<?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-1258613808109398622</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:52:36.303-08:00</updated><category term='phony'/><category term='sucker'/><category term='fail'/><category term='ratchet'/><category term='fake'/><category term='weak'/><category term='simp'/><category term='buster'/><title type='text'>Mr. Holloway's World</title><subtitle type='html'>BLOG RULES:

1. If I know you, you are subject to be a subject in my blog. Keep in mind if I don't use your name, then NO ONE knows that is you. So do not get mad at me for putting you on blast. This should keep you on your best behavior when you are in my presence.

2. I will try to keep cursing to the minimum. I want an expanded audience.

3. This is MY blog. So I technically do what I want to do and have the right to delete any unwanted comment.

Enjoy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-5998791824472283958</id><published>2011-01-15T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T04:45:30.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm......She's not busy....She's probably dating 20 people</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my homeboy last night and he told me that he really liked this chick.  He was going on and on about her about how great she was, how she came from a good family, and he thought she could be a potential.  So I asked some more questions about her and he told me that sometimes its hard to get her time because of the kind of work she does.  I inquired more about what she does and I thought to myself.......she doesn't work that hard, and can't be that busy.  I guess the way she describes her work to him, it sounds like what she does is awfully difficult, but common sense should have told him she is hiding something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant it...it is possible for a woman to work extremely hard, but I know something from my office....if a woman wants to go home she finds a way.  Especially in high stress job, women will get a way from the office by any means necessary.  With that being said I had to break something down to him that probably broke his heart, but oh well it had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see when you meet a woman who is 28 or up and they are not married, they are at a hard place in their life.  Their friends are either married or unmarried with kids and they are missing a void in their lives.  It's not odd for a woman to date up to 10 guys at once.  Grant it, if she is single she has all the rights to do that.....but if she ever gets into a relationship with a guy and has to cut off the other 9 guys she was dating....it will be a major problem.  Simply because the woman basically has been fishing for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With men......there is a motive behind going out with a lot of chicks.  It revolves around 3 reasons......well....1 reason....if you don't know that reason, then refer to Men 101 and drink 2 cups of bleach and call me in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I advised my homeboy.....wait your turn or do something trifling to eliminate all the other guys.  However, if he does eliminate the other guys....he will have to suffer the consequences if she falls for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless......if a woman tells you she's busy, tell her stop lying, there is no such thing as busy if you really are interested in someone.  Believe that.  Don't stress over it....go sleep with her friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holloway Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-5998791824472283958?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5998791824472283958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/hmmmmshes-not-busyshes-probably-dating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5998791824472283958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5998791824472283958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/hmmmmshes-not-busyshes-probably-dating.html' title='Hmmmm......She&apos;s not busy....She&apos;s probably dating 20 people'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-5395806801703525851</id><published>2010-07-01T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:58:19.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I fed up with DC already or fed up with 1-D people....</title><content type='html'>You hear it all the time, the Federal Government is full of overpaid underachieving workers.  I wouldn't necessarily agree with that statement, but in many cases you do run into people who wouldn't have a career, if their weren't shielded by the protection of the being a civil servant.  In my position now which is a Program Analyst, I perform administrative functions, some project management, some program management, and a lot of ad-hoc items.  My career background is in claims processing, nothing more, nothing less.  Grant it I can leave the Federal Government and find a less paying job somewhere else, however not all people I work with can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my co-workers always ask me why am I working on a Ph.D? Why do I teach part time at a college? Why do I teach online classes?  The answer is easy.....because I am not one dimensional.  I have always been outside the norm.  Even as a child, I always had my hand in something else.  So naturally as an adult, I want to branch out and see what I'm really good at.  Who knows?? I may not want to work for the Federal Government for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I almost knocked one of my co-workers the **** out because of a smart comment he made.  I usually let the comments slide because for the most part they are losers without the jobs they have.  If you take away their job, they have nothing.  No accolades, no great achievements, or really good life accomplishments.   When I look at my resume, I think that I have a accomplished a lot to be in my early 30's.  However, I know there is still more to come, because I am destined to be great.  No BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through a lot in my life.  Most things that I have experienced would rattle a normal person.  However my co-workers have no idea.  Things I've done, they think I'm lying when I tell them, but I am very serious.  I have no reason to lie to a nobody.  It's one jerk who likes to play both sides of the fence, and I've been watching him, he likes to run back and forth and hype things up, but he's no threat.  However, he talks to other people and tries to empower them, so they start running out the side of their neck as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little do they know, I will break their face.  No if, ands, or butts about it.  I know violence is not the answer, but sometimes you have to check someone when they are out of line to let them know, hey this world is real, this is not your fantasy land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come to DC to make friends with anyone nor will I kiss anyone's ass to please them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, stay tuned tuned for more updates on these 1-D people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-5395806801703525851?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5395806801703525851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-fed-up-with-dc-already-or-fed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5395806801703525851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5395806801703525851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-fed-up-with-dc-already-or-fed-up.html' title='Am I fed up with DC already or fed up with 1-D people....'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-7170653491201345022</id><published>2010-06-09T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:13:47.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I get invited to a party on Facebook......read on..</title><content type='html'>This is the invite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent&lt;br /&gt;Presents...&lt;br /&gt;Sexy In The City, "Pink and Blue Affair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: Saturday, July &lt;br /&gt;Where:  , WDC&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $25&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy a private yacht experience, food, music by DJ ****, fun, and celebrating the life and times of **************** as she enters her 30s in STYLE!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is a ticketed event, no ticket, NO ENTRY, NO EXCEPTIONS!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ladies attire:  Pink&lt;br /&gt;Mens attire: Blue and White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NO EXCEPTIONS to the attire, your ticket will be refunded!