<?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-11583084</id><updated>2011-11-23T01:46:15.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm The way of life</title><subtitle type='html'>Notes about nothing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-3474858186365731076</id><published>2007-07-20T10:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:53:26.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking is Cool</title><content type='html'>Secondhand smoking in bullshit. It has not been proven that it has a hazardous effect. That's just a scare tactic by the gov. They "want" you to quit.  Now they try to scare me with warning labels. Cigarettes kill they say. Well...I could kill for cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will often hear an uptight grown up person say,"Well you smoke because you want to look cool hand have a lot of friends".  Yes that is the reason I smoke. But now most of my friends are in rehab or dead. Not a well thought out plan after all. Those uptight people will also walk by you and cough, just to show how much it bothers them. It is a good thing they don't smoke. Coughing like that. I smoke 20 a day and never cough like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-3474858186365731076?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3474858186365731076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=3474858186365731076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/3474858186365731076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/3474858186365731076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2007/07/smoking-is-cool.html' title='Smoking is Cool'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-116920566967556824</id><published>2007-01-19T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:21:09.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No Limit</title><content type='html'>When ever you are talking about poker my dear reader. When you say no limit texas holdem. Don't say texas holdem. We get it!! We know you are talking about poker when you say no limit. Because what else could you be talking about? You never hear a guy, or a girl say no limit and then mean yatze. Or no limit ping pong, no limit sex. Just say no limit. We all get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-116920566967556824?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/116920566967556824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=116920566967556824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/116920566967556824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/116920566967556824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-limit.html' title='No Limit'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-115757352321245178</id><published>2006-09-06T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:13:33.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/4264/320/son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/4264/480/son.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-115757352321245178?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/115757352321245178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=115757352321245178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/115757352321245178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/115757352321245178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-son.html' title='My Son'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-114607491151663853</id><published>2006-04-26T20:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:09:39.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears and Kevin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/4264/320/I%20bet%20them%27s%20fixin%27%20fer%20a%20whole%20litter%20of%20chitlins....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/4264/480/I%20bet%20them%27s%20fixin%27%20fer%20a%20whole%20litter%20of%20chitlins....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I bet them's fixin' fer a whole litter of chitlins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-114607491151663853?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/114607491151663853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=114607491151663853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/114607491151663853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/114607491151663853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2006/04/britney-spears-and-kevin.html' title='Britney Spears and Kevin'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-114388746529999941</id><published>2006-04-01T11:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T12:31:05.316+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loony HC Andresen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Norwegian magician, Hans Christian Andersen announced in today's papers that he will attempt to stay in a huge tank of water for 1 week - Mind you the tank is not just filled with water. Sharks as well. 4 mean hungry sharks.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sharks have not been fed. So they are hungry. The sharks do need food. Who else to feed them than the magician. Each day the magician will attempt to hand feed the sharks with chunks of meat. A lot of concern has erupted around this. Hans has for the past few years battled his way through court rooms to get permission to do the stunt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hans claims to be a professional hypnotist. He will hypnotize the sharks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quote...&lt;em&gt;I have specialized myself in hypnotism. I have trained for 15 years hypnotizing animals. I discovered this ability when I was a jungster. I was able to communicate with my dog. I could command my dog to do exactly what I wanted.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I will do the same with the sharks.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;They will not harm me because they are my friends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-114388746529999941?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/114388746529999941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=114388746529999941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/114388746529999941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/114388746529999941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2006/04/loony-hc-andresen.html' title='The Loony HC Andresen'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-114388226735245398</id><published>2006-04-01T10:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T11:05:37.923+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Inventions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shorts is a weird invention. It's not pants, it's not underwear but right in between. Wonder who came up with the idea? Was there one guy working at a clothing factory going, "Jim, come and take a look at this. I cut the pants in half and it's going out like that."&lt;br /&gt;What's next? Half a sock? "Jim, what do you think of my new socks?" "They go great with the pants."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-114388226735245398?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/114388226735245398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=114388226735245398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/114388226735245398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/114388226735245398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-inventions.html' title='Great Inventions'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113900736018050059</id><published>2006-02-03T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:33:46.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jihad/Yihaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/4264/320/flagg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/4264/480/flagg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mullah Krekar. That is another individual who should have his balls stapled to a moving train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;apparently a few countries in Europe have pissed off the muslim world. Including Norway. The muslim world is now announcing war against all the countries who did this shameless act. What would create all this hate you ask? Well a caricature of the all so fucking holly moses Muhammad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One minute the muslism say they are not violent people. The other minute they blow up a fucking country. It's like when Michael Jackson said, I'm back and black. No white, black, white. Well, we don't know what he is. Mike's just about to jump species. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Holy war they say. More people are being killed in the name of god than for any other reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113900736018050059?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113900736018050059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113900736018050059&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113900736018050059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113900736018050059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2006/02/jihadyihaaa.html' title='Jihad/Yihaaa'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113896936924811530</id><published>2006-02-03T13:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T13:23:56.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Magician X</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm...Weird. Magician X blog seems to have disappeared. Wonder what happened to the guy? It's another case for the conspiracy freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113896936924811530?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113896936924811530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113896936924811530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113896936924811530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113896936924811530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2006/02/magician-x.html' title='Magician X'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113871269800076868</id><published>2006-01-31T13:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T14:06:52.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Saving Concept</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever heard of the concept of saving time? Well, it does exist. On a daily basis we hear of these citizens who have accomplished just this. You might save some time by taking a few shortcuts to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then you might ask - when can you use the time you have saved? If you have saved 2 hours over the past week. Do you then have 2 hours to spare? This concept is going to sky rocket one day. I'm telling you. One day when walking down the streets you might hear from homeless person,"Can you spare some time mister?". You might as well just start saving up right now. Like many of you readers are thinking now. "Maybe he is right. I should save some time". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The really great thing about the time saving concept is when you die. You get to heaven. Or if you are a Bush fan you go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.funmaza.com/fun/pictures/funny.jpg"&gt;Hell.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Either way. You can just go,"Nope, not to day mine imaginary friend. I've saved time, 36 hours. Fuck you.". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's how it went with Jesus. He died. Went to heaven. Told the ol'man off, "Yo pops. I got time to spare. Me and my homies are going to a party. You dig?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God:"I dig". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113871269800076868?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113871269800076868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113871269800076868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113871269800076868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113871269800076868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-saving-concept.html' title='Time Saving Concept'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113837751700618901</id><published>2006-01-27T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T16:59:57.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Spare Some Time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so lucky. Today I saved some time. I took some shortcuts to work. Plus I ate my breakfast and lunch at the same time. I saved 3 hours 12 minutes and 32 seconds. So I got time to spare. I do not know what to do with it yet. I'm lucky that way. If I die. I can just say to the imaginary guy upstairs (God). "Hey, you can't do this to me now. I have saved time. 3 hours 12 minutes and 32 seconds". That's where resurrection comes in. I guess that is what Viagra is for the cock. Shit that's what they should call it. Resurr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;e(r)ction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Grandpa can have wood again. There is granny going."Shit. You pancake head. It has reserrected, and I thought the war was over". Granpda would be on granny like shit on velcro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113837751700618901?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113837751700618901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113837751700618901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113837751700618901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113837751700618901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2006/01/can-you-spare-some-time.html' title='Can You Spare Some Time?'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113749559894046251</id><published>2006-01-17T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T12:01:12.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dane Cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wFMbb5XU0gw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wFMbb5XU0gw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all so funny Dane Cook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113749559894046251?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113749559894046251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113749559894046251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113749559894046251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113749559894046251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2006/01/dane-cook.html' title='Dane Cook'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113673728577886496</id><published>2006-01-08T17:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:22:53.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WorkWorkWork!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/4264/320/toil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 249px; height: 256px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/4264/480/toil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm tired. I'm tired of everything. Specially my job. I feel that I don't get enough sleep. For a while I have blamed it on low blood pressure, lack of vitamins and little exercise. Now I have found the main cause of this. Too much work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The population in Norway is about 4 million people. Yeah a small country. But if you piss us off you will have the UN chasing after you. Which wont be a long chase. Like I said, 4 million people. 1,4 million of these people are retired. That means the remaining 2,6 million people have to do all the work. 1 million are going to school. The remaining 1,6 million have to do all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the remaining 1,6 million people, 1 million works for the government. Which means 600.000 are left to do all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 600.000, 300.000 are in the military. That means there are 300.000 left. Out of the 300.000, 250.000 are homeless living on the street. Which means there are only 50.000 doing all the work. Subtract those 40.000 who are in hospital, than you only have 10.000 left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off course you have 9.999 people in jail. Which means I'm the only one doing all the goddamn work in this country. What can I say. It sickens me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113673728577886496?