<?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-26279604</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:02:02.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some funny stuff about chicks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnystuffaboutchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26279604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnystuffaboutchicks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blogsteiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293476717553452237</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26279604.post-114524934305057906</id><published>2006-04-16T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:49:03.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 12.75pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;One of Kay's male mates' girlfriend blew some guy in the toilets of a bar while he waited for her - her apology email is first followed by his response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad,&lt;br /&gt;It would be difficult for me to be any more miserable right now, I feel like the worst person ever. First, let me start by saying that I am truly truly sorry, and I hate myself for hurting you. Of all the people in the whole entire world, you were honestly the last person that I would ever want to wrong in any way. There is no excuse at all for anything that happened, so I won't even try other than to say all of us had WAY too much to drink, and I did a stupid thing. I can handle you being p*ssed at me, I absolutely deserve it, I can even handle the ugly words that were exchanged between us, what I can't handle is thinking that you see me as a different person. It is weird, I feel like I just went through a horrible break up or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world looked funny yesterday, I couldn't crack a smile if you paid me, there are songs I can't listen to, and I just feel beyond crushed. I don't know if you meant everything you said to me, and I am hoping that you didn't. I know that I was wrong on many levels, but I am also hoping that this is something that we can deal with. I know it sounds totally crazy and stupid, but you have come to play such a significant role in my life, I can't imagine my days without you. It is totally strange and weird to say that, and you could say that my behaviour didn't reflect that, and you would be correct. I hate feeling like you hate me, and I hate feeling like all of your friends think I am a terrible person, because I am not. I know there is nothing I can say or do to take back what happened, but I just want you to know that fighting with you was just about the worst thing I could have ever imagined. It was right up there with one of the ugliest nights of my life, and I would give anything in the world to rewind and fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if you will respond to this, part of me thinks that you won't. If not today, then maybe some other time. Also, thanks for getting my stuff together, although I think my sunglasses are still at your house, if you could keep your eyes peeled for them that would be great. Can't even focus or work today, I can't eat, I seriously feel like it was an ugly break up, and I am hoping against hopes that it was not that and you are not done with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't cut me off, I really don't think I can handle that. I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 12.75pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;hr align="center" width="100%" size="2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Elizabeth,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your concern. I'll be sure to file it away under "L" for "Long-winded diatribes from drunken whores I couldn't care less about". You did a stupid thing huh? No... doing long division and forgetting to carry the one is "a stupid thing"; Mixing in a red sock with a load of whites is "a stupid thing"; Blowing some guy in a bathroom for 45 minutes while I sit at the bar wondering if you're taking so long because you ate too much bran that morning isn't as much a "stupid thing" as it is grounds for permanent removal from my social calendar. To be honest, I'm not sure if it was more amusing that you went and degraded yourself in a public toilet not once but twice in a 2 hour span, or that you seemed to think that by saying "Well, I didn't love him" somehow gave you a clean slate. So forgive me if I couldn't care less if the world "looked funny" to you yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since your world revolves around blow dryers, golden retrievers, Prada Bags and Jelly Beans, I'm sure it must have been most unsettling to actually have to consider someone else's feelings for 24 hours straight. The good news for you is that my friends don't think you're a terrible person, they just think you're the average run of the mill come-guzzling blond who commands about as much respect as your average child p*rn collector. I could be wrong but, it's pretty hard to respect some chick who comes out to spend the night at my place even though she's seeing someone else and winds up tongue-bathing the taint of anyone who decides 30 minutes of droning commentary on Colin Farrell's new haircut is worth putting up with for a hand job in the men's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about being a guy is that when I eventually bump into the young lad who finger-blasted you on top of a towel dispenser last saturday, we'll have a shot and laugh our heads off about the time it happened. By the way, for the amount of time you claim to spend in spin class you really must be doing something wrong to sport the thunder thighs you do. Watching you parade around my bedroom in a thong was a little like watching sea lions mate. Thought you might like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I BCC'd about 100 people on this email.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you never,&lt;br /&gt;Brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26279604-114524934305057906?l=funnystuffaboutchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnystuffaboutchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/114524934305057906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26279604&amp;postID=114524934305057906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26279604/posts/default/114524934305057906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26279604/posts/default/114524934305057906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnystuffaboutchicks.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-of-kays-male-mates-girlfriend-blew.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogsteiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293476717553452237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26279604.post-114524925652286639</id><published>2006-04-16T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:47:36.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NICKNAMES・&lt;br /&gt;If Laura, Suzanne, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Suzanne, Kate and Sarah.・&lt;br /&gt;If Mike, Charlie, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Sh*t-Head and Four-eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EATING OUT・&lt;br /&gt;When the bill arrives, Mike, Charlie, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.・&lt;br /&gt;When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY・&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.・&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATHROOMS・&lt;br /&gt;A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel from M&amp;S.・&lt;br /&gt;The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGUMENTS・&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.・&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATS・&lt;br /&gt;Women love cats.&lt;br /&gt;・Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE・&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.・&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;・A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.・&lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARRIAGE・&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.・&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRESSING UP・&lt;br /&gt;A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the bins, answer the phone, read a book, and get the post.・&lt;br /&gt;A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATURAL・&lt;br /&gt;Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.・&lt;br /&gt;Women somehow deteriorate during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFSPRING・&lt;br /&gt;Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favourite foods, secretfears and hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;・A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHT FOR THE DAY・&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing.・&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a woman says: C'mon...This place is a mess. You and I need to clean.Your trousers are on the floor and you'll have no clothes if we don't do the laundry now.・&lt;br /&gt;What a man hears: C'MON ... blah, blah, blah YOU AND I blah,blah, blah, blah, blah ON THE FLOOR blah, blah, blah, NO CLOTHES blah, blah, blah, blah, NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26279604-114524925652286639?l=funnystuffaboutchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnystuffaboutchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/114524925652286639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26279604&amp;postID=114524925652286639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26279604/posts/default/114524925652286639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26279604/posts/default/114524925652286639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnystuffaboutchicks.blogspot.com/2006/04/nicknames-if-laura-suzanne-kate-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogsteiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293476717553452237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26279604.post-114524873473049903</id><published>2006-04-16T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:38:54.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's some humor for you all. Remember to check back for more as it comes ....hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26279604-114524873473049903?l=funnystuffaboutchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnystuffaboutchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/114524873473049903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26279604&amp;postID=114524873473049903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26279604/posts/default/114524873473049903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26279604/posts/default/114524873473049903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnystuffaboutchicks.blogspot.com/2006/04/heres-some-humor-for-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogsteiner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13293476717553452237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
