<?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-5970416</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:29:09.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Devil was HERE</title><subtitle type='html'>Ching Ching !!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-107898365061977439</id><published>2004-03-10T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:43:59.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style= "filter:GLOW(color=redorange,strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font col&lt;br /&gt;or=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hey ppol hows life. For me life is great i have a boyfriend. life maybe busy for me but im thinkin bout my baby boy everyday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-107898365061977439?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107898365061977439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107898365061977439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107898365061977439' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-107326076027689517</id><published>2004-01-04T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T16:01:04.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style= "filter:GLOW(color=deepskyblue,strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys u think my little brother is cute well u should see him in a dress. He really, really looks like a girl.He looks very pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-107326076027689517?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107326076027689517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107326076027689517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107326076027689517' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-107292348177811868</id><published>2003-12-31T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T18:19:20.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style= "filter:GLOW(color=redorange,strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font col&lt;br /&gt;or=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CALL 9-11"&lt;br /&gt;last nite or morning on New Years, Danzjazz was terrorize.It started when Mrs.Beleno looked up to the studio and she said the door looks broken. Mrs. Beleno called a dancer near by to check on the studio. Mres. Beleno also called Marko and Mrs.Germar to check on it to. Then she went to our house to inform us from there we called the police and went yo check on it. When we arrived there were broken glass. Lucky nothing was stolen. The person just terrorized our door.The mothers,Marko, and Manny spet most of there time cleaning. Ofcourse the police came they took pictures. From there we locked up so no one can get it but us. After we locked up we went home and waited until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-107292348177811868?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107292348177811868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107292348177811868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107292348177811868' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-107206999664983711</id><published>2003-12-21T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T21:13:32.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style= "filter:GLOW(color=lavender,strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font col&lt;br /&gt;or=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a poem i made check it out.&lt;br /&gt;When ever you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;When ever you fell there is no reason to go on.&lt;br /&gt;i will be there&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the shoulder you can lean on&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the friend you can depend on&lt;br /&gt;i will be there&lt;br /&gt;You need so one to tall you its okay&lt;br /&gt;And someone who will show you the way&lt;br /&gt;When things dont go right&lt;br /&gt;yes there were days you are not willing to fly&lt;br /&gt;Someone who believes &lt;br /&gt;Believes you are the way &lt;br /&gt;I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-107206999664983711?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107206999664983711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107206999664983711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107206999664983711' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-107196517980025897</id><published>2003-12-20T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T16:06:35.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style= "filter:GLOW(color=deepskyblue,strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so complicated. I never have time for my friends or anything fun. Sometimes  i wish i wasnt alive i rather be dead. I hate my life. Sometimes i even wish i was someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-107196517980025897?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107196517980025897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107196517980025897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107196517980025897' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-107110266814182601</id><published>2003-12-10T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T03:57:58.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=orange, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned so much that i never new before this is my first web site and its turning out great. The  things i learned are putting pictures, links, changing my font and color. I enjoy having a blog&lt;br /&gt;it help express my feelings that people could know show i feel. it gives you a choice of using private or public. It really helps  instead of getting stress. It help you get stuff off you chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-107110266814182601?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107110266814182601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107110266814182601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110266814182601' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-107049660020421055</id><published>2003-12-03T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:10:10.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=orange, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u wanna noe my history well..... ok Ever since kinder i've been a very bad girl. like in kinder i pushed my teacher and i always fought with my classmate.And in 1st grade i luved tripping people.In 2nd grade a kicked boys butt and then i cried and went to the principal and blamed them ha ha ha. And 3rd grade i started pulling the boys pants down and if they bothered me and tried iton me i just kick their butt hehehe. 4th grade i pulled the fire alarm .in 5th grade i made the person dictionary that said things about people. And i madea person cry and this year i start jaking all kinds of pens hey i proud to say THATS ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;c ya laterz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-107049660020421055?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107049660020421055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107049660020421055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107049660020421055' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-107023689990021201</id><published>2003-11-30T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T16:07:38.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=navy, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst thing parents can do to their children? &lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is abuse their children because i wonder wat the children do to make their parent hit them. And if the parent to come up to me i woul ask them WHATS WRONG WITH YOU. Because what they are doing is so mad. But the worstest thing they can do is starve them until they die it make me mad just to think what the children go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-107023689990021201?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107023689990021201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107023689990021201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107023689990021201' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-107006271400703542</id><published>2003-11-28T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T04:55:39.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style= "filter:GLOW(color=deepskyblue,strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a good neighbor? &lt;br /&gt;A good neighbor should be nice watch over your house incase some trys to steal from you. They should also be a good friend. they should help you when you are in need.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-107006271400703542?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107006271400703542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/107006271400703542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107006271400703542' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106963222994542534</id><published>2003-11-23T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T02:02:55.