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113673728577886496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113673728577886496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113673728577886496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113673728577886496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2006/01/workworkwork.html' title='WorkWorkWork!'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113529334012436624</id><published>2005-12-23T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:23:41.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cock for dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/4264/320/foodeat7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 235px; height: 317px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/41/4264/480/foodeat7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;That's a nasty soup. Speaking of cock soup. I had a cock problem in the kitchen today. Naturally I'm speaking of the soup, the cock soup. I went to grab the cock. I got it out. I closed the fridge to quickly and the cock got caught in between. The cock soup. I'm talking about soup. Those cock suckers are popular today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113529334012436624?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113529334012436624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113529334012436624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113529334012436624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113529334012436624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/12/cock-for-dinner.html' title='Cock for dinner!'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113503887371993037</id><published>2005-12-20T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T01:35:17.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I thought about writing some riveting notes in my blog. After I skipped over to &lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz"&gt;How much is my fucking crappy life sucking blog worth&lt;/a&gt;, I don't feel like writing. My blog isn't worth the sewage pool it came out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah - Go ahead. I'm sure you are all excited. It's just like when you wonder how much it hurts to get your ass kicked so hard that your nose will bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0pt 0pt 10px; background-color: white; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$-183.00&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/"&gt;fucking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/" style="border: 0px none ;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113503887371993037?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113503887371993037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113503887371993037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113503887371993037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113503887371993037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/12/blogaholic.html' title='Blogaholic'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113481564456643006</id><published>2005-12-17T11:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:34:04.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepsi Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is Pepsi Max take on the black art principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compfused.com/directlink/300/"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113481564456643006?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113481564456643006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113481564456643006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113481564456643006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113481564456643006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/12/pepsi-max.html' title='Pepsi Max'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113466696532972927</id><published>2005-12-15T17:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:23:45.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not paying for a ticket.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you do not want to pay for a parking ticket, or any other ticket for that matter. This sure will get out of the jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach the officer and say "No problem - I do apologise, entirely my fault. You clearly have a job to do and I should of been more careful, and I should learn to shake my hand." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last bit that makes no sense, is said quickly and casually as you extend your hand in a friendly gesture. He should take it, which he wouldn't otherwise. Then as he does,say, "Hey, I met your dad yesterday. He's looking well." You are going to induce a state of confusion and suggestibility. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit shake hands with him. Take his wrist with your left hand and slowly bring it up in front of his face. Point at his palm with your right forefinger. Firmly but calmly say, " Look here. And of course you'll wonder what the ticket is, just like waking up from out of a dream three minutes from now and not sure what you are doing. That's fine, you can just throw it away any where you like. Or put it in a pocket, it's up to you." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If you've done it right, he will be very tranced out and just staring at his hand while you drive off. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;His unconscious will act upon your instructions as a relief from the utterly blank mind state in which you have induced. And give him the double bind option of whether to throw the ticket away or put it in his pocket. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like asking a kid whether he wants to go to bed 7.30 or 8 pm. Eitherway he goes to bed early, but he feels he's making a decision.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113466696532972927?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113466696532972927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113466696532972927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113466696532972927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113466696532972927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-paying-for-ticket.html' title='Not paying for a ticket.'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113448105304118730</id><published>2005-12-13T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:37:33.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Office!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Free Office to everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The new OpenOffice is just as good as Word and Excel, and it is totally free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://OpenOffice.org"&gt;Link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113448105304118730?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113448105304118730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113448105304118730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113448105304118730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113448105304118730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/12/free-office.html' title='Free Office!'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113234626018179253</id><published>2005-11-18T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T21:38:00.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye  A L I U N</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well well. The long awaited Aliun levitation is not going to be released after all. According to Brad, it might compromise the safety of the person using it. Sounds like it can't be fixed? The pipe dream went right down the toilet drain. Which would of been the case for some of the buyers money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Right now I do not know what to say or do? Should I do a little levitation in remembrance of Aliun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think we should all get our levitation devices out and levitate in silence for 2 minutes. You can even do it in groups if that will ease the pain and suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113234626018179253?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113234626018179253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113234626018179253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113234626018179253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113234626018179253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/11/bye-bye-l-i-u-n.html' title='Bye Bye  A L I U N'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113225725447030974</id><published>2005-11-17T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:54:14.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa doing Street Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is a funny clip of Cyril in action. They have him look like an 80 year old by the use of make up and latex. Then he hits the streets for some real street magic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Criss watch out, you got competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.jokaroo.net/videos/grandpajapan.wmv"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113225725447030974?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113225725447030974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113225725447030974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113225725447030974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113225725447030974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/11/grandpa-doing-street-magic.html' title='Grandpa doing Street Magic'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113199939952993405</id><published>2005-11-14T20:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:16:39.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Mental</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is something I just started thinking about. Doing an Invisible deck routine using a regular deck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The basic is this. Before the show, you reverse one card in the deck and that's it. When you start out ask someone to name a card. If they don't name the correct card. You could go on and say something like, "Because you chose the 9 of diamonds it tells me something about you. You are a very kind and thoughtful person. You follow directions very well. Just the kinda person I need for this next effect...Etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By saying that the audience is not aware that you just failed a trick.The chances are 1 out of 52 and you got nothing to loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Off course you could narrow it down by naming different cards. Like, you tell them to not think of the ace of spades because everyone picks that one, and picture cards are too easy. Pick a card I would not think of. By saying that you have eliminated the aces, the picture cards and the spades. Now you have narrowed it down to a cards from 2 to 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You could ask them to build up the card in their mind. Tell them to first think of a color. A color that radiates a lot of warmth and happiness. You are trying to influence them to pick hearts, without mentioning the word hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The most common chosen number between 2 and 10 is 7. There is a big chance that they will name the 7 of hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You could off course reverse all the 7 in the deck, in case the named the 7 of diamonds instead of hearts. So that way you have an out. A matter of fact you have 2 outs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is not something I have tried. Only something I've pondered about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113199939952993405?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113199939952993405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113199939952993405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113199939952993405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113199939952993405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/11/gone-mental.html' title='Gone Mental'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-113123638082613671</id><published>2005-11-06T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T01:20:02.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paranormal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My Cell phone has a life of it's own. From time to time the background picture changes. The alarm clock goes off even when the cell is turned off. I better check my cell phone bills. Who knows. Maybe it has made some long distance calls. For all I know, it could be talking to other cell phones behind my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The cell phone makes fun of me in public by using out dated ring tones. The phone makes fun of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This morning when turning it on, the welcome message usually reads,"You are so cool. You are the best. Everyone loves you.Stay cool." It just said,"Fuck Off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-113123638082613671?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/113123638082613671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=113123638082613671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113123638082613671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/113123638082613671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/11/paranormal.html' title='The Paranormal'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112980795564244648</id><published>2005-10-20T13:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T13:33:11.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/toiletpaper_copy11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 388px; height: 274px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/480/toiletpaper_copy11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112980795564244648?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112980795564244648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112980795564244648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112980795564244648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112980795564244648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/10/fucked.html' title='Fucked'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112975649369728131</id><published>2005-10-19T23:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:16:25.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/warhole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 334px; height: 231px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/480/warhole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A little inspiring art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Yes I made it my self and I' very excited about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112975649369728131?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112975649369728131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112975649369728131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112975649369728131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112975649369728131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/10/andy.html' title='Andy'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112921032756416559</id><published>2005-10-13T15:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:46:13.