&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are sold on a first come first served basis...capacity is 110, so get your tickets TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blank Stare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I respond....I Google, Pink Blue and White.....these are the top images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://di1.shopping.com/images/pi/11/90/6c/96533627-200x200-0-0.jpg?p=p12.514c0b32820fafb47b3f&amp;a=2&amp;c=1&amp;l=8059568&amp;t=100609205950&amp;r=1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://di1.shopping.com/images/pi/11/90/6c/96533627-200x200-0-0.jpg?p=p12.514c0b32820fafb47b3f&amp;a=2&amp;c=1&amp;l=8059568&amp;t=100609205950&amp;r=1" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/19232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/19232.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW TELL ME WHY WOULD I WANT TO GO TO A PINK AND BLUE PARTY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she get mad at me for saying no.  It's nothing personal.....It's tacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8iwJkZuzuE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8iwJkZuzuE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-7170653491201345022?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7170653491201345022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-i-get-invited-to-party-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/7170653491201345022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/7170653491201345022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-i-get-invited-to-party-on.html' title='So I get invited to a party on Facebook......read on..'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-1147448117867754970</id><published>2010-06-06T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T09:20:49.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is how I feel today. I gotta buckle down. LOL. Too much going on at one time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mosests.com/images/cookout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.mosests.com/images/cookout.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-1147448117867754970?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1147448117867754970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/full-plate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1147448117867754970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1147448117867754970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/full-plate.html' title='Full Plate'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-8146807998448927835</id><published>2010-05-17T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:38:41.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooooooo my student says</title><content type='html'>You look really annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE I AM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISH THE EFFIN EASY @$$ TEST I JUST GAVE YOU SO I CAN GO HOME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S_HTa58sS4I/AAAAAAAAADY/boGAxo-CnLc/s1600/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S_HTa58sS4I/AAAAAAAAADY/boGAxo-CnLc/s320/cow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472387481417304962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-8146807998448927835?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8146807998448927835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/soooooooo-my-student-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/8146807998448927835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/8146807998448927835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/soooooooo-my-student-says.html' title='Soooooooo my student says'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S_HTa58sS4I/AAAAAAAAADY/boGAxo-CnLc/s72-c/cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-8327942340256608115</id><published>2010-05-17T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:25:53.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh.....Ratchets in the DMV!!</title><content type='html'>I tell people every day who ask me how is DC?  I tell them working is OK.  It's the people here that make this city undesirable and not livable for an extended period of time (over 4-5 years).  Grant it DC can be good for networking.  There are alot of jobs here that mean absolutely nothing and people make careers out of these jobs for 30+ years.  Interesting to the least bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a ratchet update!! So this ratchet invites me over to her crib after a short time.  Like literally hours.  She says she has people over so it will be all good.  After she pesters me for a few hours, I say OK, I will stop by on my way to another engagement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stop by and its this ratchet and her cousins.  She meets me in the hall way and says she is on the way to a party as well.  So her outfit is a tight pink dress showing cleavage and legs. I was like damn, what a way to dress when a guy is coming over your house.  (Already labeled as ratchet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation is started and the collective group of ratchets are amazingly opinionated.  I feed them some BS to get them antsy. One thing I noticed that when you get people antsy they tend to show their true selves.  So I took notes and planned how I would approach this ratchet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do you know, the ratchet texted me later on with small talk. I tell her that I'm now at the airport renting a car, so I can go to a graduation. She asks why? I say because it is not is DC.  She was like but you have a car.  (If this was TV, this would be when the picture starts to swivel and go to a flashback..see below.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACK:  Logical people would assume that if someone was renting a car to go to an out of state function, that would mean either the place is far and they don't want to put miles on their car.  Common sense right? NOPE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me being the smart aleck that I am, I post it on Facebook, the moment the question is asked. I get a couple of responses and everyone agrees with me.  So I'm still trying to write this ratchet off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today this ratchet sees the update and comments wow.  Then she sends me a BlackBerry message and then deletes me off her BBM contacts. LOL.  So I go back to check Facebook and she is gone. LOL.  So I send her a message and she says this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well the status you put up on your page regarding a logic test was down right disrespecful. (the whole rent a car situation). Im not a person who deals with drama or disrespect. I am FAR from being retarded and you basically put that up after our discussion. Thus LOGIC would infer that it was about me. Whether your a nice person or your speak your mind has yet to be seen. You have shown me your blatant disregard for people i.e. specifically me. I DO NOT take kindly to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respond and say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;well...if that's the way you interpreted it. and it was far from disrespectful. nevertheless, sensitivity...oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when did ratchets become so sensitive?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.....hope this made you smile cause clearly TBC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-8327942340256608115?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8327942340256608115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/uhratchets-in-dmv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/8327942340256608115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/8327942340256608115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/uhratchets-in-dmv.html' title='Uh.....Ratchets in the DMV!!'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-4987818331966486697</id><published>2010-05-16T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:24:47.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is attainable if you make an honest hard working attempt</title><content type='html'>Today my cousin graduated from dental school and I attended the graduation. Everytime I go to someone's graduation it makes me want to achieve more. Makes me want to go do something spectacular. Maybe its my ambition or competitive spirit. Maybe I'm just effin crazy. But one thing I won't ever be is last in the line. Basically people if you work hard at something, then anything is possible. Just do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-4987818331966486697?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4987818331966486697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/everything-is-attainable-if-you-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/4987818331966486697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/4987818331966486697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/everything-is-attainable-if-you-make.html' title='Everything is attainable if you make an honest hard working attempt'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-5176503946129879270</id><published>2010-04-21T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:05:12.