth pig hiding behind the outhouse door waiting for granny to drop the kids at the pool, or cesspool in this case. Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this pig reminds me of my pug Pugsley. He can get quite demanding when it comes to food and treats. The poor thing is 38 pounds and the average pug weighs in betwixt 20 and 25lbs. I got my ass reamed by the vet last week about it, but he seems like he is in good spirits and is sprightly and determined so I will let it be for now. When the little bastard starts to bite me and knock on my door at 4am, it's totally Jenny Craig time for his ass...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-4937990550369933371?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/4937990550369933371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=4937990550369933371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4937990550369933371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4937990550369933371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-you-say-pig.html' title='Can You Say Pig?...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-5463163656684439427</id><published>2008-09-22T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:55:42.252-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enough already'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot tranny mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs are bad'/><title type='text'>Girlfriend Needs To Get A Grip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"George Michael apologises for latest drugs bust"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love George Michael and I think he is one of the great songwriters of his generation and even though he did &lt;a href="http://au.news.yahoo.com/a/-/entertainment/5030435/george-michael-apologises-for-latest-drugs-bust/"&gt;apologize&lt;/a&gt; for his latest indiscretion I have one thing to say to him right now, "Get help girl!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know what happened, here's the &lt;a href="http://www.newsoftheworld.co.uk/showbiz/article30505.ece"&gt;dirt&lt;/a&gt; and here's a little &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article1717016.ece"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to suck cock in a public restroom there are some rules to abide by, not that I'm familiar with that kind of blatant cry for help...but I digress. First of all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't be George Michael. They have their eyes on you fool! Stay home or build one of these damn glory holes in your back yard! It doesn't take a genius to figure that one out. You have all the money in the world - Utilize it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Please see #1. That's it. That's all I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-5463163656684439427?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/5463163656684439427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=5463163656684439427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5463163656684439427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5463163656684439427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/girlfriend-needs-to-get-grip.html' title='Girlfriend Needs To Get A Grip...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3508259826983414742</id><published>2008-09-19T08:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:16:06.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs are bad'/><title type='text'>Gas Prices Hitting Everyone Hard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Coke Dealer's Gas Surcharge; Cops: Indiana man passed along rising fuel costs to drug customers"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew &lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2008/0918081gastax1.html"&gt;everyone&lt;/a&gt; was feeling the crunch of the gas prices. I admire this kid's moxie though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the surcharge seems a little "high" to me. $25.00 to deliver some snow? Where the hell was he driving to? Alaska? The good thing is that the price he was selling a quarter for was seriously a good bargain, from what I've been told of course... Must have been cut with rat poison or baby formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't aware that the Starbucks parking lot was such a hotbed of illegal activity. I mean I've seen creepy guys inside of the place looking at questionable pictures on their laptops but I didn't know that you could procure some pick me up right outside the door as well. Seems the suspect changed locations from Starbucks to Bass Pro some time thereafter. Interesting choice. I assume it's a bait shop or some outdoorsy type of store. Maybe he needed some of that catfish stink bait for the crack whores on the next stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3508259826983414742?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3508259826983414742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3508259826983414742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3508259826983414742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3508259826983414742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/gas-prices-hitting-everyone-hard.html' title='Gas Prices Hitting Everyone Hard...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3228340449963605505</id><published>2008-09-17T12:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:13:51.362-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enough already'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace issues'/><title type='text'>She Had It Coming...Probably...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Grandmother rescues woman who was stabbed 20 times by stranger in supermarket attack"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can totally relate to &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1056891/Grandmother-rescues-woman-stabbed-20-times-stranger-supermarket-attack.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; story. Sometimes as I am shopping in the grocery store (well lets face it, shopping anywhere or just being out in public for that matter), I wouldn't mind beating the shit out of some stupid idiot with a pork loin or can of peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless this guy is a total psycho, which is not totally out of the question (it is England you know), she probably did something to piss him off such as taking the last package of Scott toilet tissue or monopolizing the frozen breakfast food section in the cooler...standing there wondering what to buy with the door open...fogging up the damn windows for the next person who in turn won't be able to make out what exactly is in the cooler because they can't see through the glass door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a similar note, I was cut off 3 fucking times in the cafeteria this morning while getting my usual grub for the start of another dull work day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reaching for a cup for my coffee, this inconsiderate bitch cuts right in front of me and takes the cup that I was reaching for. Literally bumping me out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking towards the jam for my bagel another inconsiderate bitch side-steps in front of me as she continues to talk to her friend blocking the condiment area and as I said "Excuse me", she looks at me and reaches for the jam that I am trying to get to. Then the bitch sticks that same jam spreader in the butter bin and spreads it all over the fucking place and then puts it back into the jam. Now, There is globs of butter floating in the grape jelly, yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I am about to check out another inconsiderate bitch runs in front of me to check out first and proceeds to hold up the line because she can't remember what the hell she ordered. So they have to go through her plate and calculate everything. Honestly, I think she was trying to get away with free shit but I am glad the cashier wasn't buying her sudden amnesia. Anyway, she also takes her time "finding" her money to pay for her breakfast causing me to waste more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in reading this article, I can seriously relate to wanting to bludgeon someone in a public place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3228340449963605505?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3228340449963605505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3228340449963605505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3228340449963605505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3228340449963605505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-had-it-comingproabably.html' title='She Had It Coming...Probably...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3136795814152367375</id><published>2008-09-12T08:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:08:03.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you get what you pay for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simply gorgeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those crazy teenagers'/><title type='text'>A True Stink Bomb...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Middle School Girl's Perfume Sends 11 Students, Bus Driver to Hospital "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,421452,00.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is totally retarded, yet quite befitting a mid-schooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been J-Lo's "Glow"...either that or Paris Hilton's "Just Me"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that the vapors were so toxic, the government should look into this fragrance as a chemical weapon. Imagine the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're out for a night on the town or dirty bombing a Afghan village, GLOW from J-Lo"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3136795814152367375?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3136795814152367375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3136795814152367375' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3136795814152367375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3136795814152367375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/true-stink-bomb.html' title='A True Stink Bomb...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-179424498867759761</id><published>2008-09-10T13:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:09:09.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child prodigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>The Shit Hits The Fan...</title><content type='html'>So...It seems that not only is there a thief running around our building stealing shit from others (yesterday someone's lunch was stolen out of the God damn microwave if you can believe that. Add it to the list: My ring, bottles of orange juice, items off of a person's desk) now there is a renegade toilet non-flusher/vandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go into the men's room to relieve myself and just happen to walk into a stall that someone obviously had been in recently - as there was a huge turd circling the calm waters of the porcelain God. But wait! It gets better...This was no ordinary log, no, &lt;em&gt;this one&lt;/em&gt; had (cue mystery sound effects: "dun dun dun!")...hair growing out of it! Yes, that's right, it was a fucking hairy ass brown loaf, right there in the toilet! I was so grossed out I came right back to my desk and grabbed my phone so I could take a picture of this raunchy site. I am debating whether to add this photo to the post as it would certainly ruin my reputation of high brow material but then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This left me thinking, how does one get their shit to grow hair, literally? Several theories abound here in the office (you think I would keep this discovery to myself? Please...). Maybe they like to eat their own hair? Maybe it's an underdeveloped twin that was living inside their colon and was expelled. Maybe it's some type of voodoo ritual? Whatever the case, it's large and mean looking. I just think that judging by the size of the damn thing the owner didn't have the heart to flush it. I'm sure they were in labor for quite a spell and then realized that the act of flushing this being, especially since it had hair, would be too much to bear so they unleashed it upon the next unsuspecting sap who walked in. Unfortunately that had to be me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-179424498867759761?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/179424498867759761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=179424498867759761' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/179424498867759761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/179424498867759761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/shit-hits-fan.html' title='The Shit Hits The Fan...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-505988227315183552</id><published>2008-09-09T09:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:46:20.474-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afflictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Beware The Wind And Don't Go Swimming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"'Bangkok' Wins Box Office Without a Bang"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, what the &lt;a href="http://movies.aol.com/news/story/_a/bbdp/bangkok-wins-box-office-without-a-bang/161862"&gt;hell&lt;/a&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone please tell me what the hell is happening on top of this man's head lately? It seems that every movie he has made in the past few years has him wearing a horrible wig or has his hair dyed this unnatural shade of black/blonde/blue/red/green (take your pick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said this a thousand times and I will say it again: MEN, if your fucking hair is falling out or thinning - JUST SHAVE YOUR HEAD OR GO BALD. KEEP IT SHORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wear a toupee/wig/rug, whatever, you are going to be noticed, immediately. I can tell a rug from a mile away - AND I WILL STARE AT IT. I can't help it. It looks fucking ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get hair plugs, I can also tell. They look even worse! Just accept your fate and at the very least, shave your head if it is that disturbing to you. Stop this madness people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-505988227315183552?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/505988227315183552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=505988227315183552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/505988227315183552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/505988227315183552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/beware-wind-and-dont-go-swimming.html' title='Beware The Wind And Don&apos;t Go Swimming!'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-910149505903364781</id><published>2008-09-09T09:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:31:49.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawsuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you get what you pay for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golddiggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebags'/><title type='text'>Tom Is Going To Be Pissed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Scientologists charged with fraud in France"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/worldNews/idUSL820153620080908?feedType=RSS&amp;amp;feedName=worldNews&amp;amp;rpc=22&amp;amp;sp=true"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; a surprise to anyone with half a brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, if your being recruited for a "church" outside of a train station, or any other station for that matter (bus, train, gas, TV, hot dog...) then the zealots that are hounding you are probably crazy and full of shit. If said zealots are trying to sell you something then add shady to that list. God, or any other deity, doesn't want your money - he/she wants your soul. It's that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Scientologists are a scary species no doubt. It seems that they prey on the weak minded and after they have conquered your mind they go for your wallet. Any industry that makes you pay in order to "move up through the ranks" is either a scam (remember Amway?) or a higher learning institution. The only other place I have been financially raped and sodomized is college and the hell if I'm going to let a space alien do that to me as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is this religion about anyway. As far as I understand, you have to pay a certain amount of money to reach different plateaus of enlightenment within the organization and then you have to aggressively recruit other members in conjunction with the money you are shelling out so they can "donate" as well. The more money these people bring in under you, the higher you go. Sounds like a fucking pyramid scheme to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the videos Toad Cruise made to entice other people to join and he seemed to be somewhat, okay who am&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I kidding, A LOT deluded and really creepy weird. Anyone who is prone to sudden fits of maniacal laughter followed by a dead stare into your eyes is not well. I'm just saying...Anyway I digress...The mere act of viewing these videos turned me off to the program. Besides the test to get in was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;way too long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, so I gave up around question 25...