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/pill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/480/pill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What you are looking at is a pill camera. It's a camera the size of a pill, hence it's name pill camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are suppose to swallow it so you can get a look at your insides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can transmit it to your TV. Set the VCR on record (the red button). Record the footage onto tape so you can watch it over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Isn't that something. You have now become your own Discvovery Channel special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you wanna go the extra mile, do voice over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Slowly up ahead, the breakfast I had in 1993. On my left, you can see a fart". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What sick drunken german psychologist invented this thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What a lovely Xmas present for your loved ones. After all, it is the inside that counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112921032756416559?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112921032756416559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112921032756416559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112921032756416559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112921032756416559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/10/inside.html' title='Inside'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112888349397844940</id><published>2005-10-09T20:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:46:07.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Kills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Smoking kills. It's one of the number one killers on this planet. As I'm writing this right now, someone just died of smoking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Smoking is slowest possible way of killing your self, yet it is legal. If you are going to use the quick and easy methods, you are a criminal. Because killing one self quickly is against the law. If you are going to kill your self, you have to die slow like the rest of us. For those who smoke light cigarettes, who are they fooling? Are they expecting the doctor to go,"You got cancer light". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What would happen if you were caught trying to commit suicide? Would they throw you in jail? Lethal injection? What would you be charged for? Assault with a deadly weapon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Smoking does kill. You know what else kills? Quitting smoking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://uploads.ungrounded.net/content.php?id=135786&amp;name=135786_antimult011_smokekills_en..swf&amp;amp;title=smoke%20kills&amp;date=1128830400&amp;amp;amp;amp;quality=b&amp;uj=0&amp;amp;w=550&amp;amp;h=400"&gt;Why you should not quit smoking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112888349397844940?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112888349397844940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112888349397844940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112888349397844940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112888349397844940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/10/smoking-kills.html' title='Smoking Kills'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112878729562664044</id><published>2005-10-08T16:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T18:08:35.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic and Meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today we will be looking at the true meaning and social aspect of the magician. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First lets look at the magician. A magician is a person who can dress like a pimp and nobody cares. They wear colors you never see in day light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, the magician produces a rabbit out of the hat. Why a rabbit? It's a sign of re-production, sex. All the rabbit does, is re-produce. It's kinda like making a xerox out of a xerox. It's redundant. This is all done to fast paced music you would swear you have heard in a porn movie in which you auditioned for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have a magician who cuts a lady in half. Why? He wants to create a pussy that doesn't talk. Again, referring to sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The magician goes for the grand finally. The straight jacket escape. He is put in a straight jacket. This is a sign of scientology. I wont explain that analogy. One day you will understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ofcourse, the invincible magician escapes. This is just to show, if you fuckers put him in an asylum, security wont be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we will look deeper into the relationship between snow white and the 7 dwarfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112878729562664044?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112878729562664044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112878729562664044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112878729562664044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112878729562664044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/10/magic-and-meaning.html' title='Magic and Meaning'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112877864809138836</id><published>2005-10-08T13:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:53:40.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchin Bosso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The US is pretty similar to Norway if you think about it. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You have Texas, we have Finnmark. Come on down we are going to party like it's 1969. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We also have cloning in Norway, it's called cousins. They are only a couple in Finnmark, if you know what I mean. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In case you take a flight to Finnmark and the cabin pressure falls, a small bottle of Jack Daniels will fall from the ceiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112877864809138836?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112877864809138836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112877864809138836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112877864809138836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112877864809138836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/10/bitchin-bosso.html' title='Bitchin Bosso'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112862300285168831</id><published>2005-10-06T12:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:23:23.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sig &amp; Roy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Siegfried and Roy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here we have a gay lion tamer, taming another gay lion tamer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Whoops, wrong show people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Those cats are the closest thing they will ever come to pussy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112862300285168831?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112862300285168831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112862300285168831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112862300285168831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112862300285168831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/10/sig-roy.html' title='Sig &amp; Roy'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112859337313263193</id><published>2005-10-06T11:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:44:02.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's look at the political and social aspect of the Tooth Fairy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First we had a kid who looses his teeth. The tooth is placed in a glass of cold water. Let's call this capitalism. Cold cash. I just use that as an analogy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now, kid goes to sleep. Wakes up the next morning to find money instead of the tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Parents who give money to a kid and go, "Don't spend it on candy." It's kinda the same as giving George Bush the power and go, "Don't fuck up the world, you hear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Can we blow up Iraq? I wanna use the toys."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Whoops, too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112859337313263193?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112859337313263193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112859337313263193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112859337313263193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112859337313263193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/10/tooth-fairy.html' title='Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112808309588677571</id><published>2005-09-30T14:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:26:21.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/eye0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/480/eye0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The last thing a clitoris sees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112808309588677571?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112808309588677571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112808309588677571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112808309588677571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112808309588677571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/09/eye.html' title='Eye'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112790921846735277</id><published>2005-09-28T14:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:07:56.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Digger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/anna.nicole.smith-fat-crane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 166px; height: 147px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/480/anna.nicole.smith-fat-crane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anna Nicole Smith gets another chance to fight for the money she does not deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She is asking for half of J. Howard Marshall II 's $1.6 billion fortune, which couldn't come at a better time for Smith, who declared bankruptcy in 1996 and hasn't had a significant film role since Naked Gun in 1994.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The bitch is on that money like shit on velcrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"It's been seven years since I've had sex."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Those were the first words Anna said after the funeral of J. Howard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The poor guy probably died of viagra. They had an open coffin, horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I never remember Howard being this way. Kids, get some horse shoes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anna's philosophy on the word marriage is,to rip out a man's gentiles through his wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Instead of getting married,find a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;woman you don't like and just give her a house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112790921846735277?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112790921846735277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112790921846735277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112790921846735277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112790921846735277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/09/gold-digger.html' title='Gold Digger'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112790615503066999</id><published>2005-09-28T13:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:18:44.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja Baby Turtles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/1127896444.70122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/480/1127896444.70122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I knew this would happen. Wont be long before a pissed off trout will stand up from the river and go, "I wanna talk to anybody from chemical Planet, anybody. I got some 2 headed babies I wanna show them. And get the presidents ass over here".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.President - have you reconsidered the Kyoto protocol?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bush: Oh yeah, it's a great car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112790615503066999?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112790615503066999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112790615503066999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112790615503066999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112790615503066999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/09/ninja-baby-turtles.html' title='Ninja Baby Turtles'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112781842306994260</id><published>2005-09-27T12:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T12:53:43.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think Santa Claus Is A Woman</title><content type='html'>I Think Santa Claus Is A Woman... &lt;br /&gt;spacer&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be the one to defy sacred myth, but I believe he's a she. Think about it. Christmas is a big, organized, warm, fuzzy, nurturing social deal, and I have a tough time believing a guy could possibly pull it all off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, the vast majority of men don't even think about selecting gifts until Christmas Eve. It's as if they are all frozen in some kind of Ebenezerian Time Warp until 3 p.m. on Dec. 24th, when they - with amazing calm - call other errant men and plan for a last-minute shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the mall, they always seem surprised to find only Ronco products, socket wrench sets, and mood rings left on the shelves. (You might think this would send them into a fit of panic and guilt, but my husband tells me it's an enormous relief because it lessens the 11th hour decision-making burden.) On this count alone, I'm convinced Santa is a woman. Surely, if he were a man, everyone in the universe would wake up Christmas morning to find a rotating musical Chia Pet under the tree, still in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem for a he-Santa would be getting there. First of all, there would be no reindeer because they would all be dead, gutted and strapped on to the rear bumper of the sleigh amid wide-eyed, desperate claims that buck season had been extended. Blitzen's rack would already be on the way to the taxidermist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the male Santa DID have reindeer, he'd still have transportation problems because he would inevitably get lost up there in the snow and clouds and then refuse to stop and ask for directions. Add to this the fact that there would be unavoidable delays in the chimney, where the Bob Vila-like Santa would stop to inspect and repoint bricks in the flue. He would also need to check for carbon monoxide fumes in every gas fireplace, and get under every Christmas tree that is crooked to straighten it to a perfectly upright 90-degree angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other reasons why Santa can't possibly be a man:&lt;br /&gt;- Men can't pack a bag.&lt;br /&gt;- Men would rather be dead than caught wearing red velvet.&lt;br /&gt;- Men would feel their masculinity is threatened...having to be seen with all those elves.&lt;br /&gt;- Men don't answer their mail.&lt;br /&gt;- Men would refuse to allow their physique to be described even in jest as anything remotely resembling a "bowlful of jelly."&lt;br /&gt;- Men aren't interested in stockings unless somebody's wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;- Having to do the "Ho Ho Ho" thing would seriously inhibit their ability to pick up women.