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night Stand Contract....hilarious</title><content type='html'>I find you attractive and desirable. In an effort to get to know you better and explore&lt;br /&gt;new opportunities, I propose we spend a romantic night together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any activities we engage in must be mutually agreed upon. I promise my intention&lt;br /&gt;is to get to know you, with no harm intended, either physical or emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Although some intimate powers of romantic persuasion are acceptable, I will never&lt;br /&gt;attempt to force you to do anything you do not want to do. Our goal is to get to know&lt;br /&gt;each other in as many ways as possible, (without dating) including but not limited to&lt;br /&gt;adventurous, steaming hot, slippery "I can't take it anymore" marathon passionate sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a personal desire of mine. I want you. I agree to keep this experience between us.&lt;br /&gt;It is strictly confidential. No one else needs to know. Friends, relatives, even strangers,&lt;br /&gt;and especially our mothers will not find out, or ever need to know. We are not dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in the event our adventure turns out to be a positive experience that you or I want to&lt;br /&gt;repeat, I agree to limit the attempts to ask to see you again. Either one of us has the option&lt;br /&gt;to ask the other again only once. If the second party says no, go away, I agree to never&lt;br /&gt;bring up the subject again. In that event I further agree to uphold our one night contract and &lt;br /&gt;keep the entire adventure completely confidential, and a one time thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be extremely rewarding for me to fulfill your every desire. I agree to put forth&lt;br /&gt;every possible effort to please you. During our one night relationship, I promise I will&lt;br /&gt;do my very best to fulfill your every desire, fantasy, want and need. Along with my own&lt;br /&gt;passion and orgasmic sexual surprises, I will satisfy you in precisely the way you ask me to,&lt;br /&gt;being as romantic as I can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We agree to help each other clean up any messes including whipped cream &amp; food stains.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to keep my volume down, so we don't disturb the neighbors, or arouse suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We agree to leave quietly at our predetermined time without singing, skipping, or crying.&lt;br /&gt;I agree not to leave any distinguishing marks on your body, including hickies.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for your consideration. I look forward to accepting your signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your place? ____________or my place? ____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed _____________________________________ Date______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed _____________________________________ Date ______________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-5176503946129879270?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5176503946129879270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-night-stand-contracthilarious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5176503946129879270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5176503946129879270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-night-stand-contracthilarious.html' title='One Night Stand Contract....hilarious'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-7837463663117447637</id><published>2010-04-13T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:41:50.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare Sense please.</title><content type='html'>OK.....I read newspaper articles everyday.  Why because articles in newspapers are the least biased form of the media that reaches the public.  I like local and national news stories, I also like off beat news and interest pieces.  Anywho, what I'm saying is if more people read the newspaper than blogs (ironic), gossip pages, and watching TV, COMMON SENSE WOULD BE MORE COMMON.  Face it, no matter how book smart a person is, they are always 75% idiot when not in their comfort zone.  Most people don't know how to analyze a thought before they spew ignorance on an unsuspecting audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point today, I post on Facebook that I'm about to go get a Double Down sandwich from KFC.  You never heard of a Double Down? hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S8Sswfbf9wI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TxdWgfPhOG4/s1600/doubledown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S8Sswfbf9wI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TxdWgfPhOG4/s320/doubledown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459678597350422274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I post this people start saying : Don't have a heart attack.  I mean honestly, what kinda of ish is that to say to someone?  That like you going to see a newborn and telling the parents, I hope your kid isn't as dumb as you.  Or like you're about to have sex with someone and say, my ex has HIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order to for me to keep my sanity I have to rationalize.  Everyone isn't as intelligent at you, so don't expect much out of people.  I hate this is the case.  Anyway for the idiots who think a sandwich with no bread will kill you lets go down the history of unhealthy sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the Monster Burger from Hardees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S8SrO2aTJWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7s1eBpUP1JQ/s1600/monster+burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S8SrO2aTJWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7s1eBpUP1JQ/s200/monster+burger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459676919892223330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two 1/4 lb patties, few slices of cheese, 6 bacon strips and mayonnaise. No one died from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how about the classic Tripple Whopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S8SrmoGneHI/AAAAAAAAADA/X9FwjYCUWZk/s1600/tripple+whopper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S8SrmoGneHI/AAAAAAAAADA/X9FwjYCUWZk/s200/tripple+whopper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459677328368433266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 patties, onions, lettuce, tomato, pickles, ketchup, mustard, cheese, and whatever else Burger King will add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to the most unhealthiest burger of all times.  The Luther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S8Sr_6T4_VI/AAAAAAAAADI/w7nfO2RZEDk/s1600/luther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S8Sr_6T4_VI/AAAAAAAAADI/w7nfO2RZEDk/s200/luther.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459677762752675154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right this is a bacon cheeseburger in between two Krispy Kreme doughnuts, and people eat this ish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is you can be the most health conscious person on earth, however if you don't read the facts before you say something stupid.  You are recognized as an public idiot.  Please obtain Rare Sense.  It's not for sale, but you can find it one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-7837463663117447637?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7837463663117447637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/rare-sense-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/7837463663117447637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/7837463663117447637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/rare-sense-please.html' title='Rare Sense please.'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S8Sswfbf9wI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TxdWgfPhOG4/s72-c/doubledown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-7441888721307659681</id><published>2010-03-14T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:37:56.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ratchet'/><title type='text'>Fact Check, Sorry had to bust your bubble in front of your Facebook friends, but apparently they don't know you BS them.</title><content type='html'>First of all, sorry I haven't wrote a blog in a while.  Haven't been that busy, just been lazy.  Even though I have millions of thoughts in my head at any given time.  Just haven't took the time out to write to my peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so where do I begin.  Living in DC now I have to endure all kinds of people, all kinds of diversity.  