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-910149505903364781?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/910149505903364781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=910149505903364781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/910149505903364781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/910149505903364781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/tom-is-going-to-be-pissed.html' title='Tom Is Going To Be Pissed...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-8437019663075151627</id><published>2008-09-04T08:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:09:36.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enough already'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Creepy Old Guys...</title><content type='html'>I would like to know why there are always old creepy guys haunting the locker rooms at gyms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to a certain gym which will remain nameless (rhymes with &lt;strong&gt;Bally's&lt;/strong&gt;) and there are always these crusty old men walking around naked in the locker room. They are usually wet and have no towel in plain site. They almost remind me of those soggy rats you see on made for television horror movies running around city sewer systems after some apocalyptic catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they are "drying" themselves off with the wall unit air dryers made for your hands. I saw a very wrinkly fellow a few days ago pulling his ass cheeks apart and placing said ass in the airflow of the dryer. Not a pretty sight by any means. He turns around and is combing out his white pubic hair with his fingers in the airflow as well. Wouldn't it be more sanitary to use a towel. Sanitary for me? Like I want to go and use that dryer after this old guy put his fingers in his ass crack and through his pubes all the while adjusting the nozzle on the dryer and pushing the big chrome button to turn it on. I don't want my hand touching that thing after all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like I should say something but don't want to cause a scene. The funny thing is you never see these guys working out. They are just there in the locker room...naked...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-8437019663075151627?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/8437019663075151627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=8437019663075151627' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8437019663075151627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8437019663075151627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/creepy-old-guys.html' title='Creepy Old Guys...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3834490547258915105</id><published>2008-09-04T08:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:52:10.749-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainwrecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Really?...</title><content type='html'>So...I was walking into work yesterday and saw this pregnant chick outside smoking while rubbing her enormous belly. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously she has not read the God damn Surgeon General's warning on the pack which is PLAIN AS DAY. I almost expected her to have one tooth in her head and pull out a flask of her poison of choice right there in the smoker's paradise (the little enclosed area where you are allowed to smoke on site).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was ridiculous is there were about 5 other people out there smoking as well and they were totally ignoring the fact that there was a preggo idiot huffing on a menthol. Literally the pink elephant in the room...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3834490547258915105?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3834490547258915105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3834490547258915105' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3834490547258915105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3834490547258915105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/really.html' title='Really?...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-586144201485750749</id><published>2008-09-02T13:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:06:06.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace issues'/><title type='text'>A Dedication...</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;douchebag&lt;/span&gt; that stole my ring at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you die a painful and slow death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Maybe falling into an industrial size meat grinder and having my ring get caught in the grinding mechanism making it lurch and go all the more slower than it already does.&lt;br /&gt;...Or maybe my ring will get caught in the washing machine while it's still on your finger during the spin cycle and rip your arm off in the ensuing melee of spin action.&lt;br /&gt;...Or maybe you choke on it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; as you shove that ham &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt; into your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;piehole&lt;/span&gt; and it falls off as you inhale the food.&lt;br /&gt;...Or maybe you get the shit beat out of you by the person robbing you for that same ring when they see how nice it looks.&lt;br /&gt;...Or maybe you overdose on the crack you bought from selling my ring at the local pawn shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, you deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-586144201485750749?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/586144201485750749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=586144201485750749' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/586144201485750749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/586144201485750749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/09/dedication.html' title='A Dedication...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-6578852676521488679</id><published>2008-08-21T09:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:02:40.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainwrecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Stinkbomb Takes It Up A Notch...</title><content type='html'>So...I have been telling you about the disgusting creature I call "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stinkbomb&lt;/span&gt;" who is always in Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; Pain in the mornings, right? Well today he really outdid himself. He must have been inspired by the Olympics because he went for the gold today, or the "brown" in his case (that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;foreshadowing&lt;/span&gt; for all you not in the know...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I walk in and immediately am hit with the stench of body cheese and unwashed hair. I look to my left and  surprise surprise, it's that pig &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stinkbomb&lt;/span&gt;. The smell today was even more ripe than usual and as I headed for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; making station 2 women come in and rather loudly say "God, it stinks in here". I politely informed then that they had just walked past the culprit and they both turned and looked in disgust at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disheveled&lt;/span&gt; bastard reading the USA Today by the window. The one lady comments that she thought it was food gone bad; I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish making my coffee (6 sugars and light cream), pick up my poppy seed bagel and head to the counter to check out. As my bagel is toasting I notice that SB has this weird look on his face and gets up really quick, grabs his bag and literally runs to the bathroom. As he speeds past me I get the ungodly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whiff&lt;/span&gt; of the most putrid odor wafting through the air. It is then that I realize that he must have just shit his pants...right there in the cafe...in front of everyone...on the chair...The place smelled like someone just changed 500 dirty diapers on a table in the middle of all the hustle and bustle. The manager was making a sandwich and must have smelt the aroma because he looks up really fast to see the bathroom door swing shut and grimaces. I grab my now toasted bagel and get the fuck out of Dodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God tomorrow is our last day in this building...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-6578852676521488679?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/6578852676521488679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=6578852676521488679' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/6578852676521488679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/6578852676521488679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/stinkbomb-takes-it-up-notch.html' title='Stinkbomb Takes It Up A Notch...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-8340174195289789543</id><published>2008-08-20T08:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:54:39.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Way Too Bizarre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Corpse Kept Upright for 3-Day Wake"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/article/corpse-kept-upright-for-3-day-wake/140572?icid=100214839x1207813271x1200435140"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is just way too creepy for my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the guy was really young so why would he already be planning his wake so early in life? He must have been doing something he shouldn't have been and knew that it would eventually catch up with him. I don't know of any 24 year old that is making these kind of requests and bizarre ones at that. And to be found dead under a bridge only brings more questions as to what the activities he was participating in were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something really disturbing about seeing that body propped up in the corner like that. The closed eyes, the poutty lips, the pancake make-up and the hunch in his back all combined make him look artificial. You would at least think they would dress him in some decent burial attire. He looks like he is on his way to a fucking 50 Cent concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weren't there any health concerns related to a dead body being in that position out in the open like that for three days? You would think that the fluid in the body would migrate to the feet and begin to spill out onto the floor. A very disgusting thought but one that deserves MAJOR consideration. I couldn't imagine having lost my child and then having to clean up the mess that was left on the floor after the wake. Seems to me that there would be serious biological issue to contend with and the safety of the living should have been taken into consideration before the wishes of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the comments left on the article states, "This seems more like a grieving mothers last wish, "Make him look as alive as possible."... by Susique333 " and I would have to agree with them. It seems like the mother couldn't deal with her child dying and this may have been a last ditch effort to immortalize him in some sick way. Her last image of him being there at a gathering standing around with all the other guests. So sick the way the mind works in times of distress...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-8340174195289789543?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/8340174195289789543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=8340174195289789543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8340174195289789543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8340174195289789543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/way-too-bizarre.html' title='Way Too Bizarre...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3655608779008882807</id><published>2008-08-19T15:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:44:02.222-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>On To The Next Dramatic Issue...</title><content type='html'>Now that Michael Phelps has fulfilled his prophecy of taking over my television, newspaper and online content with his bad teeth I suppose the country will go through a little withdrawal until the end of day and move onto the next big bullshit topic...Who is Obama picking to run on his losing ticket with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say that I am bitter that this country is easily swayed with fancy talk and glitter but what's irked me more is that I wanted to like this guy but he seems to already be a bought and paid for and I totally became turned off. Anyway, I digress...So after he picks his "running mate" I suppose that will be the topic of conversation until McCain does the same thing and the conventions are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems weird that I am young enough to remember times where my biggest concern was what to wear to school and who my favorite band was and old enough now to worry about where this country and my money are headed to. Times like these make me want to go to Dairy Queen and drown myself in a Hawaiian Blizzard with Oreo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3655608779008882807?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3655608779008882807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3655608779008882807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3655608779008882807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3655608779008882807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-to-next-dramatic-issue.html' title='On To The Next Dramatic Issue...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3699147909364450922</id><published>2008-08-13T08:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:31:28.163-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sporting news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enough already'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>Overexposed...</title><content type='html'>If I hear one more God damn thing about Micheal fucking Phelps I swear I am going to commit suicide by jumping in front of the first commuter train that comes into the local station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the media give this guy any MORE coverage? Seriously? I mean it's not like there are other athletes there in Beijing or anything. It's not like I haven't heard every little factoid on his life. I want more! Please oh please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh at how every aspect of this guy's life is scrutinized, dissected and spun in ways to make it appear that he was on some collision course with destiny and how he is this great embodiment of the athletic ideal in the pool and out. How every American should aspire to be like Phelps. We should all bow to the alter of Michael and sacrifice our first born in his honor. YET, everyone of these diatribes and homages fail to mention his drunk driving arrest after the last Olympics. Typical of the American media...