&lt;br /&gt;- Finally, being responsible for Christmas would require a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can buy the fact that other mythical holiday characters are men......... - Father Time shows up once a year unshaven and looking ominous. Definite guy. - Cupid flies around carrying weapons. - Uncle Sam is a politician who likes to point fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one of these individuals could pass the testosterone screening test. But not St. Nick. Not a chance. As long as we have each other, good will, peace on earth, faith and Nat King Cole's version of "The Christmas Song," it probably makes little difference what gender Santa is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish she'd quit dressing like a guy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112781842306994260?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112781842306994260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112781842306994260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112781842306994260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112781842306994260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-think-santa-claus-is-woman.html' title='I Think Santa Claus Is A Woman'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112756431864431834</id><published>2005-09-23T21:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T14:18:38.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Workings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I think I got something here, I'm so excited about it. It is one of the greatest feelings in the world. I think you can level with me. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Recently I've been obsessed with creativity and coming up with my own material. I've been cutting up card boxes, cards and what not. Heck, even one of my fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For some strange reason, I'm obsessed with the card box. I don't care that much for the cards inside the box. It's the box it self that fascinates me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It reminds me of when I was a kid. My parents just bought a TV. The TV was fine, but the box it came in, Oh my. It wasn't just a regular box. It had colors that had never seen daylight before. The structure, the hight and width was perfect. It was my new home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I do not know what it is. When I see a box the same size as a playing card box, I have to touch it. I can't resist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's like when someone tells you the wall is just painted, you have to touch it, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Back on topic. The thing I've come up it is not exactly something new or groundbreaking. It's my first creation that I don't feel bad about. It's a signed card to match box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It goes like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A spectator picks a card and signs it. It's shuffled into the deck. The magi introduces a match box. He shows it to be completely empty. He places it on top of the deck. With some magical goofy gestures, the magi asks the spectator to open the box. When he does he freaks out. He yells course words in his on native language. He is freaked out because inside the box is a chopped off finger. Nah, you guessed it. The chosen card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It works in theory, but I have to work on the handling a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112756431864431834?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112756431864431834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112756431864431834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112756431864431834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112756431864431834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-workings.html' title='In The Workings'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112749849612577111</id><published>2005-09-23T20:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T21:04:01.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/1127455410626_193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 381px; height: 136px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/480/1127455410626_193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just a little update on the news here in Norway. Just after a few hours as a tourist in Oslo, the Swede, Ibrahim Batika was hit in the back of his head with a heavy metal pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Without any notice, Batika was hit in the head with a metal pipe. He fell on the ground and was unconscious on one of Oslos busy streets.&lt;br /&gt;The turkish born offender who attacked Batika, attacked the wrong person. He had mistaken Batika for a person who had beaten up his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch the video that was caught on tape here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://go.vg.no/cgi-bin/front.cgi/0/http://www.vg.no/video/videoplayer/player.hbs?id=1683"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blow ruined my life, said Batika.&lt;br /&gt;-He was going to become a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;Batika describes the attack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like the entire brain was a bouncing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Head injuries. Short term memory is gone.&lt;br /&gt;*Neck injuries.&lt;br /&gt;*Impaired field of vision.&lt;br /&gt;*Can't lift heavy objects with his damaged hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow number two smashed his arm, while trying to protect him self.&lt;br /&gt;- The doctor at the hospital said he was lucky he survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday the offender had to show up in court for his cruel acts. He was prosecuted and has to spend 2 years in prison. He only got two years for ruining another persons life.&lt;br /&gt;I think the fucker should at least get 5-10 years in prison. 2 years is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The chances are he is going to offend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence for crimes like that in Norway are low, too low.&lt;br /&gt;There have been many cases like that in the past where the offender got 2 years top.&lt;br /&gt;The most reason one, the victim almost died. He is now in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. He is not able to take care of him self. He was beaten up by a gang of 4-5 people. Most of them got 6 month in jail, while another one got 1-2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever thought about becoming a criminal, now is the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112749849612577111?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112749849612577111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112749849612577111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112749849612577111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112749849612577111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/09/justice_23.html' title='Justice'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112739610956950716</id><published>2005-09-22T15:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:35:09.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Top Ten: Saddam Hussein's Romantic Tips  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  10. Splash on a little goat's blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Play romantic music to drown out the cries of tortured dissidents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Shampoo and condition your mustache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Don't be a cheapskate at the movies -- buy the large hummus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Have a violinist brought over to your table and executed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Show sensitive side by releasing her family from prison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. "Say it with toxic nerve agents"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Sit on porch swing and watch twinkling United State reconnaissance satellites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Name a camel after her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Ask if she wants to "inspect your biological weapon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112739610956950716?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112739610956950716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112739610956950716&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112739610956950716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112739610956950716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/09/top-ten-list.html' title='Top Ten List'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112707423767328727</id><published>2005-09-18T21:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:23:41.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I walked by a liquor store today which reminded me it's Christmas soon. Time to buy presents. You don't wanna shop at the last minute. Even worse, getting caught shopping at the last minute. It's the biggest sin's of all Christmas sin's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I do not know what to get my girl friend yet. Birth control pills maybe. Nah, too late for that.&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard shopping for girls, you don't know what they want. I've spent 2 hours drifting isle by isle at Office Max and I finally found that special pen I've wanted. Like I said, hard to shop for girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This year I'm going to be prepared, unlike last year. I used the wrong wrapping paper. I used a paper that said happy birthday on it. I did not want to waste all the paper. So I had to write Jesus on them - Happy birthday Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do women want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112707423767328727?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112707423767328727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112707423767328727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112707423767328727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112707423767328727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/09/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112637083497244233</id><published>2005-09-10T17:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T09:50:14.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Insaminator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now days we have a wonderful thing called viagra. Before, it use to be rhino horn and eye lashes to give you great masculinity. You can go for an hour, and your thinking,"Yes". Your lady is going "No way. I got shit to do". The phone rings,"Yeah I'll be late today. Shit viagra. Oh go out side with that thing". You got more seamen than the german fleet. And the moment you have an orgasm, you look like Goofy. "Aim for the tits hawkeye". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The girls better use some birth control, because those sperms will be coming out of there in 500 miles per hour. A little piece of rubber is not gonna stop that. It's like putting gaze in front of a semi, come on through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All it takes is one little sperm. One little sperm makes contact. Then its like a chromozone square dance. 24 chromozones coming down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You just created your self a little creature. The natural process takes its place and 3 months later, the titty fairy arrives. You make one move she goes,"No, they are for the baby". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A couple of months later something else happens. The hormone fairy arrives. It makes her period look like nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day you'll be coming home and she will be standing there with a large knife yelling,"HONEY". The only thing that can save your ass then is, Haagen Dazs. You have to leave it at the door. She comes out 5 feet and crawls back inside while eating it with her hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When that final day comes, you have to drive her to the hospital. She is in the car screaming. Your thinking you have to get her to the hospital, but you also have to get this screaming bitch out of the car. She is like the great white traveling down the highway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are a father now. You have to pull your self together. I mean, you can't come home drunk. The kids toys will mess with your head. Like the transformer. It's a truck, it's a robot, what the fuck is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112637083497244233?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112637083497244233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112637083497244233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112637083497244233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112637083497244233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/09/insaminator.html' title='Insaminator'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112574461932302266</id><published>2005-09-03T12:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T12:51:45.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm gonna be a father, whether I like it or not. Well I don't. I'm barely a grown up my self. I would say I still fall under the kid category. Taking care of a child, I don't know if I can do that. I mean, one time my mom asked my to watch out for her flowers while she was gone. I could not even do that. They need water and shit, who knew. This is a human we are talking about. The baby probably needs more than water. I don't know, it could be anyone's guess really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think that one should be happy when one is going to become a parent. I'm not happy. The more I think about it, the more depressed I get. I'm not being selfish. I do not think it is right to bring a child into this world that is not wanted. Call me an asshole. Call me what ever you want. By now, I'm use to the name dropping. Mother could be very cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got 2 options now. I could leave her, which I don't want to do. Or I could pretend to be a happy father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And they say birth control pills are the safest. Safest my aching ass. It's kinda the same when congress received anthrax. "You go on about your lives. You will be perfectly safe. We will be miles away".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112574461932302266?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112574461932302266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112574461932302266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112574461932302266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112574461932302266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/09/baby.html' title='The baby'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112557751934603325</id><published>2005-09-01T14:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T14:26:00.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Want to see how the Aliun levitation looks? Here's a little sneak peek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://media.putfile.com/ALIUN81"&gt;Aliun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112557751934603325?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112557751934603325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112557751934603325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112557751934603325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112557751934603325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/09/aliun.html' title='Aliun'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112505033029179237</id><published>2005-08-26T11:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T11:59:16.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MaGyvva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was watching McGyver the other day because I have that kinda time. There is one character on the show that seems to be superhuman. This character never dies. He always manages to survive, no matter how bad the situation is. He falls down a cliff. You would think he was dead. Bam, three episodes later, he is back. Everyone's surprised. Even the camera man. "This is fucked up, I'm out of here". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first word that come out of his mouth is "MaGyvva". Followed by some laughs "Hahah". Then some more laughter "Ha". I too, don't know what the funny is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He then goes into explaining how he survived falling off a cliff. Which you would think no one could of survived. It always sounds so far fetched. " While falling I managed to make a parachute out of my underwear. I was goddamn lucky for not wearing my thong that day". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think that the person who plays Murdoc is like that in real life. The producers threaten to kick him off the show. He goes bananas. They had supposable killed him. Now they got to come up with these bull shit reasons for his survival. I would be scared to too. He looks like a mean mofo. And what is Richard Dean Anderson going to do. Pull out his swiss army knife? What, it has a short blunt blade. A wine opener and a nail file. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Step away from the producer. I got a nail file here. It can be irritating".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112505033029179237?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112505033029179237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112505033029179237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112505033029179237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112505033029179237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/08/magyvva.html' title='MaGyvva'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112437540273437551</id><published>2005-08-18T16:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:30:02.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Copperfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have some good news. I'm really going to see Copperfield live for the very first time. He will be performing in Denmark october 14-16.  Denmark is only about a 2 hour flight away. Now I don't have to go to Vegas.  Vegas, the entertainment capital of the world. Vegas, where you can see performance after performance. Vegas, gambling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now I kinda forgot why this was good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112437540273437551?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112437540273437551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112437540273437551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112437540273437551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112437540273437551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/08/copperfield.html' title='Copperfield'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-112004602358874730</id><published>2005-06-29T12:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T14:08:14.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My birthday is coming up. July 25. I'm not excited about it. No matter how old you get, they treat you like a kid. You are 50 years old, you still have to blow out the candles. There is always one candle that stays lit. Then the rest of the group has to help out, because you could not possible do it on your own. Yeah, you managed to blow out 15 candles within 3 seconds and you almost pass out and land your face in the cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The rest of the group has to help out. Among that group is a person know as, the spitter. You do not want people like that near a candle lit cake. Specially if it's cake you are going to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later on you have to open the presents, otherwise you are rude. I hate the pressure when opening presents. Everyone is watching you. It's like, will he make it or not. First you have to struggle to open the present, which was wrapped 10 times with duct tape. Thank you uncle Joe, you are a real handyman. When you finally open it up, you have to pretend to like the gift. Always shit. Like sandal's. Sandal's are waste. It's like, where the fuck is the other half of the shoe. It's only half of a shoe. Go back to the store and ask for the other half. You've been ripped off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every year you get a bottle of perfume from someone. " I love you but you smell like shit. That's why I bought you this bottle of perfume". "Thanks Tiffany, THANKS". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is always people you don't know at your birthday party. How the hell did he get here? People you don't like and don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the end of the day you have to say thank you to all the people you did not invite. You have to thank them for coming to a party you did not want to be a part of in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-112004602358874730?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/112004602358874730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=112004602358874730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112004602358874730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/112004602358874730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111987296272073395</id><published>2005-06-27T12:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:13:07.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a great understanding with women. I don't get them and they don't get me. They don't give me what I want and I don't get what I want. If a women likes you, she gives you tiny subtle hints. It could be something like, if she bends down to tie her shoe lace and at the same time she brushes against the leg with her left hand in a 23 degree angle while looking not directly at you. These are clues not even the best code decipher working for the pentagon could crack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ask people for advice, they tell me to just be myself. Wow, that is ground breaking. And here I'm trying to be Superman, McGyver, Cool Dude. Side note: Cool Dude is a character I made up myself. His cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I try to (s)talk to women. When I talk to a woman I'm attracted to, I don't know what to say. I can't be myself. Inside my head there is a voice encouraging me to say stuff. "Dude, say something. Say something funny". I do, then I find out it was not a good idea. "Dude, you shouldn't have said anything". Damn you voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I talk to women I'm not attracted to, I can be myself. I'm relaxed. I can be funny. I can talk with them. I wish I could do that with the one I'm attracted to. I think I know why that is. When talking to the ones I'm not attracted to, I know that nothing is going to happen. On a sub conscious level, I don't give a damn if they like me or not. Thus, I can be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111987296272073395?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111987296272073395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111987296272073395&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111987296272073395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111987296272073395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/06/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111986900462570400</id><published>2005-06-27T11:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:43:24.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone wants to be smart. Or they want people to think that they are smart.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm smart. That's what I'm told. Everybody I know tells me I'm smart. Well, they add another word after the word smart. Like mouth or something. Smart mouth, that's the one. Hey, at least there is something smart about me, right? I celebrate that every Friday. Two beers, because after that I pass out due to my smart mouth.&lt;br /&gt;On a side note. This is the first time the spel checker said, "No Errors Found". Yet another reason to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111986900462570400?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111986900462570400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111986900462570400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111986900462570400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111986900462570400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/06/smart.html' title='Smart'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111971863531270793</id><published>2005-06-25T18:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T18:57:15.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I finally did it. I made a pathetic video of a short stand up routine. I'm now a part of the stand up contest. The contest is to write a funny script or to make a short video of stand up routine. The funniest contributor wins. The winner gets to perform at the annual stand up festival in Oslo, august 22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fingers crossed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111971863531270793?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111971863531270793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111971863531270793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111971863531270793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111971863531270793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/06/contest.html' title='Contest'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111887531493937583</id><published>2005-06-15T23:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:42:50.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! My Phone is possessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got to get myself a new cell phone. The speaker is broken. When talking on the phone with someone, it sounds like I'm talking with Satan. That's scary. Maybe Lucifer is really trying to contact me. And to think of all those nights spent in the woods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm never really sure what exactly the other person is saying. I have to go "excuse me" all the time. After 11 "excuse me's" they tend to get pissed and hang up. When I meet them, they ask me what the fuck is wrong with me. I ask them, "Is that a vain in your forehead, or are you just really pissed to see me"? I tell them the truth as I want to see it. The phone is possessed, I say. At nights, it wakes me up and says all kinds of mean things. Like, "Toy with me", "I want to talk right now". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although, it gets a totally different meaning when said by a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's Siemens, what else can you expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111887531493937583?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111887531493937583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111887531493937583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111887531493937583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111887531493937583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/06/help-my-phone-is-possessed.html' title='Help! My Phone is possessed'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111826416650029154</id><published>2005-06-08T22:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:02:15.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedy Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every year, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.standup.no/"&gt;Stand Up Norway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; arranges a stand up festival in Oslo. All the pros are gonna be there. What's so special about this year is, they have contest. The contest is to write the funniest jokes, scripts etc. The winner gets to perform at the festival.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This could be a huge opportunity for me. Yet there is a part of me that hopes I don't win.&lt;br /&gt;I have never performed comedy on a stage, ever. If I win, which I doubt, I guess I just have to suck it up and do what I really wanna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been advised to write every day. To write down absolutely every thing. I have to be honest, I haven't done that. I try to come up with excuses for not to write. Like, did I leave the toilet seat up. Or, did I wash my hands today. Hey is that a spider. Let's see how long it will survive in this jar. This will be my new project for the next 3 days. I will focus on the jar and spider only. This could maybe cure cancer.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I have run out of excuses. So I have compiled a list of excuses. Every day I spend 30 minutes to write a new list of excuses. Some of them are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Visit relatives 4 times a week.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hang out at the DMV.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make new friends at the DMV.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Investigate different types of smells.&lt;/span&gt; Speaking of smells. Don't hang out with a guy named Curly at the DMV.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I parked my ass and wrote for almost an hour. Jokes that is. My goal is to write at least 15- jokes everyday. Or write as much as possible for an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111826416650029154?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111826416650029154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111826416650029154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111826416650029154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111826416650029154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/06/comedy-festival.html' title='Comedy Festival'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111799076428677669</id><published>2005-06-05T18:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T18:59:24.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love to travel. I would really like to visit Vegas one day. The entertainment capital of the world. If I go to Vegas, it is for one reason. To see Copperfield live. I have never seen him live. I have never seen a stage performance live.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I told a friend of mine about it because she has been in the US. All she gave me was warnings. Do not travel alone and such. If I do I'm not going to enjoy the trip. I will constantly be looking over my shoulder. She said health insurance isn't free in the US, unlike in Norway. And if you have ever been in Norway on purpose, you will notice that it's a totally different country. I was fine before I asked her, but now she has me really freaked out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could always go with my friends, but it's not going to happen. They will never go. They would rather go on a fishing trip. Catch and releasing fish isn't fun anymore. Maybe because I'm not 10. I have passed the phase where poking fish was fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vegas, fishing. The difference in the entertainment value  is indescribable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really want to go though, despite my friends warning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although I have picked up some advice from an intern in NY. When walking down the streets, look crazy. Make it look like you are about to snap any minute. The crazy people never turn on each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111799076428677669?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111799076428677669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111799076428677669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111799076428677669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111799076428677669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/06/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas baby'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111772008803499319</id><published>2005-06-02T15:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:49:59.