In ATL, people adapt to the city and eventually they HAVE to fit in.  In DC you don't have to fit in, you can do whatever you want to do and hope someone will accept you.  Either way it goes, its just that many people so you can find a new group of associates every week if you like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being intertwined with these people I have to listen to some of the craziest conversations I have heard in my life.  You know how it is when you hear FOX News, or listen to talk radio, or read comments from newspapers on the web.  These people really live amongst us.  It's actually kind of scary.  A lot of these people work with me and you will never know it until they get into a conversation with you or you over hear a third party conversation when you are out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, one of my co-workers who is always posting something on his Facebook page, I guess to appeal to his "other" friends.  He made a statement about Cash4Gold and Hammer.  I saw it responded, then he tried to get into a heated debate over it.  This is not new, this happens at work all the time and he always loses.  Why? Because he doesn't know the facts.  When you make a statement which is easily verifiable, check the facts before you put it out to the world.  It will make you look more intelligent trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I informed this guy on what Hammer can make on this deal.  He gets mad.  So I break down the numbers Cash4Gold made $30 Mil in 2007 and $90 Mil in 2008, so why can't they pay Hammer over a million dollars in 3 years.  Keep in mind he makes appearances and commercials.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking its over, then my BlackBerry goes off and it's this @$$ clown again apologizing to his "other" friends saying it's out of his character.  In true Facebook coward fashion, he blocks me because I can't see the post anymore, which is even funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what kind of dude gets emotional over a fact check? I won't even spare details on other events, but just know that I and others know the real deal.  I guess since it's 2010 people can't keep it 100 at all times.  Anyone who knows me personally probably can verify that I'm consistent.  Nevertheless, I digress, and I feel better after I blogged.  Some people will never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you handle people who talk out the side of their neck, then run for the hills when times get tough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-7441888721307659681?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7441888721307659681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/fact-check-sorry-had-to-bust-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/7441888721307659681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/7441888721307659681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/fact-check-sorry-had-to-bust-your.html' title='Fact Check, Sorry had to bust your bubble in front of your Facebook friends, but apparently they don&apos;t know you BS them.'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-8590743869380647540</id><published>2010-02-15T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:32:14.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLIZZARD 2010 two of them and the aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S3nm7oCgdsI/AAAAAAAAACk/FDaAcPJhjDg/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S3nm7oCgdsI/AAAAAAAAACk/FDaAcPJhjDg/s200/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438631937061189314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S3nm7RFk5JI/AAAAAAAAACc/gMkI4R06hj0/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S3nm7RFk5JI/AAAAAAAAACc/gMkI4R06hj0/s200/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438631930900046994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S3nm60QTAtI/AAAAAAAAACU/SNwrWaN3b6I/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S3nm60QTAtI/AAAAAAAAACU/SNwrWaN3b6I/s200/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438631923160384210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S3nm6UK1CxI/AAAAAAAAACM/BO63c0ThFZ0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S3nm6UK1CxI/AAAAAAAAACM/BO63c0ThFZ0/s200/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438631914547514130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the party is over 10 days off of work because of the snow.  I don't know how I'm gonna adapt upon my arrival.  Good feeling and bad feeling, just need to get back on track and not have a meltdown.  After all going to work is good, staying at home doing nothing is bad.   Oh well....will have a report once I'm off.  Sure there will be alot on my mind.  Blogging helps me keep my mind clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-8590743869380647540?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8590743869380647540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/blizzard-2010-two-of-them-and-aftermath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/8590743869380647540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/8590743869380647540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/blizzard-2010-two-of-them-and-aftermath.html' title='BLIZZARD 2010 two of them and the aftermath'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/S3nm7oCgdsI/AAAAAAAAACk/FDaAcPJhjDg/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-5510108069379261551</id><published>2010-01-17T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:03:47.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red needs a bikini wax. LMAO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Red-Fraggle-fraggle-rock-87785_1200_1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 700px;" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Red-Fraggle-fraggle-rock-87785_1200_1800.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I used to be a Fraggle Rock fan until I noticed Red always had her bush out. LMAO.  She needs a bikini wax ASAP.&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/1258613808109398622-5510108069379261551?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5510108069379261551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/red-needs-bikini-wax-lmao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5510108069379261551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5510108069379261551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/red-needs-bikini-wax-lmao.html' title='Red needs a bikini wax. LMAO.'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-2996005700536852826</id><published>2009-11-12T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:16:27.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coupons VS. You can afford full price</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediabistro.com/unbeige/original/money%20house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/unbeige/original/money%20house.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comment on Facebook was said by a ratchet that "if you can afford it" why use a coupon? Also she would clown a dude for taking her out and using a coupon.  *Blank stares*  *Swinging baseball bat at her head*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this article called Rich People &amp; Coupons - A Chicken and Egg Question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are some excerpts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have recently read that higher income people (over 70K/yr) use coupons frequently and conversely, low income people hardly ever use them. Now I grant you that 70K can hardly be classified as "rich" in today's world but there is enough of a difference between the two income groups that it too defies logic. You would think low income people would eagerly embrace using coupons to gain any advantage they can, and that people with a comfortable income would not feel the need. But such is not the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, I think probably it boils down to attitude, a mindset. I think having an attitude of being careful with money, taking advantage of every coupon they can find, starts in people and eventually these type of people become rich. It's an attitude of not throwing away money, of understanding that the time spent clipping coupons saves way more than it costs. These types of people would rather spend the money on other things that they enjoy. I contend that people who develop the habit of using money wisely are the ones who become rich. The poor stay poor because they continue to make bad choices. No one holds you down, in this country we are free to break out of our circumstances but it takes work, no one is going to hand it to you. The American difference is we have the freedom to move from lower to upper class. Everyone faces prejudices of one sort or another. Feeling sorry for yourself or using an excuse is a cop out. Why allow anyone else's attitude toward you to hold you back? Why give them that power over you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty good advice.  