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3699147909364450922?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3699147909364450922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3699147909364450922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3699147909364450922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3699147909364450922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/overexposed.html' title='Overexposed...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-305935530136477459</id><published>2008-08-12T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:54:29.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you asked for it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you get what you pay for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot tranny mess'/><title type='text'>Curiosity Will Always Get You In Trouble...</title><content type='html'>So I'm listening to some Podcasts yesterday on my iPod and one of them had mentioned sex reassignment surgery or SRS as it is more commonly known. Unfortunately, that got the wheels turning in my head and I decided that it might be a good idea to see if I could find something online with pictures of the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began my search of course by typing in "MTF vagina pictures" on Google and hit the images link and get a few pictures that pop up. Nothing too bad. I continue to nose around and am directed to another website about cosmetic surgery and there I am able to see before and after pictures of not only SRS but of &lt;a href="http://www.reference.com/search?r=13&amp;amp;q=Vaginoplasty"&gt;vaginoplasty&lt;/a&gt; and of course the ever popular boob jobs. I also see some pictures of a Female to Male surgery result and what they describe as a "penis" looks like something that was caught in a meat grinder, but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After viewing the pictures, I feel a sense of accomplish as I had set out to find pictures and had, but I still felt that I wanted more. Then I think to myself, "I wonder if they ("they" being the Gods of the internet) actually have a surgery that I could watch online?" Don't ask me why I decided to look this up (I was already asked that last night) as I have no good explanation but I do tend to have a morbid sense of curiosity and feel comfortable blaming my actions on that. After a few brief moments of searching through what seemed like several bogus videos that didn't actually show anything interesting I came across &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdAOqAVUqrY"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: VERY GRAPHIC! IF YOU HAVE A PENIS, SLIGHT DISCOMFORT AND SQUIRMING WILL ENSUE&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: BRUTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was all over and I had the feeling that my balls were in my throat. They literally had run into my body and were hiding from the horror that was unfolding on the screen. Something about a pair of scissors and a knife near my jubblies (a word meaning genitals, Thanks Wanda Wisdom!) makes me feel ill at ease. I must admit the end result was impressive but the toll for the road to that ending was way too high a price in my book. Not that I had ever thought of doing that, but any type of surgery "down there" would be traumatic I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I could have lived without the image of having seen some guy's hoo-hoo turned into a haa-haa, but it was educational I think (at least I'm trying to tell myself that)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-305935530136477459?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/305935530136477459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=305935530136477459' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/305935530136477459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/305935530136477459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/curiosity-will-always-get-you-in.html' title='Curiosity Will Always Get You In Trouble...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-8864742401121804492</id><published>2008-08-11T08:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:13:44.356-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sporting news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simply gorgeous'/><title type='text'>Opening Ceremony...</title><content type='html'>Say what you want about the Chinese and their politics but I am certain of one thing, they can put on a fucking awesome show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That opening ceremony of the Olympics on Friday was the best one I had ever seen. What's even more amazing is the fact that most of the effects were done by hundreds of people working in unison and not machines, like the boxes that created the wave effects or the water droplets that rolled out from a central point. Totally incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costumes were intricate and attention to detail was not spared. The colors vivid and stunning. Even the hand movements of the dancers were synchronized beautifully. Every last detail thought out and executed perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been so exciting and awesome to be a part of that audience that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-8864742401121804492?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/8864742401121804492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=8864742401121804492' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8864742401121804492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8864742401121804492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/opening-ceremony.html' title='Opening Ceremony...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-1683850608335796730</id><published>2008-08-08T08:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:43:16.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Do You Smell That?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Adult diapers litter Houston freeway, cause traffic troubles"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.khou.com/topstories/stories/khou080807_jj_adult_diaper_truck_turnover.2279613d.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; story had so much potential...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the headline you would think that someone was littering the highway with used Depends Undergarments or Poise Pads. I had visions of some disgruntled "care giver" from some nursing home or hospice that was really pissed off, maybe even one of those hardcore bitches that beat up the old people when they pee the bed, throwing these things out the window everyday on her way home from work; the debris just piling up day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then people started to notice a swarm of flies brewing just over the shoulder of the road. Was it a dead body possibly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone had been murdered and the body left there on the side of the road to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there was some type of toxic leak from the city sewer system that was pooling there in the ditch causing any lifeforms that had the misfortune to come into contact with it to mutate and become rabid creatures in search of human flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone in one of those motorized wheelchairs hit a rock and tipped over onto the shoulder and rolled down the embankment, lying there unconscious. They possibly awoke with amnesia and didn't know where they were and just sat there, wasting away as the hours, days and months past by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was some portal into another dimension that was transporting intelligent life into our world to take us over and enslave the masses. What could be causing all those flies to gather like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no. It turns out that some idiot driver tipped his truck over making a turn. He was probably going too fast. But the real tragedy of this story is that the diapers weren't even used...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-1683850608335796730?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/1683850608335796730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=1683850608335796730' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1683850608335796730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1683850608335796730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-smell-that.html' title='Do You Smell That?...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-5864196470280432538</id><published>2008-08-07T08:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:37:56.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebags'/><title type='text'>Ahhh, The Grocery Store...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"20 Most Annoying Things at the Grocery Store"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.walletpop.com/specials/most-annoying-things-at-the-grocery-store?icid=100214839x1207035997x1200367291"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; another interesting article from WalletPop. 20 things that piss you the fuck off at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading this, I was brought back to the days of my old neighborhood here in Hartford, CT. Actually, since I just moved it would have been within the last month but who's counting...Anyway, all of the irritating habits and situations listed here could be found ALL THE TIME in ANY AISLE! Being that the nearest grocery store was basically near one of the worst parts of town (think about that old man who was run over and left in the street while people walked by), you get to experience some of the worst attitudes and manners outside of NYC and Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to agree with #5 "express lane abuse". But what kills me even more is when this occurs and the cashier doesn't say shit to the offender. A simple "I'm sorry, this is the express lane", would suffice. But, alas, they usually do nothing. I was in line once in said grocery store and the person brought 2 shopping carts into the express lane. Yes, 2! I was totally ripped as it was and when the cashier just rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and started to scan their items - I lost it. I simply asked the person if they were aware of the 10 items or less sign right in front of them and the response was, "Yo no hablo inglés." After hearing that I figured it was probably not a battle that I was going to win so I ate crow and waited my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I did not see on the list and seems to be running rampant is "People who don't know how to use the electronic/payment pad". I don't know what world these people have been living in for the past 10 years, but everywhere you go these days payment pads abound. Do you buy liquor? Payment pad. Do you rent movies? Payment pad. Do you buy clothes at Wal-Mart? Payment pad. You &lt;em&gt;have to have used&lt;/em&gt; one or two somewhere sometime prior to coming into the grocery store today. Some people even act like they don't even know how to swipe the damn card through the machine. Even though there is a picture and arrow showing you which side to swipe and what direction, it obviously is too much for some people to handle. Then of course the simple act of remembering their PIN number can be a test of wills and patience. God forbid if they need some cash back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crying kids are annoying yes, but what's worse is the mother of said kid going all ghetto on the child. Here at previously mentioned grocery store, not only will the parents scream back at their kids but they will also string a nice clustering of obscenities into the tirade. I can't tell you how many times I've heard "shut da fuck up" or "I gon kick yo fucking azz" drifting on the air over the shelves from the next aisle. The parenting seems to be measured in how loud they can yell and scream at the kid. The louder and more offensive, the better. Whatever happened to dignity people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another item that wasn't covered are the people who are on the cell phone the whole time they are in the store. From the time they set foot in that door until the time they leave, whether it be shopping for food, roaming the aisles or checking out (which really sucks), they are on that phone come hell or high water. Excuse me? You want me to pay for this shit I brought up here right now? How dare you interrupt my phone conversation. I was telling my baby daddy about that bitch in aisle 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a side note observation: I'm not going to say ALL of the people because that would not be accurate but MOST of the people are paying with an EBT card (food stamps) yet they have the most expensive phone, their nails are done exquisitely, they have the good wigs (real human hair probably) or weaves and the name brand clothes. I don't have money for food, but I have money for my nails and hair! Nice to see our taxes are going to good use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the combo offenses as well: the screaming profane mother on the phone who forgot their PIN number. Yep, I'm going to miss that store. Good times, good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-5864196470280432538?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/5864196470280432538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=5864196470280432538' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5864196470280432538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5864196470280432538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahhh-grocery-store.html' title='Ahhh, The Grocery Store...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-1954944091321960680</id><published>2008-08-06T08:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:15:41.857-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebags'/><title type='text'>Driving Woes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Latest excuse for driving 80 mph in wrong lane? Texting"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/26266034.html?location_refer=Error"&gt;Texting&lt;/a&gt; and driving? Can you say stupid idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting combination of idiot actions here. It's bad enough to not pay any attention to the road because you are text messaging your girlfriend sweet nothings in her phone (allegedly, maybe he was breaking up with her? Maybe she was a he and he was his boyfriend? Who the hell knows...) then you add on the fact that you are drunk makes it even more ridiculous. Then you add driving down the wrong lane of traffic at 80 miles an hour to the recipe and you have the makin's for a big ol' mess on the road. Most likely your splattered head on the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do think that people are way too distracted on the roads these days. If it is not cell phones, it's your iPod. If it's not your iPod it's your DVD player. If it's not your DVD player it's your navigation device. If it's not that it's you picking your nose and so on...Whatever happened to the fucking radio and getting directions before you left the damn house? Is it too much to ask that you take the 2 minutes you need to look up the directions or make that VERY IMPORTANT phone call or watch that Miley Cyrus movie before you leave the fucking house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do we need a DVD player above the dashboard of a vehicle. Isn't that just inviting the prospect of a severe flaming inferno of a head-on crash to happen? I suppose next we'll have to wear weird glasses or some sort of headgear to watch 3-D movies while we drive. One's that allow us to split our vision in half- one eye on the road and one eye on the yo-yo that goes up and down in the movie (a regular 3-D go to effect). Perhaps then, someone will invent a device that splits our attention as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were driving to go out to eat and I saw this women with a fucking Whopper in one hand, a cigarette in the other and her head cranked to the side holding the cell phone to her ear oh and yes -  SHE WAS DRIVING AT THE SAME TIME! The only thought that came to mind was that this is why people get killed on the roads. This is why our insurance rates are astronomical. If she had to make a sudden stop what was she going to do? Throw down the burger, stomp out her cigarette and put the person on hold first? Amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit there is one thing that garners my attention every time I see it and that is someone so wrapped up in fishing that big ass booger out of their nose they lose all sense of reality and forget that they are on the road. I guess the only reason why I am watching is to see if they eat it. And sometimes I'm not disappointed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-1954944091321960680?