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch and release</title><content type='html'>The fishers on TV never keep the fish. They measure it, weigh it, and then let it go. Isn't the whole point of fishing to provide food if you don't have the money to buy it?&lt;br /&gt;Now if those people bought a gold fish as a pet. Would they keep it? Or would they release it back into the wild? On the table would probably be a fish bowl with water and the decoration, but no fish.&lt;br /&gt;If these people were to buy a hooker. They would bring her home. Place her on a scale to weigh her, then measure her. Then let her back onto the streets.&lt;br /&gt;If the navy had a catch and release program for terrorists, it might look something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/navy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/navy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111772008803499319?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111772008803499319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111772008803499319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111772008803499319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111772008803499319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/06/catch-and-release_02.html' title='Catch and release'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111763293317427973</id><published>2005-06-01T14:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:35:33.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Everyday I have to struggle to pick out little outfits for myself. I try to look my best. Let's just say, dog shit doesn't become candy when wrapped in silk paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I try to be clever and combine different type of clothing. Even that's not good enough for the fashion police. I get remarks like, that doesn't look good on you, your head is too big for that shirt, that's what you are wearing? Mother could be very cruel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The other day, a friend of mine asked me when am I going to cut my hair. That's what she said. Cut my hair. Cut my own hair, is that what she is getting at? Considering I don't have that much scissor experience like her, because my mom would not let me touch a pair of scissors until I was 15. Here she is insulting me. Why don't you just take a pair of scissors and stab me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I could maybe do it. I would have to practice first though. I could like, cut strips of paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Second thought, I wont get my hair done. If I do, I'm gonna pick the worst hair cut ever. Just to annoy her even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111763293317427973?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111763293317427973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111763293317427973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111763293317427973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111763293317427973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/06/fashion.html' title='Fashion'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111744995616696515</id><published>2005-05-30T11:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:45:56.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Have you ever woken up and think you are dreaming then go back to sleep and dream that you are dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;The other day when I woke up, I noticed that the TV and the DVD player was turned on. They were turned off before I went to sleep. I'm sure of that. I did some investigation, because I have that kinda time. I came to the conclusions that apparently I must have turned it on. Further analyzes show that I have very little to do when I'm a sleep. I guess I'm bored, and in the need of some entertainment if you know what I mean, and I think you do.&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours of investigating the scene. I got curious about what DVD I had watched when I was a sleep. So I had to use one of my investigation tools, the remote control. It turns out it was the last DVD I bought. It's like one of those self help books, except it's on DVD. It's titled, "How to for idiots: How to have your 10 to do list done before breakfast". This might be a vital evidence, but I think not. I don't see any connection.&lt;br /&gt;While investigating the scene further, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was my roommate, Turtle. He said," Why are you lying on the floor man? Your just tired dude, just tired. Go back to bed".&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, this whole thing was a dream and I was sleep walking. Turtle told me all about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111744995616696515?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111744995616696515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111744995616696515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111744995616696515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111744995616696515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleep-disorder.html' title='Sleep disorder'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111744447974303494</id><published>2005-05-30T10:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:19:03.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams or Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I just had a bizarre dream last night. I like card flourishes, it's on my mind a lot. So is De'vo's next DVD, which is soon to be released.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I met up with some of the &lt;a href="http://www.handlordz.com/"&gt;Handlordz&lt;/a&gt; members, including De'vo. Now De'vo is mysteries. He never shows his face in his DVD's, nor in pictures. I have always wondered what he looked like. Anyways, back to my dream.&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging out with the Handlordz members. I asked them where De'vo is. They said he was on the balcony getting a tan. I walked over to the door. Just as I was about to open the door, De'vo walks in. In my mind, I had imagined him to be this really mysteries cool looking person. Instead, in walked this tiny kid. Apparently asian. He introduced himself as De'vo. That's all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;A few dreams later, I was on the set of &lt;a href="http://www.that70sshow.com/"&gt;That 70s Show&lt;/a&gt;. We were all hanging out in the basement watching TV. For some reason we were all watching That 70s Show. I don't know why, but we had a great time. We were all laughing.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111744447974303494?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111744447974303494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111744447974303494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111744447974303494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111744447974303494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/05/dreams-or-nightmares.html' title='Dreams or Nightmares'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111713694809181054</id><published>2005-05-26T21:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T00:29:05.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I hate the phone service people. They can never get around answering that phone can they.&lt;br /&gt;The other day I had to make a phone call to &lt;a href="http://www.telenor.no/"&gt;Telenor&lt;/a&gt; about my internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;Before you get to talk to the service people, you have to answer a bunch of yes and no questions. That's something that makes you feel really intelligent. Some of the questions were worded weird. Like,"Have you ever had cybersex and do you have email".&lt;br /&gt;After you have answered the questions, not only do you feel stupid but you actually believe you are going to talk to the service people. Not a chance in &lt;a href="http://magic.atomicbrew.com/wp-images/stevebrooks.jpg"&gt;hell&lt;/a&gt;. You get to listen to music. Music that reminds you of a shitty porn movie from the 80s. It's music you don't even want your kids to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Now you are gullible and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the fuck is going on over there. Does the person have a phobia for answering phones? Or do they have a bet going to see who can hold the longest?&lt;br /&gt;If they give me a call about something, I have my boom box ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111713694809181054?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111713694809181054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111713694809181054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111713694809181054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111713694809181054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/05/phone-service.html' title='Phone service'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111704669949452655</id><published>2005-05-25T20:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:25:55.630+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dildo and his companion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/krekar%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 267px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/krekar%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally the government has come to they're senses. They are kicking Mullah Krekar out of the country.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some people said that he is not evil, but I always thought this was a clue (the picture above).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's Krekar on the right. On the left is his lawyer. He looks like a dildo.&lt;br /&gt;By the intense look he gives Krekar, it looks like some one envies all that hair.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dildo:"God I want your hair".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Krekar:"Yeah, but you would still look like a dildo, but with a French tickler".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111704669949452655?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111704669949452655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111704669949452655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111704669949452655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111704669949452655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/05/dildo-and-his-companion.html' title='Dildo and his companion'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111654575303921523</id><published>2005-05-20T00:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T01:35:53.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever since I started this blog I feel pressured to write something everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Today I don't know what to write about. This is also known as filler, just like many of the other posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why the moose died after falling off a cliff?&lt;br /&gt; Because a cow sat on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what a deer says right before it is hit by a car?&lt;br /&gt; C'mon, give it your best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are hidden messages in everything.&lt;br /&gt;When you get a bottle of perfume as a gift, that is just so evil. The hidden message here kids is, you stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, a friend of mine offered me gum and that pissed me off. He did it right in front of everybody too. Why not just take a knife and stab me. If his breath doesn't smell like a meadow, I don't broadcast it like a tornado warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone holds the door for you. By that, they mean you are retarded. It means that you are incapable of doing it your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things not to say while in a public bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;* You need help with that?&lt;br /&gt;* I could really use some help right now.&lt;br /&gt;* What's that ridiculous looking piece of flesh?&lt;br /&gt;* Nice&lt;br /&gt;* Hello everybody&lt;br /&gt;* Wanna see a trick?&lt;br /&gt;* I can make mine look like a burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111654575303921523?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111654575303921523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111654575303921523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111654575303921523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111654575303921523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/05/ramble-on.html' title='Ramble on'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111623356723231702</id><published>2005-05-16T10:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T11:04:29.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 192px; height: 147px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Meet Mark McGowan. That's Mark on a typical Monday morning. He suffers from diarrhea. He had to use the tub. Otherwise, he would clog up the neighborhoods entire pipe system. But he says feel free to use the tub when visiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mark claims that it is an art to scratch up other peoples cars. Don't you find it strange that Mark has only scratched up his boss and his ex-wives cars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111623356723231702?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111623356723231702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111623356723231702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111623356723231702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111623356723231702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/05/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111583252222554011</id><published>2005-05-11T17:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T19:28:42.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I remember when hands free came out. Everybody got excited. What a relief. Now I can talk on the phone and take a piss at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I will never buy one. I don't want to look like a nut case. You pass them on the street, it looks like they are talking to them selves. Although some of them are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now the ear pieces are even smaller. The goal is to make them so small that you can't tell if they are talking to you, talking in the phone or talking with them selves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Scenario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You are in a public bathroom having a phone conversation with a co-worker . People think you are talking to your johnson. Someone asks you what the hell you are doing. You say, you are talking with Johnson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My friends brag about they're ear piece, and that I should get one. Let's just see how smug they are when men in white coats are chasing them down the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111583252222554011?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111583252222554011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111583252222554011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111583252222554011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111583252222554011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/05/hands-free.html' title='Hands free'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111541545805266673</id><published>2005-05-06T23:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:41:22.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Check out this video clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.tbaytel.net/skarpetaa/Savetheantelope.mpeg"&gt;PETA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we know they are hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETA. People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals. Ethical means moral or proper which differs for every person. Its something you discuss.