So what do you think?  Do you think coupons are dumb or pointless?  Grown people speak up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-2996005700536852826?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2996005700536852826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/coupons-vs-you-can-afford-full-price.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/2996005700536852826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/2996005700536852826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/coupons-vs-you-can-afford-full-price.html' title='Coupons VS. You can afford full price'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-1110572805153947927</id><published>2009-10-26T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:57:24.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Berries, The Funk, and Above The Neck</title><content type='html'>So I spent the night over this chick's house and she asked me did I want to take a shower and I was leery of it because I don't like strange people's showers.  If they have a guest room, I might take a shower at someone's house.  If I'm out of town....of course I would have to take the shower.  Any who she was making me feel like I was musky and she eventually forced me to take a shower.  She brought me a set of towels.  I took the towels into the bathroom I noticed that I had three wash cloths.  *CRICKETS*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a closer look at the wash cloths and I noticed they were monogramed.  One had a B, the other had an F, and the last one had an A.  So I walked outside and I asked this lady.......what in the hell do these letter stand for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the B were for the Berries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The F was for the Funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the A for for Above the Neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well damn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-1110572805153947927?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1110572805153947927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/berries-funk-and-above-neck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1110572805153947927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1110572805153947927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/berries-funk-and-above-neck.html' title='The Berries, The Funk, and Above The Neck'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-8368007696526807013</id><published>2009-10-25T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:35:55.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleavage......explain this to me ladies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBM6CBtuHS4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBM6CBtuHS4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pick myself up from laughter.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I was checking out a friends pic on Facebook and she went to a formal or semi formal event and had on a nice dress.  Some other women there had on nice dresses as well.  I noticed many of them had cleavage out.   So I was wondering, why do women wear outfits that show cleavage.  You know men are gonna look at your breasts all day/night long and want to perform mammograms on you or either motorboat.  So what is actually the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some do it for attention.  But most women I have asked really don't even think about their cleavage being out.  I know for women with big breast, they are in a lose-lose situation every time they go out.  But I'm talking about the cutting board to the little bit above average women.  Why would you wear something that takes the attention off your face?  If you got an ugly face, then you get an excuse.  Let's honestly discuss this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-8368007696526807013?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8368007696526807013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/cleavageexplain-this-to-me-ladies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/8368007696526807013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/8368007696526807013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/cleavageexplain-this-to-me-ladies.html' title='Cleavage......explain this to me ladies.'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-3296776239155756359</id><published>2009-10-24T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:21:27.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women in DMV part 1.</title><content type='html'>OK....so I have officially been in the DC Metro area for a little over 2 months.  Bad traffic....no really good restaurants......no Super Wal-Marts, no good places to go in general. Unless they are hidden, there isn't that much things that are enjoyable but payday Friday. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless.......I have encountered quite a few women, most were intelligent, just lacked common sense.  It's really annoying.  Not gonna rant and rave about lots of them, but I will point out two in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is a lawyer who asked me to run a 5K race with her.  When I saw the text I couldn't even respond because I never had been asked something so asinine in my life.  Who asks people to run races? Like seriously.  I'm not walking 5K let alone run it.  If she wants to race me......she needs to find the first Nintendo and get a power pad.....then we can race....on hands and knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is a high level govt employee. (Thank goodness not at my agency) Now.......she thinks because we went to the same college, we have a connection.  Well that's the only part of the connection.  I didn't know her while I was in school. As a matter of fact she graduated before I got there, so technically she is too old to be talking too.  I'm not looking for a wolf. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I text her asking what's up and she like let's meet up at a haunted house.  A haunted house? Seriously? WTF I look like Scooby Doo? I'm not interested in no haunted houses.  If someone jumps out on me....I'm gonna jab them in the head.  I am too grown to be paying to be scared by adults who clearly have no future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway stay tuned.....I'm looking for more entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-3296776239155756359?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3296776239155756359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/women-in-dmv-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/3296776239155756359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/3296776239155756359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/women-in-dmv-part-1.html' title='Women in DMV part 1.'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-8908773246215621346</id><published>2009-10-15T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:27:58.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little boy.....the balloon......and this BS.</title><content type='html'>OK.....so if you weren't hiding under a rock today......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some little kid in Colorado was assumed to be floating away in a man made flying saucer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family was previously featured on "Wife Swap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HoqRIAwkps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HoqRIAwkps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Massive search occurred.  The flying saucer was found miles away.  Boy wasn't in it.  Boy found hours later in the house.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, who in the hell loses their child in a flying saucer?  If you are building sh** at your house that can possibly carry your children away via the air, LOL, then clearly you don't need kids.  Who doesn't search their house when a kid is missing?  Who wouldn't tear their house apart room by room, box by box, closet by closet?  This should be common sense people.  They wasted so many man hours on this little bastard who is lacking parenting.  Then I'm watching them interview the family and I swear the little boy said "We did it for the show."  I don't even want to discuss this BS anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong America.  Too many people want quick celebrity.   I bet they get a show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame John and Kate fake star asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-8908773246215621346?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8908773246215621346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-boythe-balloonand-this-bs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/8908773246215621346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/8908773246215621346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-boythe-balloonand-this-bs.html' title='The little boy.....the balloon......and this BS.'