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/1954944091321960680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=1954944091321960680' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1954944091321960680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1954944091321960680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/driving-woes.html' title='Driving Woes...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-5818430453396024165</id><published>2008-08-05T07:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:09:45.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literary classics'/><title type='text'>Literary Classics #1...</title><content type='html'>In an effort to bring some culture, refinement and taste into my life, I have decided to read a literary classic every few months...or at least try to anyway. The first book I have chosen is the 1978 classic &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mommie-Dearest-Christina-Crawford/dp/0966336909/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217939983&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Mommie Dearest&lt;/a&gt; by Christina Crawford about her life as a child of Academy Award winning actress and mother Joan Crawford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, what a bitch! I'm only through the first 7 chapters and already she's throwing the beat down on her kids left and right. Some of the juicy tittybits are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan liked to use what's called a "sleep safe" when tucking her kids into bed at night, which basically is a straitjacket with loops to strap the damn kid to the bed, face down no less, during bedtime. They are not allowed to move from the bed for any reason throughout the night. If you had to piss, shit or vomit - too bad. Hold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan would conduct "night raids" on her children's bedrooms. You were subject to an "inspection" at any hour of the night, usually between the hours of 12am and 2am, of your bedroom and anything else that you may or may not have responsibility for. This usually involved her destroying your shit and making you clean it up. During the raids you were also subject to getting beat upside the head with a can of Bon Ami (like Comet) scouring powder repeatedly. Oh, and by the way, you had to clean that up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any man that Joan porked, you had to call "Uncle". And you had better make them a drink and entertain them if she wasn't ready to come downstairs, which was all the time. Christina probably could have had her bartending license at age 9. Actually, so could I but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff was scared to death of Joan and would rat each other out in order to stay out of trouble. If there were no issues for a few days, she would punish everyone for not tattling on each other as there was no possible way that someone was not doing something behind her back at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd make some of her devoted fans clean her house, LOL! I actually liked this one. I call that ingenuity and she called it cutting costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a real page turner to me. I hope the rest of the book is as good as the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-5818430453396024165?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/5818430453396024165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=5818430453396024165' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5818430453396024165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5818430453396024165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/literary-classics-1.html' title='Literary Classics #1...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-2015193234117261524</id><published>2008-08-04T08:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:22:52.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Not Tonight Honey, My Head Hurts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Man Beheads Girlfriend in Greece, Fled in Patrol Car"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief, how many of these &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,396703,00.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beheadings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are going to pop up now? First &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/08/02/canada.bus.stabbing.ap/index.html?iref=newssearch"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one and now another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that it was such a popular method in which to murder and violate your victim's body. I  would have thought a simple shooting or poisoning with deadly nightshade would suffice. Apparently, that is much too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gauche&lt;/span&gt; for these individuals. At least each one put their own spin on the deadly affair. The Canadian bus rider thought it would be fun to eat his victim right there in the aisle while the Greek guy beheaded the dog as well and then threw his girlfriends' head in a patrol car and went for a nice Sunday stroll through the city running over motorcyclists to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sick note, I found the last line of this FOX News story: "&lt;em&gt;As the police fired at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arvanitis&lt;/span&gt; to stop him, a stray bullet hit a woman bystander, injuring her slightly, police said.&lt;/em&gt; ", completely hilarious. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This would totally be my luck. Getting struck by a stray bullet that was meant for a psychotic head chopping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NASCAR&lt;/span&gt; reject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this mode of, shall we say, elimination, I would think it's probably not the best way to handle things. Not to get gross or anything because I am a VERY PROPER type (cough), I think it would be entirely too messy for my taste. In my case, I'd probably want to kill MYSELF halfway through the deed from being sick to my stomach. Disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this is the last of the head severing we'll hear about, for awhile at least...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-2015193234117261524?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/2015193234117261524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=2015193234117261524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2015193234117261524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2015193234117261524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-tonight-honey-my-head-hurts.html' title='Not Tonight Honey, My Head Hurts...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-2973730865232028611</id><published>2008-08-01T09:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:50:00.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rednecks'/><title type='text'>As Long As We Are On The Redneck Theme...</title><content type='html'>ARKANSAS STATE RESIDENCY APPLICATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: ________________ (_) Billy-Bob (last) (_) Billy-Joe (_) Billy-Ray (_) Billy-Sue (_)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy-Mae (_) Billy-Jack (_) Billy-Jefferson (Check appropriate box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: ____ Sex: ____ M _____ F _____ N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe Size: ____ Left ____ Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: (_)Farmer (_)Mechanic (_)Hair Dresser (_)Unemployed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spouse's Name: __________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship with spouse: (_) Sister (_) Brother (_) Aunt (_) Uncle (_) Cousin (_) Mother (_) Father (_) Son (_) Daughter (_) Pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of children living in household: ___ Number that are yours: ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Name: ____________ Father's Name:___________ (If not sure, leave blank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education: 1 2 3 4 (Circle highest grade completed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you (_)own or (_)rent your mobile home? (Check appropriate box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Total number of vehicles you own ___ Number of vehicles that still crank ___ Number of vehicles in front yard ___ Number of vehicles in back yard ___ Number of vehicles on cement blocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firearms you own and where you keep them: ____ truck ____ bedroom ____ bathroom ____ kitchen ____ shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model and year of your pickup: ___________194_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers/magazines you subscribe to: (_)The National Enquirer (_)The Globe (_)TV Guide (_)Soap Opera Digest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Number of times you've seen a UFO ___ Number of times you've seen Elvis ___ Number of times you've seen Elvis in a UFO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you bathe: (_)Weekly (_)Monthly (_)Not Applicable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color of teeth: (_)Yellow (_)Brownish-Yellow (_)Brown (_)Black (_)N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand of chewing tobacco you prefer: (_)Red-Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far is your home from a paved road? (_)1 mile (_)2 miles (_)don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-2973730865232028611?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/2973730865232028611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=2973730865232028611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2973730865232028611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2973730865232028611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-long-as-we-are-on-redneck-theme.html' title='As Long As We Are On The Redneck Theme...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-4434812216670668625</id><published>2008-08-01T09:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:45:36.701-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rednecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace issues'/><title type='text'>Future Workman's Comp Claim?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Alleged thief stuck under trash bin for 12 hours "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/handout-photo-released-Thursday-July-31-2008-Dillon-County-Sheriff/photo//080731/480/aaced223f5b4467f97fec0010e825541//s:/ap/20080801/ap_on_fe_st/odd_stuck_suspect;_ylt=ArwgS1uRv5f5EYotaP7lt_AuQE4F"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt; that accompanies this &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080801/ap_on_fe_st/odd_stuck_suspect;_ylt=Ak3RRLhKZdMWKxrTRfPF9ivtiBIF"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; from Yahoo News. A classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a redneck day here at Tittybits I suppose, ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the quote at the end of this masterpiece, "&lt;em&gt;It was right disgusting," he said. "I wouldn't be under there&lt;/em&gt;." I can only agree 100% with that statement. Can you imagine what kind of critters and yuck reside under those damn bins? There has got to be traces of shit, piss and vomit down there and I'm not talking about your favorite hooker's panties either! Makes me totally nauseous, so gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guy was under there at least 12 hours for about $10.00 worth of copper. That works out to roughly $.83 an hour. And with the severe "working conditions", it hardly seems like the job was worth the effort. Perhaps a career change to, oh, let's say, picking cans and bottles off the sides of the highway or from supermarket dumpsters would be in order. It certainly would be at least a lateral move if not a  step up from face down garbage munching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what in the hell is that green shit on the bottoms of his shoes? The answer may be something that I really don't want to know but the mystery will surely keep my mind occupied for the next few minutes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more redneck jokes for your pleasure (come on, I know you like these):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you know the toothbrush was invented by a redneck?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because it would have been named a teethbrush if someone else had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a bunch of tractors parked in front of a McDonald's on Friday night in Iowa?&lt;br /&gt;A: Prom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-4434812216670668625?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/4434812216670668625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=4434812216670668625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4434812216670668625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4434812216670668625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/future-workmans-comp-claim.html' title='Future Workman&apos;s Comp Claim?...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3796824889181543006</id><published>2008-08-01T08:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:10:46.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rednecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain sad'/><title type='text'>Momma, Daddy Dun Blow'd Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Conway Man Dies Tampering With Electric Meter"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was a &lt;a href="http://www.katv.com/news/stories/0708/540293.html"&gt;bad idea&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story just screams redneck from head to toe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A: The name of the "victim" Lonnie Montgomery. The only way this would have been any better is if his name had "Jr." attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B: The scene of the crime, Skunk Hollow Road. This name is pure gold! Reminds me of that Sissy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spacek&lt;/span&gt; movie "The Coal Miner's Daughter". They lived down in the "holler".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit C: The use of jumper cables to power your trailer. Well I can't be quite sure that it was a trailer but I do have to give him the benefit of the doubt. I digress...Who else would have the ingenuity and sheer genius intellect to think that a pair of jumper cables would be sufficient in directing massive electrical current into your home from a meter box? Sure, there are a lot of non-hillbillies out there who would do the same thing BUT &lt;em&gt;would they still be clutching the damn thing till the very end I ask you&lt;/em&gt;? No, I didn't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few redneck jokes that I came across recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call 32 Rednecks in one room?&lt;br /&gt;A: A full set of teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What has 132 legs and 8 teeth?&lt;br /&gt;A: The front row of a Garth Brooks concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Letter From A Redneck Mother To Her Son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Son,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm writing this slow 'cause I know you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left. Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within twenty miles of home, so we moved. Won't be able to send you the address as the last Arkansas family that lived here took the numbers with them for their house, so they wouldn't have to change their address.