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad when animals are tortured. Sadly, that is the case is some countries.&lt;br /&gt;PETA wants animals to live like humans. To set all animals free onto the streets. They try to accomplish these goals by harassing, threatening people, and funneling the money to people who strike matches and throw bombs.&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me, these people are more like a religion. They operate like a cult.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to set all animals loose onto the streets. I'm saying no baby. You do not want an 800 pound horny gorilla as your neighbor. When it's spring time the gorilla goes,"I'm gonna fuck you until you love me baby". What are you gonna do? Bring a picnic basket and stay for the day? No, you call the cops. But they would be,"Fuck that, I'm out of here". They will be miles away. Even the Taliban are going, "You are some crazy motherfuckers". Some horny bastard might go,"Could be fun".&lt;br /&gt;The world is not a Disney movie where the lion signs a song to the zebra, and later on they make out in the bushes. If it were, I would be making out with Betty Boop.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful dream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111541545805266673?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111541545805266673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111541545805266673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111541545805266673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111541545805266673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/05/peta.html' title='PETA'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111520672093180492</id><published>2005-05-04T12:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:57:17.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To levitate</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't talk a lot about magic in my blog, even though I'm a fan of it and use to be a dorky magician. Right now I'm just dorky.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff McBrides card manipulation series really got to me. When I first started learning, I was hooked. I practiced 4-5 hour's every day for about 2 months. After that I was just so sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;There are some good effects out there and a lot of crap. Some people should not have the rights to put out material in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;At Hocus Pocus, they have been plugging this levitation for about a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In-Flight, the ultimate self-levitation system for the 21st goddamn Century, is back for a limited time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Back for a limited time, and God bless us all. What does it really mean? Back for a limited time. Back for a limited time until we can dig up more bull shit reasons to sell you crap that we don't need. Limited edition. Limited until we make some more.&lt;br /&gt;Magicians have this pipe dream about the ultimate levitation. There isn't one.&lt;br /&gt;A few years back at the fucked up cafe, this person was hyping up everyone about his latest invention. The ultimate levitation. Retro Gravity. In retrospect, it was a bluff. With his so called new levitation, he promised that you could levitate higher and even above water. Above water? What are you going to do? "OK folks, follow me onto this lake. I'm going to levitate over here. Peter come here". That's just ripping off Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, there isn't going to be the best levitation. Or a push button effect. If you are going to create the illusion of levitating, use what you got and just give it some practice and use some showmanship for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Stop coming up with these fucked up levitations. Go create something new and fresh. Maybe the new levitation coming out named, Aliun will be something new.&lt;br /&gt;Ok folks, I'm off to writing my book about the mechanics grip and the many variations I've come up with. The book is going to be a limited edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111520672093180492?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111520672093180492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111520672093180492&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111520672093180492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111520672093180492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-levitate.html' title='To levitate'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111461388422020846</id><published>2005-04-26T19:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:54:53.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't you think it's weird when someone can't explain what they have seen, they cop to the idea that it must have been a UFO? It doesn't cross they're minds that it could be an air balloon, plane, helicopter or a meteor.&lt;br /&gt;Many people claim they have seen aliens. Even worse, they claim the have been abducted. These are the same people you see institutionalized a week later.&lt;br /&gt;We kill each other, we molest children, we rape, we abuse, we screw people over. And we are still eagerly awaiting for the aliens to land on our lovely planet. Don't you think they are galaxies away by now?&lt;br /&gt;Gods probably up there going,"I gave you a nice planet and you fucked it up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111461388422020846?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111461388422020846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111461388422020846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111461388422020846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111461388422020846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/04/aliun.html' title='Aliun'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111416574362225943</id><published>2005-04-22T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T12:29:03.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mob</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Happy 6 Month Anniversary Magic Mafia.&lt;br /&gt;Go check out the &lt;a href="http://magicmafia.myblogsite.com/blog/"&gt;The Mob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111416574362225943?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111416574362225943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111416574362225943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111416574362225943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111416574362225943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/04/mob.html' title='The Mob'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111394679147414688</id><published>2005-04-19T23:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T23:42:20.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/1113912493.49301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 219px; height: 138px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/1113912493.49301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;If you are still doubting. It's not allowed to carry a weapon and wear a mask when you are in the bank. A bank in &lt;a href="http://www.svalbard.com/"&gt;Svaldbard&lt;/a&gt; put up a sign that says just that. It's like they are saying,"No robber,no".&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid robber might go,"Oh shit, where's the fun now".&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is carrying guns now. Even old ladies who just use to carry a mace, but would mix it up with the breath refresher. "Oh, there goes the day".&lt;br /&gt;Guns don't kill people, crazy paranoid people who have no self control with guns kill people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111394679147414688?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111394679147414688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111394679147414688&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111394679147414688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111394679147414688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-you-are-still-doubting.html' title=''/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111359385892561914</id><published>2005-04-15T20:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:24:23.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I do not do drugs. I use to though. I did it once or twice. I just wanted to see what the fuss was about. For you still wondering, it's nothing special. Other then that it enhances your tastes, sensations, colors and you look fucking goofy. You think you are on top of the world. Wrong. You are lucky if you can find your own god damn feet.&lt;br /&gt;What really annoys me are those patronizing people. "Oh, you do drugs because you think it's cool". I can't stand that. Yes I do drugs because I think it's cool, and I want to have a lot of friends. But now, most of my friends are either in rehab or jail.&lt;br /&gt;People like that piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;caffeine is a drug I enjoy and use on a regular basis. When I'm hopped up on caffeine, it kinda feels like when you have drunken a lot of alcohol. The only difference is, you don't get those phone calls the next day like, "I took a piss on your dog"? Well Jr had it coming. The dog has been pissing on my lawn for the past 2 years. So here's a little switch, I'm gonna piss on Jr for the next couple of weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111359385892561914?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111359385892561914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111359385892561914&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111359385892561914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111359385892561914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/04/drugs.html' title='Drugs'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111324875419941338</id><published>2005-04-11T21:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:21:31.233+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/leverpostei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 94px; height: 98px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/leverpostei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No, it's not a poster of the most wanted kid. Would be cool though. They could hand them out at the kinder garden and stuff. And you are wrong again, it's not a photograph from Michael Jackson "Best Friends Album". Now that was uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;It's a Norwegian food product. Stop guessing, no, it's not made of children. Then why the heck is there a picture of a kid on a food product??? Beats me. I asked the company who makes this product. They said;"It looks nice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/marlboro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 112px; height: 129px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/marlboro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, this looks niceer, but are they doing it. Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;Some peoples lack of marketing skills is beyond my understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the fountain of youth? "I use to be a 65 year old man. I ate this disgusting looking product, and look at me now". "He looks like a 10 year old, but you would think you are talking to a 65 year old".&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not a bad idea after all. I admire they're marketing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111324875419941338?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111324875419941338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111324875419941338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111324875419941338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111324875419941338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-its-not-poster-of-most-wanted-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111315891911204997</id><published>2005-04-10T20:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:34:01.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle Wallet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/terminatorwalletfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 95px; height: 120px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/terminatorwalletfinal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle wallet &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The latest thing in magic today is a wallet that can bend coins. Isn't that something? To bend a coin using a wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Why would I need a wallet to bend coins?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't pliers be more handy? And how the heck are you going to bend coins using a wallet? To me that seems to be a better trick. If it was the other way around, pliers to bend a coin. Not that impressive.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, pliers would be more suspicious then a wallet. If you pull out a set of pliers and go "Oh look the coin is bent".&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not a bad trick after all.&lt;br /&gt;Look closley at the picture. Paul's probably going "If you only knew what finger I was showing you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111315891911204997?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111315891911204997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111315891911204997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111315891911204997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111315891911204997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/04/miracle-wallet_10.html' title='Miracle Wallet'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111247650487413163</id><published>2005-04-02T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:15:04.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;You know that little voice in your head?&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on, don't tell me I'm the only one? Well everyone has a voice in their head.&lt;br /&gt;Don't kid yourself.&lt;br /&gt;My voice is in English, and I'm &lt;a href="http://www.norway.com/"&gt;Norwegian.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is going to be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to get a translator to translate what's being said.&lt;br /&gt;For all I know, my voice could be talking to the other voices behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;And God knows what they are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111247650487413163?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111247650487413163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111247650487413163&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111247650487413163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111247650487413163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/04/voices.html' title='Voices'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111228731574905496</id><published>2005-03-31T18:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T18:41:55.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Today someone gave me the finger. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;What does it really mean? Am I suppose to feel bad when someone shows me one of their fingers?&lt;br /&gt;Who invented the finger? Did he try everything else?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at first he showed people his toes. That is really offensive.&lt;br /&gt;Not only does it stink, but you have to take the shoe and the sock off.&lt;br /&gt;Is he the same guy who invented the thumbs up move?&lt;br /&gt;If you show someone your middle finger they will feel bad. If you show your thumb they will feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if you confused those two? "Nice job Bill". Then you give him the finger.&lt;br /&gt;What came first? The thumb or the finger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111228731574905496?