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-2017000632471271637</id><published>2009-10-07T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T03:44:34.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my!!!  Who cares if she curses at officials?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eparsa.fr/world/images2/news4/body-issue-espn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 420px;" src="http://www.eparsa.fr/world/images2/news4/body-issue-espn1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-2017000632471271637?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2017000632471271637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-who-cares-if-she-curses-at.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/2017000632471271637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/2017000632471271637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-who-cares-if-she-curses-at.html' title='Oh my!!!  Who cares if she curses at officials?'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-4479593192656710604</id><published>2009-10-05T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:15:07.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who goes to baseball games.  If you don't know who they are, you live a sheltered life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/35/l_739f9d60cc5147789c735d97dd2e1bcf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 486px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/35/l_739f9d60cc5147789c735d97dd2e1bcf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-4479593192656710604?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4479593192656710604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-who-goes-to-baseball-games-if-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/4479593192656710604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/4479593192656710604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-who-goes-to-baseball-games-if-you.html' title='Look who goes to baseball games.  If you don&apos;t know who they are, you live a sheltered life.'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-6582053190642308559</id><published>2009-10-04T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:57:58.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you serious? Please do better.</title><content type='html'>OK....see this is another reason why I decided to leave Atlanta.  A lot of people in Atl believe that they are celebrities and they are not.  They think because they go to social events around the city, that they have actual "star" power.  They think because they buy "nice" (cheap) outfits and take pictures by the "fake" paparazzi out at these events that they are really contributing to society.  When in reality these people are mostly underachievers with low self esteem who are in dead end jobs and are headed towards a difficult future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I was on Facebook today stirring up my typical ish.  I make a comment on a pic jokingly.  Then the joke goes west and I have to flex my "Internet" muscle on someone who keeps deleting the comments because honestly they are on the slow train to loserville.  Nevertheless a third party is commenting as well and they leave an interesting comment that made me ponder.  I will take an excerpt from the comment and try to analyze it because I honestly hope this person is not that clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that's fine put us on blast then we will get more followers and publicity is good publicity and once us pr ppl flip this we will have our own reality show all off ur 2k emails u sent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I deciphered that I gathered that in some people's mind they think it's cool to have a goal to be a reality star.  Are you really serious?  Is our society that messed up to where everyone thinks quick fame can put them on easy street? Grant it for 1 out of 100 celebrities this is true.  The other 99 are pretty miserable.  These are the ones you see on gossip sites or in newspaper articles in total disarray.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, who am I to judge what someone aims to be?  All I'm saying is set realistic goals.  Success doesn't come easy.  If you aren't willing to put in hard work, then you will continue to stay on that treadmill called "the struggle."  The struggle is a good place to be for a while, but eventually you have to evolve into your own.  Take heed of these noble words and I didn't even go hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-6582053190642308559?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6582053190642308559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/news-flash-idiot-alert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/6582053190642308559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/6582053190642308559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/news-flash-idiot-alert.html' title='Are you serious? Please do better.'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-8941750104872400061</id><published>2009-10-03T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:42:29.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So apparently women like to google men</title><content type='html'>Today on Facebook a friend got played by a dude.  Seems like she was really disturbed because she found some stuff on the Internet about him.  I know this for a fact, YOU DO NOT go digging up dirt to not find buried treasure.  So if you are not prepared to find it.....DON'T GO LOOKING!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically a comment was left saying this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Girl the same thing happened to me except that fool was actually married! I found his myspace with pics of his wife and kids. He had just been on there 30 min before me and didn't change his married status either. The crazy thing was that I told him I was gonna google him and he told me everything I would find except that 1 major detail! Then he lied when I gave him a chance to tell me! I had to burst his bubble real quick! FYI fellas, sistas are ALWAYS a step ahead in the game whether u know it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you were a step ahead of the game?  Why are you dating married men? should have checked that after the first date.  One would assume.  Things that make you go hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are women really one step of the game? NO, neither are men.  If you like someone, you like someone and always hope for the best.  Sometimes it doesn't work out.  That's life.  Get over it. Life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-8941750104872400061?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8941750104872400061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-apparently-women-like-to-google-men.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/8941750104872400061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/8941750104872400061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-apparently-women-like-to-google-men.html' title='So apparently women like to google men'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-297078929483491594</id><published>2009-10-03T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:12:59.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Snuggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/41LDKtdx_-I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/41LDKtdx_-I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-297078929483491594?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/297078929483491594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-snuggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/297078929483491594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/297078929483491594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-snuggie.html' title='My Snuggie'/><author><name>J. 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YUCK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fossilfarmsostrich.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/Andoullie%20Sausage%20Raw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 459px; height: 372px;" src="http://www.fossilfarmsostrich.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/Andoullie%20Sausage%20Raw.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stop at Giant Food today which is one of worst grocery stores known to man.  Anyway I'm walking around to get a few things and I walk by the meat section and this lil Jamaican ratchet is cooking.  Well I guess she was Jamaican, anyway she ask me "Do I want a sample?"  I saw the sausage in the package and I was thinking to myself it's no possible way she can eff this up in an electric skillet. So I tasted it because she was looking at me. Oh my............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.veer.com/IMG/PIMG/CCP/CCP0006937_P.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://images.veer.com/IMG/PIMG/CCP/CCP0006937_P.