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain and haven't seen 'em since.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only rained twice this week, three days the first time and four days the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coat you wanted me to send to you, Aunt Sue said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a bill from the funeral home, and it said if we didn't make the final payment on Grandma's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;funeral&lt;/span&gt; bill, up she comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About your sister, she had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether if it is a boy or a girl so don't know if you are an Aunt or Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to get him out, but he fought them off playfully, so he drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup. One was driving and the other two were in the back. The driver got out. He rolled down the window and swam to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt;. The other 2 drowned. They couldn't get the tail gate down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more news this time. Nothing much happened. If you don't get this letter, please let me know and I will send another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Ma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3796824889181543006?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3796824889181543006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3796824889181543006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3796824889181543006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3796824889181543006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/08/momma-daddy-dun-blowd-up.html' title='Momma, Daddy Dun Blow&apos;d Up...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-8573038580262551551</id><published>2008-07-31T09:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:39:46.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sporting news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who knew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs are bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Excuse Me Mame, Er...Sir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"The gender trap:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;We're familiar with drug testing for athletes, but officials at the Beijing Olympics will be taking things one stage further and examining competitors whose sex is in doubt. And it is far from being a new problem, as Emine Saner discovers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2008/jul/30/olympicgames2008.gender"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; by Emine Saner, from the Guardian in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually never knew this was so much of an issue that they had to actually "test" women thought to be men competitors. Although, looking back to my younger years as an avid Olympics watcher, I do recall some of the East German team members to be very "butch", shall we say? Who knew that they were being forced to ingest physically altering drugs that also made them somewhat mental, and for some, suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the section on Adolf Hitler, it doesn't surprise me that he would have resorted to such trickery as substituting a male in a female competition in order to give the appearance of Aryan domination and supremacy. Compared to most of the horror he created and stirred up, the shenanigans perpetrated at the Olympics can be considered quite tame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the Polish sprinter goes, wouldn't it have been VERY obvious that her bits and pieces were flopping about as she ran like the wind? Even back then, I think they wore shorts that were, well...short. I assume some serious taping and shellacking had to be done before every race. Wouldn't someone have noticed during all those years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to China. It seems that the more I hear about the Olympics this year, the more I get disturbed about the way they are being conducted. Most likely, the Olympics will probably NEVER be held in a communist country again. There seems to be way to much drama and bullshit associated with the act of fair play and camaraderie between nations. Great lengths seem to be taken to make the air of goodwill the games represent anything but...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-8573038580262551551?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/8573038580262551551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=8573038580262551551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8573038580262551551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8573038580262551551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/excuse-me-mame-ersir.html' title='Excuse Me Mame, Er...Sir...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3915815733241751608</id><published>2008-07-31T08:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:06:26.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aussies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simply gorgeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afflictions'/><title type='text'>Priorities Askew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Designer vaginas blacklisted"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this thong make my &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,24107351-29277,00.html"&gt;pussy look fat&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the Australians. Love 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always amazes me that people will do anything for vanity's sake. Honestly, all vags look the same to me. I would be more worried about the odor it emits than the fact that one beef curtain is lopsided or hangs lower than the other, but to each their own I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really no different than men trying to have their penises enlarged. While the fantasy is to have one that is so large it makes your partner squeal with delight, it not always is the best or most practical thing to possess. I speak from experience. It's my cross that I bear...LOL...A girl can dream, right?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the funniest thing about this is the idiot who brought in a picture of a Brazilian model's hoo-hoo. Maybe I should bring in a picture of Oprah's checking account to my bank and say "Make mine look like that!" also. Funny how people have these unrealistic expectations when it comes to looks and sex. It's been said so many times before that we can make a 90 year old man bone up for up to 4 hours or make tits look like floatation devices but we can't cure the common cold. Seems like our priorities are lost somewhere between the make-up bag and the plastic surgeon's knife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've gotten off my soapbox, I need to come up with a plan for that chemical peel and lipo I've always wanted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3915815733241751608?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3915815733241751608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3915815733241751608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3915815733241751608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3915815733241751608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/priorities-askew.html' title='Priorities Askew...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-2057130038304882500</id><published>2008-07-30T12:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:12:05.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afflictions'/><title type='text'>You Have What?...</title><content type='html'>So I was looking for things to post about yesterday and came across a &lt;a href="http://www.phobiaguide.com/"&gt;phobia&lt;/a&gt; site that was somewhat entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the list of phobias, I saw some that were totally ridiculous. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cacophobia: Fear of ugliness&lt;/span&gt;. Well, if you had this phobia you totally wouldn't last here in my building because there are some ugly mothers wandering these halls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Clinophobia: Fear of going to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Sounds like something made up for the Nightmare on Elm Street franchise. This must be a hoax as it sounds completely ridiculous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Liticaphobia: Fear of lawsuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. The actual paperwork or the idea of a lawsuit? Or the fact that money will be flying out of your account into a lawyers?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Logophobia: Fear of words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.  5 3785 5632 905 7538 257 75 32859?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Plutophobia: Fear of wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Obviously something a Jewish person has never been afflicted with (I kid, I kid)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rhytiphobia: Fear of getting wrinkles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. It's called vanity, hello. This affliction leads to the deadly Botoxaphobia, the fear of your dermatologist going on vacation around your next scheduled injection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like people are trying to come up with diseases to account for being just plain crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-2057130038304882500?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/2057130038304882500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=2057130038304882500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2057130038304882500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2057130038304882500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-have-what.html' title='You Have What?...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-5194251935778089029</id><published>2008-07-30T09:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:50:19.567-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who knew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat asses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Meet "Princess Chunk"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"WHOLE LOTTA LOVE: Meet A 44-Pound Cat: 'Princess Chunk' Awaiting Owner At Camden Shelter"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a &lt;a href="http://wcbstv.com/watercooler/princess.chunk.fat.2.783281.html"&gt;fat cat&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the name Princess Chunk. Sounds like a few queens that I know. Although, if they were misplaced, no one would be looking for them, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that if the owner doesn't come for the cat someone will adopt her...and put her on a diet I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;: I just ran across &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/07302008/news/regionalnews/fat_cat_122221.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post from the NY Post about the cat as well. There are better pictures of the cat here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-5194251935778089029?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/5194251935778089029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=5194251935778089029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5194251935778089029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5194251935778089029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/meet-princess-chunk.html' title='Meet &quot;Princess Chunk&quot;...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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-7777180065279333845.post-4273679576568166727</id><published>2008-07-30T08:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:12:50.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old people'/><title type='text'>Update...Damn, That's An Ugly Bird (Shots Fired)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Body ID'd as priest who flew on party balloons"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/americas/07/29/brazil.flying.priest.ap/index.html"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I wrote about &lt;a href="http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/04/damn-thats-ugly-bird-shots-fired.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; back in April! Poor thing. I wonder what happened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-4273679576568166727?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/4273679576568166727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=4273679576568166727' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4273679576568166727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4273679576568166727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/updatedamn-thats-ugly-bird-shots-fired.html' title='Update...Damn, That&apos;s An Ugly Bird (Shots Fired)...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-4012114912730459776</id><published>2008-07-30T08:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:59:23.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><title type='text'>I'm Burnin' Up, Burnin' Up For Your Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Pennsylvania Baby Sitter Admits to Burning Boys With Cigarette, Iron"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,393902,00.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is one hardcore bitch! Just the kind of sitter some of these kids nowadays need! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering what in the world these kids did to deserve being burnt with a lighter, cigarettes and a freakin' iron! 20 times no less! Whatever it was, you know they aren't going to pull those shenanigans anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they should let this bitch watch over the military guys who killed off their girlfriends/wives. I'm sure they wouldn't get far trying to do this one in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to see a reality show like Big Brother with this chick in the house...And by the way, didn't the parents have a clue as to what kind of person this woman might have been?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-4012114912730459776?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/4012114912730459776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=4012114912730459776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4012114912730459776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4012114912730459776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-burnin-up-burnin-up-for-your-love.html' title='I&apos;m Burnin&apos; Up, Burnin&apos; Up For Your Love...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-2085077700070037924</id><published>2008-07-30T08:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:45:11.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military dumping ground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Here we Go Again, AGAIN!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Arrest Made in Death of Pregnant North Carolina Soldier"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we going to have one of &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,394222,00.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; every week now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote &lt;a href="http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-we-go-again.html"&gt;previously&lt;/a&gt;, WHO THE HELL are they letting into the military? It's becoming a fucking joke. It used to be prestigious and held some air of dignity and respect when someone was active in the military, now it seems that the current crop of recruits are destroying that reputation with stupid ass antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying that the punishment should be more harsh than it currently is but screw that. Why don't they just gas these guys right off the bat. Screw the trial, to hell with the lawyers, just take them directly to the gas chamber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like if your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt; in the military, you better watch your ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the powers that be are doing to try and control and most importantly STOP this behaviour. In all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actuality&lt;/span&gt;, what can be done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-2085077700070037924?