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=green, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;What if cows gave root beer instead of milk? &lt;br /&gt;i wonder ...... because they give root beer wat would make ice cream and with out the ice cream u cant make floats and there wont be anymore got milk comecials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106963222994542534?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106963222994542534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106963222994542534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106963222994542534' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106963194991393992</id><published>2003-11-23T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T02:04:15.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=deepskyblue, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;What is something that really makes you angry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U wanna noe wat make me angry its my brothers. Everyday they make me mad . and sometimes i wish i was the only child. All my brothers do is make me mad and when i did nothing to them. to me my house is sometimes living HELL .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106963194991393992?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106963194991393992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106963194991393992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106963194991393992' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106928609671862987</id><published>2003-11-19T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T02:04:55.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=navy, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;What is your favorite month? Why? &lt;br /&gt;My favorite moth is December because there are lots of holidays and that means no school!!! OH YEAH!!! and its x-mas and that means lots of presents :) and on the last day of december its the new years oh yah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;C ya laterz &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106928609671862987?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106928609671862987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106928609671862987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928609671862987' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106902791762351393</id><published>2003-11-16T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:14:22.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=silver, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;My top 3 favorite sites beause.......&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;A href="http://www.beatgreets.com"&gt;beatgreets&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatgreets is one of my favorite sites because you can get all kinds of               music greetings that you can send to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;A href="http://www.hotmail.com"&gt;hotmail&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotmail is my another of my favorite sites because its eacy to use and its free.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com"&gt;apple&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple is my favorite site because you can chack out all kinds of things like games, music, and movies.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106902791762351393?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106902791762351393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106902791762351393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106902791762351393' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106902716435668932</id><published>2003-11-16T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T15:59:29.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://www.beatgreets.com"&gt;Get free music greeting that you can send to friends.&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106902716435668932?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106902716435668932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106902716435668932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106902716435668932' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106868254044691996</id><published>2003-11-12T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T04:32:51.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.imgag.com/product/artists/charlies_angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106868254044691996?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106868254044691996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106868254044691996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106868254044691996' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106868130797188645</id><published>2003-11-12T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:15:06.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=gray, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;What would happen if there were no television? Why would this be good? bad? &lt;br /&gt;If there were no tv no...........It would be bad very very bad. Tv i cant live with out the goodtv shows and the tv stars will just be regular people and thats not good at all.but it wont happen hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;C yah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106868130797188645?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106868130797188645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106868130797188645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106868130797188645' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106859558364254302</id><published>2003-11-11T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:16:20.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=white, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;What is something that really bugs you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You wanna noe wat really bugs me people that treat others with out respect and people without manors or watever cuz some people just think that they can do any thing they want. u noe wat i really dislike snobs u wanna noe y they act like they are the boss of everything.. &lt;br /&gt;oh well i guess some people will never change.&lt;br /&gt;c yah !!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106859558364254302?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106859558364254302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106859558364254302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859558364254302' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106842329712668098</id><published>2003-11-09T16:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:19:03.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=navy, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;What would happen if you found gold in your backyard? &lt;br /&gt;If i found gold in my backyard i would say cool!!and invest it and trade it for money but not for my own use but for people who need it.I dont need money the poor need it more. Anyways my life is perfert already and yah. k i ran out of things to say so ill just gonow bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C YA LATERZ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106842329712668098?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106842329712668098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106842329712668098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106842329712668098' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106842334235327597</id><published>2003-11-09T16:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:18:02.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=pink, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;What would happen if you found gold in your backyard? &lt;br /&gt;If i found gold in my backyard i would say cool!!and invest it and trade it for money but not for my own use but for people who need it.I dont need money the poor need it more. Anyways my life is perfert already and yah. k i ran out of things to say so ill just gonow bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C YA LATERZ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106842334235327597?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106842334235327597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106842334235327597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106842334235327597' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106842334710172218</id><published>2003-11-09T16:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:17:37.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=green, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;What would happen if you found gold in your backyard? &lt;br /&gt;If i found gold in my backyard i would say cool!!and invest it and trade it for money but not for my own use but for people who need it.I dont need money the poor need it more. Anyways my life is perfert already and yah. k i ran out of things to say so ill just gonow bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C YA LATERZ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106842334710172218?