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Intentional grounding..........Turnover on downs.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the worst tasting food I ever had in my life.  Disgusting.  I couldn't spit it out because there was no trash can near me.  I contemplated spitting it in the frozen food section in a freezer.  I also contemplated spitting it on some produce. So now I'm pissed walking in the store.  So I got me some shrimp from the seafood section and I see a good price on frozen shrimp as well, grabbed that and headed to the register.  Oh yeah, the meat hasn't went anywhere.  The lady rings up my things and I noticed that it came up a little low.  I look at the screen and see what she missed.  This woman doesn't even look at the screen to see she is ringing up items.  COMMON SENSE says.........if someone has a 2 lb bag of shrimp....their total should be more than $10.  Oh well......their loss my gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full as a tick right now.  Fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-6142180976840719396?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6142180976840719396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/sausage-sample-yuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/6142180976840719396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/6142180976840719396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/sausage-sample-yuck.html' title='Sausage sample. YUCK!!!'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-2349356110023653292</id><published>2009-10-01T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:10:03.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chairmanslog.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/cmon-son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://chairmanslog.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/cmon-son.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-2349356110023653292?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2349356110023653292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/2349356110023653292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/2349356110023653292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-6402746418558284088</id><published>2009-09-30T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:27:08.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Step out on your own</title><content type='html'>Recently I located from Atlanta to Washington, DC.  I didn't want to do it, I had to do it.  I felt like I was in a dead end in my position and I was at the career ceiling where I would have to wait for someone to leave or die.  I figured it would work out for the better.  After all I was in a leadership program which groomed future leaders in my agency.  The program was coming to an end, so I started applying for jobs.  I got the first one I applied for. (GO FIGURE)  So two months later, I was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me do it?  The hell if I knew.  I just knew that it was something that was necessary for my career path.  Sometimes you have to leave out of your comfort zone to experience new things.  You have to believe in your decisions and make it work for you.  If it doesn't work, you know inside your head that you can always come back home.  However, if you do that....you might have that what if?  What ifs are not good.  They make you wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, step out on your on, take a risk.  It might change your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-6402746418558284088?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6402746418558284088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/step-out-on-your-own.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/6402746418558284088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/6402746418558284088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/step-out-on-your-own.html' title='Step out on your own'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-4092481178873402035</id><published>2009-09-29T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:45:08.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Costumes LMAO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.costumesupercenter.com/csc_inc/images/items/343x432/50449DI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 432px;" src="http://cdn.costumesupercenter.com/csc_inc/images/items/343x432/50449DI.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.costumesupercenter.com/csc_inc/images/items/343x432/CH52032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 432px;" src="http://cdn.costumesupercenter.com/csc_inc/images/items/343x432/CH52032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.costumesupercenter.com/csc_inc/images/items/343x432/5709PFW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 432px;" src="http://cdn.costumesupercenter.com/csc_inc/images/items/343x432/5709PFW.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.costumesupercenter.com/csc_inc/images/items/343x432/CH52025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 432px;" src="http://cdn.costumesupercenter.com/csc_inc/images/items/343x432/CH52025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.costumesupercenter.com/csc_inc/images/items/343x432/CH52007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 432px;" src="http://cdn.costumesupercenter.com/csc_inc/images/items/343x432/CH52007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-4092481178873402035?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4092481178873402035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/halloween-costumes-lmao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/4092481178873402035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/4092481178873402035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/halloween-costumes-lmao.html' title='Halloween Costumes LMAO!!!'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-3127986081917438150</id><published>2009-09-29T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:06:12.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my!! Saudi suicide bomber hid IED in his anal cavity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://homelandsecuritynewswire.com/single.php?id=8705"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-3127986081917438150?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3127986081917438150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-saudi-suicide-bomber-hid-ied-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/3127986081917438150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/3127986081917438150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-saudi-suicide-bomber-hid-ied-in.html' title='Oh my!! Saudi suicide bomber hid IED in his anal cavity'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-3931732446611703805</id><published>2009-09-29T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:20:39.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the hizzle fa shizzle!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/muNOyqhVjg8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/muNOyqhVjg8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-3931732446611703805?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3931732446611703805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-hizzle-fa-shizzle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/3931732446611703805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/3931732446611703805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-hizzle-fa-shizzle.html' title='Off the hizzle fa shizzle!!'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-1552806270589394989</id><published>2009-09-29T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:59:14.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to see the good Dr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/189791995_52d734263a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/189791995_52d734263a.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo!! If your face look like this.  You need to use your health insurance to clear that up.   Better yet here are some remedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.fayobserver.com/dadfactor/files/2009/02/aquafresh-sensitive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 256px;" src="http://blogs.fayobserver.com/dadfactor/files/2009/02/aquafresh-sensitive.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.giftlandofficemax.com/images/sea%20breeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://www.giftlandofficemax.com/images/sea%20breeze.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.realself.com/files/imagecache/product/noxema%20The%20Original%20Deep%20Cleansing%20Cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.realself.com/files/imagecache/product/noxema%20The%20Original%20Deep%20Cleansing%20Cream.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AND IT WORKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-1552806270589394989?