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111228731574905496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111228731574905496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111228731574905496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111228731574905496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/03/finger_111228731574905496.html' title='The Finger'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111178411496941031</id><published>2005-03-25T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T21:55:14.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I want to become a stand up comedian when I grow up. It is my biggest dream.&lt;br /&gt;I get the feel that I haven't grown up yet.&lt;br /&gt;People are constantly yelling at me,"Would you grow up".&lt;br /&gt;I try to ask them for advice. They tell me to stop acting like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. If I could have one wish, it would be to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111178411496941031?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111178411496941031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111178411496941031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111178411496941031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111178411496941031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/03/stand-up.html' title='Stand up'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111161024515245040</id><published>2005-03-23T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T21:37:25.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking on TV</title><content type='html'>I will never understand why they cook on TV.&lt;br /&gt;I can't smell it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't eat it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't taste it.&lt;br /&gt;The end of the show they hold it up to the camera-&lt;br /&gt;"Well here it is. You can't have any. Thanks for watching. Goodbye"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111161024515245040?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111161024515245040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111161024515245040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111161024515245040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111161024515245040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/03/cooking-on-tv.html' title='Cooking on TV'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111153338704784324</id><published>2005-03-23T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T02:58:21.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay men not playing by the rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't you think gay men should have their own bathrooms?&lt;br /&gt;Not to be rude or anything.&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, it's kinda like a man going into the ladies bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is, he is disguised as a real man.&lt;br /&gt;Or instead of that, they should go to the ladies bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;They belong to that team. If we have to play by the rules, then so should they.&lt;br /&gt;What about those transsexuals? What the fuck is up with that? Who are they fooling?&lt;br /&gt;Was it a decision making problem? Or are they waiting for the operation to be completed?&lt;br /&gt;A man wearing make up is kinda like a leopard giving you a facial, it doesn't really work.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone should have their own bathroom, it should be the transsexuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111153338704784324?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111153338704784324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111153338704784324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111153338704784324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111153338704784324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/03/gay-men-not-playing-by-rules.html' title='Gay men not playing by the rules'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111150298139458903</id><published>2005-03-22T15:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T15:49:41.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Caffeine is a drug- don’t kid yourself. It’s a drug that makes you work harder- that’s why it isn’t outlawed. If coffee made you sit at home all day and giggle at cartoons- it’d be illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these coffee shops are basically government approved crack houses. People walk in disheveled looking for a fix, can barely operate- then they leave happy and motivated to work. Watch somebody walking into a coffee shop and then watch the same person leaving. Got a little kick in their step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they could find a way to put caffeine in cigarettes the government would look the other way too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111150298139458903?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111150298139458903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111150298139458903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111150298139458903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111150298139458903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/03/crack.html' title='Crack'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111150004003852812</id><published>2005-03-22T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T15:04:44.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The ball and vase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I found a cool video clip of a magic act that is totally original. Never seen anything like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xs4all.nl/~lrvk/lejo/gogul.html"&gt;Ball and Vase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111150004003852812?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111150004003852812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111150004003852812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111150004003852812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111150004003852812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/03/ball-and-vase.html' title='The ball and vase'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111144293882653411</id><published>2005-03-21T23:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:14:36.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Man in Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/Nathan_Burton_elvis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/4264/320/Nathan_Burton_elvis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate Burton &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Magician Nathan Burton does his best David Blaine impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right; the Las Vegas entertainer intends to lock himself in a box with seven scantily clad showgirls for seven days in a publicity stunt that will take place March 9-15 in front of the Desert Passage's "V" Theater at the Aladdin hotel-casino.&lt;br /&gt;Our homeboy Burton is doing his stunt Vegas-style. He's borrowing some of Mayor Oscar Goodman's finest sequins and feathers, and spending an entire week locked in a box with a rotating troupe of 75 busty, hardly dressed women. No food. No water. Just an endless supply of energy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Howard Stern is scheduled to interview a boxed-in Burton; E! is planning a half-hour special; and the nightly news programs and entertainment gossip shows will likely follow. Plus, when it's all over, Burton won't just walk away. The box will be lowered, put on a cart, wheeled out to a waiting flatbed truck and then transported down Interstate 15 on its way to Hollywood, where it will be opened before a live television audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell us, magic man, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the chance of a lifetime for me," says Burton. "I have my five minutes of fame, and I want to make something of it. I want to be the one reality person that people remember."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111144293882653411?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111144293882653411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111144293882653411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111144293882653411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111144293882653411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/03/man-in-box.html' title='Man in Box'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111137212815471363</id><published>2005-03-21T03:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T03:31:16.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Father of Modern Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought I write a little about Robert Houdin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Robert Houdin was born december 7 1805 in France. He was the father of modern magic. Before he cam along, magicians were basicly street performerse. They were consideret crooks, criminals and no one would assosiated with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the late 1840 Houdin had put watch making aside and dedicated him self to magic. He did magic diffrently. Utilizing his watch making skills he brought atonetoms into his act. One of the atonetoms was an orange tree. He would borrow a bill from a from a gentelman and a ring from a lady. He would place them into a hanky and then set it on fire. The tree started to grove oranges. They were real oranges. He would take one orange and toss it to the gentalman and inside would be his signed bill. The orange on top of the tree would crack open and butterflies would fly out of it with the hanky and the ring attached to the hanky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Robet Houdin took magic off the streets and brought it to the theater. He changed the very nature of magic. Magic was becomming a respectical theatrical art for the upper classes. Magicians were becomming celebrities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In 1854 he desided to put magic aside and become a writer to study electrisety. The french goverment had diffrent ideas however. What was to follow was going to be one of the most legendary stories of magic. How a magician ended a war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The french at that time were occupying the algeers wich where know as the Marabous who claimed that they had magical powers. They pulled theyre teeth out and put them back in and said I have magical powers and you dont. I now rule your country. Houdin picked up an apple and said fire. He caught the bullet with the apple. That did not impress them enough so he said fire again and this time he caught it between his teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The trick that really stoped the killing was the Light and Heavy Chest. He cast a spell over a man who showed he was such a powerfull magician. He could take away the mans strenght and the man could no longer pick up the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He stoped a lot of killing with a single magic show, now thats amazing. However on June 13 1871 the great magician past away. His legacy however carried on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope you learned some thing and enjoyed reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111137212815471363?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111137212815471363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111137212815471363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111137212815471363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111137212815471363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/03/father-of-modern-magic.html' title='The Father of Modern Magic'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111136195341588148</id><published>2005-03-21T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T00:39:35.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping disorders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;How can I suck at something I do every night? You would think I'd learn by now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very light sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;How about these people who can sleepwalk and eat in their sleep?&lt;br /&gt;That's amazing  - I can't even sleep in my sleep and these people are multitasking.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a sit ups, brush my teeth and shave sleeping disorder.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I wake up I could have half my to do list done. Then go bakc to bed, and get more done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111136195341588148?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111136195341588148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111136195341588148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111136195341588148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111136195341588148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/03/sleeping-disorders.html' title='Sleeping disorders'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111135809109767227</id><published>2005-03-20T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:35:53.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm jealous of crazy people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wish I heard voices in my head, because I'm really freakin bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It'd be great, somebody to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I get tierd of my own thoughts, I could use a nother opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Hey Voice, what do you think of that comercial?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Really, I thought it was stupid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I could fight with my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I like a good fight. right to the end. Even when a person says , "I guess we will have to agree to disagree."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Nope, I don't even agree with that. In fact, I disagree to agree. I don't agree with anything you say."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And that starts a whole nother argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I like when somebody says, " You always have to have the finale word."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"You got me there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lets agree to agree to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111135809109767227?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111135809109767227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111135809109767227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111135809109767227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111135809109767227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/03/voice.html' title='The Voice'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583084.post-111135639263866785</id><published>2005-03-20T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:06:32.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, this is it. I finally decided to start my own blog. Not that I have anything important to say. I was just so bored out of my mind. Plus the doctor suggested it to me. He said a blog would be a nice way for me to get rid of my rage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People think I suffer from insanity. I don't suffer from inasinty, I enjoy every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is my first post. Go nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583084-111135639263866785?l=crazymanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/feeds/111135639263866785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583084&amp;postID=111135639263866785&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111135639263866785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583084/posts/default/111135639263866785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazymanic.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>kotkin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