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106842334710172218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106842334710172218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106842334710172218' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106842335283307644</id><published>2003-11-09T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:17:07.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=yellow, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;What would happen if you found gold in your backyard? &lt;br /&gt;If i found gold in my backyard i would say cool!!and invest it and trade it for money but not for my own use but for people who need it.I dont need money the poor need it more. Anyways my life is perfert already and yah. k i ran out of things to say so ill just gonow bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C YA LATERZ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106842335283307644?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106842335283307644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106842335283307644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106842335283307644' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106842229660122237</id><published>2003-11-09T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:19:35.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=orange, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;What is something you dislike about yourself? &lt;br /&gt;What i dislike about mysefl is that i am so BUSY! i hardly have time to have any fun.The things i have to do is well.....lots.there is danzjazz,sports,and even more.dosnt that stink.oh yah!!!wee got to go SEE YAH !!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106842229660122237?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106842229660122237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106842229660122237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106842229660122237' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106833034877591848</id><published>2003-11-08T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T04:34:14.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://home.att.net/~tcvcaccc/gambit.jpg"width=180&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xmen-uk.co.uk/rogue.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106833034877591848?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106833034877591848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106833034877591848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106833034877591848' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106825592178794640</id><published>2003-11-07T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T02:01:57.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.thelovemachine.20fr.com/extras/downloads/animated%20gifs/GRKiss.gif"width=150&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106825592178794640?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106825592178794640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106825592178794640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106825592178794640' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106825579905250358</id><published>2003-11-07T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:20:51.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="filter:GLOW(color=red, strength=2)"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;i love a boy name Kevin.He is not only a crush but also a boyfriend.I love because he makes me smile he nice and we have lots of things in common.Kevin make me feel special and he is very easy to talk to and he is very understanding to me he is VERY SWEET.and that y i luv him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106825579905250358?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106825579905250358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106825579905250358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106825579905250358' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106807771522758960</id><published>2003-11-05T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T16:16:13.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.dargonzine.org/pix/dz8-3c.gif"width=150&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106807771522758960?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106807771522758960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106807771522758960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106807771522758960' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106807724649368634</id><published>2003-11-05T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T16:07:30.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is your idea of a dull evening? &lt;br /&gt;  My  idea of a dull evening is being at th library or at the musem.I hate going to these places because well..... Its boring!!!! well thats all I an say so.... SEE YAH!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106807724649368634?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106807724649368634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106807724649368634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106807724649368634' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106799171790797202</id><published>2003-11-04T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T16:22:01.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you do for exercise?&lt;br /&gt; I do lots of exercise. There is dancing and sports. First of all i love dancing and i love sports.Dancing help me balance and time.Sports of all kind help me with speed and more.Both excercises help me keep in shape,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106799171790797202?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106799171790797202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106799171790797202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106799171790797202' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106799050518702211</id><published>2003-11-04T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T16:01:48.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you think makes a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend should be honest.You wouldn't like a friend that  lies would you. A good friend should be your friend because you are you.You wouldn't be a persons friend because they are popular, or would use you to get revenge over people.A friend that I would like a friend that would always be at my side, AND THAT MAKES A GOOD FRIEND !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106799050518702211?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106799050518702211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106799050518702211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106799050518702211' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106721328307599677</id><published>2003-10-26T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T16:08:03.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's your fav song and why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song is perfect by simple plan. This song tells me that you can;t be perfect but who could ever be? This is also my favorite band. They are very good.&lt;br /&gt;And this song speaks to me. When  i am mad i listen to this song and it cheers me up all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106721328307599677?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106721328307599677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106721328307599677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106721328307599677' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970416.post-106671955495965411</id><published>2003-10-20T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T23:59:14.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wassup dudes and dudetts i just want to tell you that Silent is Violent!!&lt;br /&gt;It means DON'T FART WHEN THERE IS PEOPLE AROUND YOU .The only place you can fart is at YOUR HOUSE ! But when you fart in front of people especially your friend they might pretend that they don't know you case they will feel embarrassed. But your true friends wont  cause well their your friends and YAH !! Until next Time so..........SEE YAH !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5970416-106671955495965411?l=puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106671955495965411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5970416/posts/default/106671955495965411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppiesk8er5.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106671955495965411' title=''/><author><name>Jeanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992064681344066639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