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/2085077700070037924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=2085077700070037924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2085077700070037924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2085077700070037924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-we-go-again-again.html' title='Here we Go Again, AGAIN!...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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-7777180065279333845.post-3198443038959095037</id><published>2008-07-29T09:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:29:21.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slutty McSluts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hookers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>If You Feel Something Kicking, Just Aim It To The Left...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Pregnant Prostitutes To Face Charges "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfoxkc.com/myfox/pages/Home/Detail?contentId=7057380&amp;amp;version=1&amp;amp;locale=EN-US&amp;amp;layoutCode=TSTY&amp;amp;pageId=1.1.1"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is totally nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a friend who was preggers and unbeknownst to me, I later discovered that she was "dating" men who had a penchant for distended bellies and breast milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross - I know. We went to high school together and I have since lost touch. Probably for the best actually, LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how one of the women was 8 months pregnant. Can you imagine hiring her and in the middle of whatever you were paying for the water breaks! Very classy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3198443038959095037?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3198443038959095037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3198443038959095037' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3198443038959095037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3198443038959095037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-feel-something-kicking-just-aim.html' title='If You Feel Something Kicking, Just Aim It To The Left...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-7220532023526051718</id><published>2008-07-29T08:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:16:48.437-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way back'/><title type='text'>Ah, The Good Old Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Top 25 Biggest Product Flops of All Time"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.walletpop.com/specials/top-25-biggest-product-flops-of-all-time?icid=100214839x1206441453x1200343056"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was actually a fun article to look through on WalletPop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the good old days when they didn't give a shit what they marketed, as long as it made money. I must admit I did recognize some of these products such as "New Coke", "Crystal Pepsi" , The Edsel and DeLorean automobiles but some of this crap was just plain retarded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the pet water that came in &lt;em&gt;Crispy Beef&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Tangy Fish&lt;/em&gt; flavors. I don't know about you, but I don't think I would want to have fish stink dropped all over the floor after my pugs bury their heads into the water bowl. Since they have that "smashed in face" look, they have to practically dip their heads into the water bowl like they are bobbing for apples when they drink. This of course allows them to drip water all over the place afterward. I guess it would also leave their face smelling fishy as well. Gross. Bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellogg's Breakfast mates...I remember seeing this commercial on TV a few times and I always thought that it was fucking gross. As the article indicates, the thought of warm milk was too much for me to handle. Especially milk that was already in the bowl with the cereal. Was it mushy? I had no idea. Anything that was in a liquid and stayed crunchy was not appealing and I cringed at the thought of what it would do to my stomach. Or my asshole for that matter as I would eventually have to evacuate it. Oh Lord, TMI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earring Magic Ken. He does look WAY gay but I think it would actually sell these days. It looks a lot like &lt;insert&gt;. Besides any self respecting fashionista needs a queen to tell her what not and what to wear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch of Yogurt Shampoo. Sounds totally nasty. It even looks nasty. It seems like they will try anything to see if it sells. Remember &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/84369496@N00/2201900931/"&gt;Body on Tap Shampoo&lt;/a&gt; (thanks to Twitchery on Flickr)? That shampoo with the beer in it? Hey, that actually was good stuff. I remember my mom buying that back in the 70's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's Arch Deluxe. I actually liked that sandwich. I always wondered where that went. And what ever happened to the McRib? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wonder what products that are out there today are going to show up on a list like this in about 10-20 years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-7220532023526051718?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/7220532023526051718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=7220532023526051718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/7220532023526051718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/7220532023526051718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/ah-good-old-days.html' title='Ah, The Good Old Days...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-4928811887648785736</id><published>2008-07-28T09:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:50:08.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>The Dark Knight...A Lackluster Review...</title><content type='html'>So, last night I finally went to see what all the hype was about and purchased tickets for &lt;u&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually excited and had to get tickets for a later showing as all the rest had been sold out. So I get the tickets in my hot little hand and go to T.G.I.Friday's before the show and have a few beers and this Jack Daniels hamburger that actually turned out to be very delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we head out to Wal-Mart and buy our candy there as it's $.88 for a huge box of Juijyfruits, M&amp;amp;M's and Milk Duds as opposed to $5.00 fucking dollars each at the theater for half the amount. We arrive about 20 minutes early for the show and already there is a huge line to get into our particular show. One minute before scheduled showtime, they finally let us in. We get a good seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I did notice was that the previews for the coming attractions all sucked except this one with Ben Stiller and Robert Downey, Jr. which kinda looked funny. Anyway, I digress...So the movie starts and it immediately gets going with the action. I wasn't fully aware of the length of the movie but it seemed to keep my attention for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I didn't see what all the hype was about. It was good but not as great as everyone seems to be touting. Heath Ledger wasn't that good and I couldn't see why he said the character made him crazy because it was a more comical one than scary. Oscar worthy? Ehhhh, I've seen better. One thing that started to get on my nerves was the way Batman was talking. He sounded like he was trying to push out a jammed turd most of the time. At one point I didn't even understand what the hell he had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that it was fine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-4928811887648785736?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/4928811887648785736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=4928811887648785736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4928811887648785736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4928811887648785736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knighta-lackluster-review.html' title='The Dark Knight...A Lackluster Review...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-5380002591589096797</id><published>2008-07-28T08:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:11:20.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughtiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>Yoshi, Did You Bring The Air Pump And The WD-40?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"73-year-old porn star bedazzles Japan's aged"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a 73 year old &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/07/27/japan.porn/index.html"&gt;ding-dong&lt;/a&gt; look like? I shudder at the thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least he is getting paid is all I can say about this one. I like 'em older myself but that's taking it a little further than I would like to venture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of that episode of Sex and the City where Samantha was dating the Jurassic looking old guy and was all into him until she saw his wrinkly saggy ass as he got out of bed naked, ROFL! Ah memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-5380002591589096797?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/5380002591589096797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=5380002591589096797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5380002591589096797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5380002591589096797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/yoshi-did-you-bring-air-pump-and-wd-40.html' title='Yoshi, Did You Bring The Air Pump And The WD-40?...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-5182379067545312522</id><published>2008-07-25T10:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:17:57.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Sick Bastard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"EX-CON GETS LIFE FOR COLUMBIA STUDENT TORTURE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/07242008/news/regionalnews/ex_con_gets_life_for_columbia_student_to_121393.htm"&gt;These&lt;/a&gt; kinds of monsters are real and they are out there people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much shocks me but this came pretty close. The things he did to this poor girl are so gruesome, I would be able to write a few horror novels from that material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he gets his comeuppance in Riker's. I'm sure there are a few people ready to greet him there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-5182379067545312522?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/5182379067545312522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=5182379067545312522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5182379067545312522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5182379067545312522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-bastard.html' title='Sick Bastard...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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-7777180065279333845.post-5800137374794922313</id><published>2008-07-25T09:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:07:42.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainwrecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Interesting Disappearance... Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Missing Florida Girl's Grandmother Panicked Over 'Dead Body' Smell in 911 Call"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,391001,00.html"&gt;body&lt;/a&gt; smell...Hmmm, I wonder what that could have been from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote about &lt;a href="http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-disappearance.html"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; previously, it really is beginning to look like the mother was responsible for the disappearance of little Caylee Marie Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bring us current again from the last update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we last left this saga, the police were interviewing all the acquaintances of the mother Casey. One person had said that they had seen bruises and a mark under the child's eye when they last saw her without actually knowing that the police had a photo of the toddler depicting this same thing as well. Nothing has come of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, the police completed a complete search of the car that Casey Anthony was driving when she was initially found, sans daughter Caylee, and "...&lt;em&gt;they detected the scent of human decomposition in the trunk of a car used by the child's mother&lt;/em&gt;...". They also found strands of hair similar to those of the missing toddler and some dirt in the trunk, which in my mind isn't that out of the ordinary as they could have been on bags or clothing that the child owned or the relatives owned and may have fallen off while going on a trip or through daily errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandmother's response to this was purely comical and down right disturbing, "&lt;em&gt;Do me a favor," the grandmother, Cindy Anthony, said Wednesday. "Put a little piece of pizza or any piece of garbage in your car today and leave it shut up for 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 days in this heat and then come back to me in 19 days and tell me what it smells like." &lt;/em&gt;With that, it's starting to sound like the parents of Casey Anthony are starting to either a) make excuses for their liar daughter or b) cover up something they know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden a "tip" comes in from a women in Orlando, FL who claims to have seen the child boarding a plane with an "older women" in that area. She claims to have spoken with the "abducted" and given the way the child pronounced her name, it was deemed by the family as a "credible" tip. Again, nothing has come of this. The police are saying they have substantial circumstantial evidence relating this to a homicide and the mother has officially become a "person of interest". In other words, they suspect she offed the kid but can't prove it just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the 911 tapes have been released and there are 2 from the grandmother, which thus began the saga of missing toddler Caylee Marie Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first call from the grandmother merely asks that police be dispatched to arrest her daughter Casey for car theft and also for stealing some money. Apparently, she had been missing a month and the car had been towed and recovered. The grandmother also expressed concern that her granddaughter was nowhere in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then called back about an hour later crying, apparently after being informed that the child has also been missing for that same period of time, a month. She goes on to say to the 911 operator, "&lt;em&gt;There's something wrong... I found my daughter's car today, and it smells like there's been a dead body in the damn car&lt;/em&gt;." The 911 operator goes on to speak with Casey herself and that's where the lie regarding the babysitter seems to get started as she goes on to say that the sitter stole the child 31 days prior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a tip that fresh concrete was being poured in the yard around July 4th at the residence of the grandparents but that has also seemed to be either unsubstantiated or completely bogus. The reward has also been raised to $250K for the safe return of the child thanks to a wealthy local business man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this all mean? Sounds like the mother knows exactly what happened to the kid and if hoping the body doesn't get found. She seems to be trying to focus attention away from the area. My bet is the kid is buried in somewhere near the child's grandparents house. Or as I stated before, in a swamp somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-5800137374794922313?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/5800137374794922313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=5800137374794922313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5800137374794922313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5800137374794922313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-disappearance-part-2.html' title='Interesting Disappearance... Part 2'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-6861806385118261313</id><published>2008-07-24T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:53:29.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no news'/><title type='text'>No News Of Interest Today...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm reading my normal online rags and it seems like it's the same shit from yesterday. Maybe there will be something of interest later in the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-6861806385118261313?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/6861806385118261313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=6861806385118261313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/6861806385118261313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/6861806385118261313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-news-of-interest-today.html' title='No News Of Interest Today...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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-7777180065279333845.post-1080483172036300866</id><published>2008-07-23T11:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:42:34.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Rectal Probes On The Horizon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Fliers Complain About X-Rated Security Screenings: TSA Agents Forced Woman To Remove Nipple Rings, Pulled Pants Off Disabled Man"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cbs2chicago.com/investigations/xrated.security.screenings.2.777423.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is totally what it's come to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually see both sides of the coin on this one but there is a key statement in this whole article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;But experts have said it's important to use common sense when balancing security and customer service&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently flew to Florida on vacation and can appreciate the heightened security measures as they are in place to protect everyone on that plane as well as the people on the ground. But there was also some security people who acted like they were the fucking Gestapo. Was very disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for making someone take out their nipple rings, that's just plain stupid. I hope that women sues the shit out of the airline and that specific idiot who made her use pliers to take them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guard who pulled down the old man's pants...If that was me I would have bitch slapped the asshole. Jail or no jail, you don't do that shit right out in the open. Take the guy to a room and then have him pull his pants down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the common sense in all of this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-1080483172036300866?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/1080483172036300866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=1080483172036300866' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1080483172036300866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1080483172036300866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/rectal-probes-on-horizon.html' title='Rectal Probes On The Horizon...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-4392649715716155234</id><published>2008-07-23T11:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:58:06.638-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawsuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social politics'/><title type='text'>Memories...</title><content type='html'>"Teen Sues Teacher for Calling Her Ugly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,389268,00.html"&gt;joys&lt;/a&gt; of high school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see a picture of this kid. Perhaps she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; ugly and a singing telegram might not be the best occupation for her. And she may also be a brat or trouble maker as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt; so eloquently put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again the teacher might be a total asshole. You never know. I'd love to see what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; happened and what led up to the incident...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-4392649715716155234?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/4392649715716155234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=4392649715716155234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4392649715716155234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/4392649715716155234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/teen-sues-teacher-for-calling-her-ugly.html' title='Memories...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3474939651768621625</id><published>2008-07-23T08:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:16:14.372-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><title type='text'>How Do You Say...Stupid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Wiccan Accidentally Stabs Herself in Foot With Sword During Good Luck Ritual"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,389281,00.html"&gt;Dumbass&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like her luck finally ran out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3474939651768621625?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3474939651768621625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3474939651768621625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3474939651768621625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3474939651768621625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-do-you-saystupid.html' title='How Do You Say...Stupid...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-9002691822226739507</id><published>2008-07-22T13:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:39:47.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sex with animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainwrecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Just Plain Gross...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Largest Animal Shelter in U.S. Will House 2 Dogs Trained to Have Sex With Women"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These poor &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,388501,00.html"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just heartbreaking and seriously gross. What the fuck is wrong with people out there? It seems like everyday that goes by, the crazier people get. WHO THE HELL would train their dogs to have sex with them? Apparently these people did, but I'm wondering if they are actually right in the head. Dirty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for the kid that originally found the recorded tapes showing HIS OWN MOTHER  fucking the dogs. I'll tell you, if that was me who saw that kind of stuff involving my own mother I would seriously question my own origin. Every thing you knew about your mom would come into question because if she is capable of this, anything would be possible and, quite obviously, not out of the question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still kind of sick reading about this stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-9002691822226739507?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/9002691822226739507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=9002691822226739507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/9002691822226739507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/9002691822226739507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-plain-gross.html' title='Just Plain Gross...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-6082516673962538647</id><published>2008-07-22T09:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:59:55.977-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange and weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Gee Ricky, I'm Sorry Your Mom Blew Up (Lane Myers - Better Off Dead)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Man blows up apartment spraying for bugs"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/lifestyleMolt/idUSN2142013520080721?feedType=RSS&amp;amp;feedName=lifestyleMolt&amp;amp;rpc=22&amp;amp;sp=true"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; truly is tragic...and ridiculously funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Hilarious. If this was me, I would have shit my pants when the explosion happened. He must have sprayed into the pilot light of the stove. I think an explosion can happen when the fridge starts up on the cooling cycle as well. He may have been spraying at that unfortunate time. He even smoked out his neighbors! Hopefully they weren't doing anything naughty when the fire engines arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I always say that you have to keep your apartment clean. Food crumbs and spilt sugary liquids are an open invitation to critters to come in and enjoy the free buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/newsitems/200601/s1544597.htm"&gt;flaming mouse&lt;/a&gt; that burned down that old bag's house in New Mexico! That was definitely a case of instant karma if there ever was one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-6082516673962538647?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/6082516673962538647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=6082516673962538647' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/6082516673962538647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/6082516673962538647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/gee-ricky-im-sorry-your-mom-blew-up.html' title='Gee Ricky, I&apos;m Sorry Your Mom Blew Up (Lane Myers - Better Off Dead)...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3432847300161120185</id><published>2008-07-22T08:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:29:28.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Un-Biased Reporting At It's Best...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Permanent Link: McCain Campaign: New York Times Blocked Op-Ed Response to Obama" href="http://elections.foxnews.com/2008/07/21/mccain-campaign-says-new-york-times-blocked-op-ed-response-to-obama/" rel="bookmark"&gt;McCain Campaign: New York Times Blocked Op-Ed Response to Obama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the actual &lt;a href="http://elections.foxnews.com/2008/07/21/the-mccain-op-ed-the-new-york-times-wouldnt-publish/"&gt;Op-Ed&lt;/a&gt; that the times refused to print I am alarmed as to why it would be rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's op-ed editor David Shipley writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It would be terrific to have an article from Senator McCain &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that mirrors Senator Obama’s piece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. To that end, the article would have to articulate, in concrete terms, how Senator McCain defines victory in Iraq. It would also have to lay out a clear plan for achieving victory — with troops levels, timetables and measures for compelling the Iraqis to cooperate. And it would need to describe the Senator’s Afghanistan strategy, spelling out how it meshes with his Iraq plan,”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a fucking break! For one thing the reason we have elections is to make a choice between different points of view. Key word: DIFFERENT. Why would we want to read a rehash of what Osama, I mean, Obama had to say. He probably didn't even write that himself as he has a plethora of speech writers on speed dial I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It clearly states that a decision about troop withdrawal depends on the climate and circumstances  of the situation as McCain clearly states, "I have also said that any draw-downs must be based on a realistic assessment of conditions on the ground, not on an artificial timetable crafted for domestic political reasons. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I can go on about this but I digress...The fact that the Times is trying to censor and, what looks like to me, plant a firm root into mainstream America's decision on the next President, whomever that may be (duh, I feel like it's the coronation of the prom queen all of a sudden), makes me kind of ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give one person coverage, give the other equal time or equal access to avenues in order to get THEIR message out and not what your &lt;em&gt;editor&lt;/em&gt; thinks they should say. I'd like to hear what the candidate thinks he/she should be saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, if David Shipley thought we wanted to hear what he thinks should be said about the war then he should have ran for President. Otherwise, shut the hell up and do what you are paid to do- and that would be unbiased reporting you douchebag...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3432847300161120185?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3432847300161120185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3432847300161120185' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3432847300161120185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3432847300161120185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-biased-reporting-at-its-best.html' title='Un-Biased Reporting At It&apos;s Best...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-2464261326609302514</id><published>2008-07-21T09:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:43:13.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot tranny mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat asses'/><title type='text'>Part 2...Coincidence...</title><content type='html'>So I just took a gander at the offenders website and sure enough, ANOTHER article is on there! WHAT THE FUCK? At least he had the common sense to use a different link this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking dirtbag...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-2464261326609302514?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/2464261326609302514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=2464261326609302514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2464261326609302514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/2464261326609302514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/part-2coincidence.html' title='Part 2...Coincidence...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-8484585351350107434</id><published>2008-07-21T09:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:58:06.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world'/><title type='text'>Coincidence? Probably Not...</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is going to sound far fetched but it has happened entirely too many times to be a coincidence. Last Friday's latest hijack kinda set me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a certain other blogger is ripping off my material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I've said it. It seems that when I post a totally bizarre story it interestingly enough shows up on his site either later that same day or the day after with the same link associated with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that it is a free country and all but dude, DO YOUR OWN FUCKING RESEARCH!  Or at least thank me for finding the article. A few friends have said that I should either change the URL of my site or kill off this one and start anew. Unfortunately, I have worked my ass off getting this one where it is so I think that I'll stay put...for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shady and lame and you know who you are...Mario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of flattering in a way but at the same time a little gratitude would be nice. That's all I'm saying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-8484585351350107434?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/8484585351350107434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=8484585351350107434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8484585351350107434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8484585351350107434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/coincidence-probably-not.html' title='Coincidence? Probably Not...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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-7777180065279333845.post-1836342966756995307</id><published>2008-07-21T09:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:24:21.968-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainwrecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Interesting Disappearance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Where is Caylee Marie? 'We implore everyone to get the word out,' uncle pleads"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been strangely interested in &lt;a href="http://www.orlandosentinel.com/community/news/conway/orl-caylee2008jul20,0,2486087.story"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; story about the compulsive liar mother in Florida (of course) who's baby is missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby was "missing" for 5 weeks before she actually said anything about it. The grandparents were the ones who made the call to the police as they were getting the runaround from the mother as to where the child was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claims that she dropped off the baby at a "sitter's" house and then the woman disappeared with her child. The cops go to the house that she says she dropped the infant off at and discover that it had been vacant for 5 months prior and that no one actually lived there. The police soon caught up with the woman identified as the "sitter" and learned that she actually didn't even know who the mother (Casey Marie Anthony) or the baby (Caylee Marie) were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liar then told police she worked at Universal Studios and listed a few people who could vouch for her, as they were employees as well, and come to find out - she didn't even work there and neither did any of the people she listed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then it comes out that the mother actually borrowed a shovel from her own parent's neighbor about a month ago and the police have now excavated the grandparents yard looking for the remains of the child. Nothing was found. Cadaver dogs and everything were brought out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also claims that the father of Caylee is not alive, but now they are considering that that may be a lie as well and are looking into that avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us current and now the police are trying to talk to all her friends to see if she may have said or done something that may give them clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually interesting because they have also ruled out drug activity for the most part and are focusing on other areas. The first thing I thought was that she probably was high and then something happened to the baby and she had to get rid of the evidence. They have ruled out drug use as she wasn't an addict or anything and from all reports, she really loved and cared for the baby. So I think that I may be &lt;em&gt;partly&lt;/em&gt; right, in that,  it was some type of neglect issue but not from drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I think the kid is probably dead and it's just a matter of time finding out where she ditched the body. Florida has a lot of swamp land and a lot of alligators, as gross a thought as it is, I'm sure that it's probably a good guess to assume they have something to do with the little girls disappearance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-1836342966756995307?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/1836342966756995307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=1836342966756995307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1836342966756995307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/1836342966756995307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-disappearance.html' title='Interesting Disappearance...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-3929785854069974951</id><published>2008-07-21T09:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:20:37.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military dumping ground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Here We Go Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Missing Fort Bliss Soldier Found Alive, Sister Says "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,387023,00.html"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt; one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it all of a sudden all these military men are fucking offing their wives? Seems like this is becoming more commonplace as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;psychological&lt;/span&gt; testing on their inductees or are they just taking any disturbed individual and putting a uniform on them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;punishment&lt;/span&gt; needs to be more harsh for this kind of crap as they are basically police officers for the nation. Thank God this one turned out better than the rest. They are usual found in a pile of ashes in the guy's back yard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-3929785854069974951?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/3929785854069974951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=3929785854069974951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3929785854069974951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/3929785854069974951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-5392810529088013564</id><published>2008-07-18T09:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:57:24.590-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>More Political Fodder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link: Bill Clinton Ready to Campaign for Obama ‘Whenever’" href="http://elections.foxnews.com/2008/07/17/bill-clinton-ready-to-campaign-for-obama-whenever/" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Clinton Ready to Campaign for Obama ‘Whenever’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I love Bill Clinton. He totally rules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this yesterday as I was on the elliptical trainer and you could totally see he wasn't really into the Obama thing. I don't blame him as I agree with what their (Hilly and Billy's) campaigning was all about from the get go. He's (Obama) too inexperienced and too arrogant. He's been in national politics for what, about 2 years? Give me a fucking break. That's like hiring a very recent college graduate to run your billion dollar company right off the bat. The only change I see coming from him in office is a total meltdown and I am very scared of what that is going to be like. I wouldn't mind if he ran like in 8 years but now, HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing most of these polls shifting towards McCain, my fears are subsiding a bit and I have to get on the ball with reregistering in the new place I just moved to so I can vote for McCain this November. I may be a Democrat but I'm not a sheep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually agree with Clinton's remark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If all of us lived on live mics, then 100 percent of us in this room would be embarrassed from time to time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine the shit that comes out of other people's mouths when they think they are not being heard? I can't believe some of the things I say, let alone what other's may be barking out at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-5392810529088013564?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/5392810529088013564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=5392810529088013564' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5392810529088013564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5392810529088013564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-political-fodder.html' title='More Political Fodder...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-8354433518031846037</id><published>2008-07-18T09:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:37:14.109-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the South'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat asses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US news'/><title type='text'>We're Out of Milk, Just Use Gravy On Those Frosted Flakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"More Than One in Four American Adults Now Obese"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,385163,00.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; really doesn't bode well for the future of America...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that whenever they show show a fat person in the media they are:&lt;br /&gt;a) Always alone or shot in some way to seem like an outcast?&lt;br /&gt;b) Always eating something and it's usually take-out or fast food of some kind?&lt;br /&gt;c) The photo is taken at the most cruel angles in order to get the maximum fat roll content?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought these statements were interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is the South so heavy? The traditional Southern diet — high in fat and fried food — may be part of the answer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The South also has a large concentration of rural residents and black women — two groups that tend to have higher obesity rates..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In today's America, poor people tend to be obese: The cheapest foods tend to be calorie-heavy, and stores offering healthier, and more expensive, food choices often are not found in poor neighborhoods..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear Al Sharpton's computer keyboard clicking away constructing his next public outcry of racism and demonization of the southern black community. Actually, I would lean towards agreeing with him. While the statistics are probably true, taken in context, I think they are a little biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relation to the number of black people that are in the south, the rates of obesity are higher yes, but the overall number of fat black women compared to fat white women is most likely significantly lower. So, I ask, what's their excuse. They say that the blacks are fat because of basically "fried food and no money to buy healthier items", so what's the reason for fat white folk? If they have the stores with the healthy food and the money to buy it, why the hell are they busting at the seems also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me that the reason that everyone is fat is because we stuff our faces with crap and are to lazy to work it off. That's why I gained some poundage. Not because I'm "poor" (who isn't really nowadays) or "ethnic", it's because I got lazy and decided that I wanted a pizza and some beer rather than that grilled chicken salad and iced tea. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we need to do to overcome this? Get the fuck off the couch, put down the fork and get to running or some other activity that sucks ass but slims you down. I have actually started to go back to the gym and have now logged 9 miles on the elliptical trainer in the past 3 days. Not where I was when I started the pizza diet but definitely above my expectations. When I get back to 4 miles a day and lifting weights again, I will be happy with the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it does get easier as you go along, as cliched as that may sound. You just have to suffer for a bit to reap the reward... and suffer I am right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-8354433518031846037?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/8354433518031846037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=8354433518031846037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8354433518031846037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/8354433518031846037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-out-of-milk-just-use-gravy-on.html' title='We&apos;re Out of Milk, Just Use Gravy On Those Frosted Flakes...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777180065279333845.post-5453692955823389603</id><published>2008-07-17T09:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:59:21.281-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>Redux: No Tears Shed Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"'TIPSY' DETECTIVE BACK ON THE JOB: 'PROUD' COMMISH IN FLIP ON 'OFF-DUTY SHOOT' SLAP"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote about &lt;a href="http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-tears-shed-here.html"&gt;previously&lt;/a&gt;, I think this cop was a hero for doing what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of surprised that they &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/07172008/news/regionalnews/tipsy_detective_back_on_the_job_120278.htm"&gt;reversed their decision&lt;/a&gt; so quickly. Someone over there has a brain...Thankfully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-5453692955823389603?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/5453692955823389603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=5453692955823389603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5453692955823389603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/5453692955823389603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/redux-no-tears-shed-here.html' title='Redux: No Tears Shed Here...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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-7777180065279333845.post-882922854213686160</id><published>2008-07-17T09:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:26:30.279-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sporting news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slutty McSluts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hookers'/><title type='text'>Is That A Banana In Your Pocket Or Do I Just Start Blowing You Here?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Women arrested in sex competition"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSN1441724120080714?feedType=RSS&amp;amp;feedName=oddlyEnoughNews&amp;amp;rpc=22&amp;amp;sp=true"&gt;sport&lt;/a&gt; that I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feasibly&lt;/span&gt; get into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my first question would be: How much was the first place prize worth? And my second question is: How much time would I get to "practice"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know these were stupid college girls all drunk on holiday getting loud and obnoxious in a bar. The bar owners probably saw an "in" when one of them most likely got on the bar and started to drop cloth and the idea was probably born at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the memories of college life come flying back. The late night parties. The enormous amounts of booze and cigarettes. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vomitous&lt;/span&gt; climax after crawling back to the dorm. Good times, good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777180065279333845-882922854213686160?l=tittybits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/feeds/882922854213686160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7777180065279333845&amp;postID=882922854213686160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/882922854213686160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7777180065279333845/posts/default/882922854213686160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittybits.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-that-banana-in-your-pocket-or-do-i.html' title='Is That A Banana In Your Pocket Or Do I Just Start Blowing You Here?...'/><author><name>Pugs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