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1552806270589394989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-to-see-good-dr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1552806270589394989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1552806270589394989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-to-see-good-dr.html' title='Time to see the good Dr.'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-595038970311386603</id><published>2009-09-28T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:40:14.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't you dress like Michelle Obama?</title><content type='html'>So I work in a building with various government agencies.  Some VERY major in this countries affairs.  Hell you see alot working two blocks from the White House.  Sometimes on lunch break I walk down the street and just observe how women dress.  Some conservative, some scantily clad, and some just take that risk and wear something totally inappropriate.  Why can't more women dress like Michelle Obama?  I mean at work, at the club, just whenever they go out.  She is a well dressed woman and I wish I could meet a woman who would dress conservative like this.  It gets your much further and it might even get you a doughnut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/cnrward/Style%20and%20Clothing%20pics/MichelleStyle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 499px; height: 301px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/cnrward/Style%20and%20Clothing%20pics/MichelleStyle1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/michelle-obama-style-tips.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 391px;" src="http://static.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/michelle-obama-style-tips.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/fashion/images/2009/01/30/michelle_obama_fashion_style.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 442px;" src="http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/fashion/images/2009/01/30/michelle_obama_fashion_style.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://extratv.warnerbros.com/images/news/0227michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 352px;" src="http://extratv.warnerbros.com/images/news/0227michelle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/fashion/images/2008/11/17/michelle_obama_fashion_style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 418px; height: 381px;" src="http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/fashion/images/2008/11/17/michelle_obama_fashion_style.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-595038970311386603?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/595038970311386603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-cant-you-dress-like-michelle-obama.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/595038970311386603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/595038970311386603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-cant-you-dress-like-michelle-obama.html' title='Why can&apos;t you dress like Michelle Obama?'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/cnrward/Style%20and%20Clothing%20pics/th_MichelleStyle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-1690690913046657315</id><published>2009-09-28T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:21:25.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;What if Snow White was promiscuous?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-1690690913046657315?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1690690913046657315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1690690913046657315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1690690913046657315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-5101213823983220550</id><published>2009-09-28T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:42:34.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I see this women on the Metro, then I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuWokj68EMo/R1QZkypkfDI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZaEf9Ldulg0/s1600-R/Skunk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 439px; height: 655px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuWokj68EMo/R1QZkypkfDI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZaEf9Ldulg0/s1600-R/Skunk2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm riding home on the Metro today and I sit down across from this pretty woman who has a dot on her head.  So I am assuming it is due to her religion.  She has on regular clothes and is dressed nice.  Toes out with polish. I can't really check her out how I want to because she is sitting down.  So we go about 4 of 5 stops and she smiles at me, I don't smile back because I play like I don't see her. LOL.  The next stop is her stop, so she gets up, and I see that she was blessed from the heavens above.  I took my earphones off to speak, but when she got close this smell took over.  I almost threw up out of my nose.  Now riddle me this.......why even get dressed up nice if you stink?  Grant it she could be from another country but there is no excuse, this is America the home of the soap and water.  Please use it daily and wisely.  She ruined my train experience for the day.  Bye skunk!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-5101213823983220550?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5101213823983220550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-see-this-women-on-metro-then-i.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5101213823983220550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5101213823983220550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-see-this-women-on-metro-then-i.html' title='So I see this women on the Metro, then I'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuWokj68EMo/R1QZkypkfDI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZaEf9Ldulg0/s72-Rc/Skunk2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-2322337671182575048</id><published>2009-09-28T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:27:13.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times when you know you have to move fast</title><content type='html'>When you go in the restroom at work and you see three people grab toilet covers and enter separate stalls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-2322337671182575048?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2322337671182575048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/times-when-you-know-you-have-to-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/2322337671182575048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/2322337671182575048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/times-when-you-know-you-have-to-move.html' title='Times when you know you have to move fast'/><author><name>J. 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NLT "That Girl"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUrR9WI0emM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-2097077933198744840?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2097077933198744840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-songto-get-you-up-in-morning-nlt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/2097077933198744840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/2097077933198744840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-songto-get-you-up-in-morning-nlt.html' title='Good Song...to get you up in the morning.  NLT &quot;That Girl&quot;'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-7452699064561119464</id><published>2009-09-27T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:12:50.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Dig Em a Thug?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1236/924700200_8323b1719d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1236/924700200_8323b1719d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-7452699064561119464?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7452699064561119464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-dig-em-thug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/7452699064561119464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/7452699064561119464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-dig-em-thug.html' title='Is Dig Em a Thug?'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1236/924700200_8323b1719d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-5640177179328938255</id><published>2009-09-27T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:35:32.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok......so the sad woman saga goes on....</title><content type='html'>Alot of times on Facebook women put up status messages that talk about relationships.  Sometimes they are good, other times, it is just revealing bipolar behavior that stems from the failed ability to sustain a relationship with a man who doesn't want them in the first place.  Today I saw one saying that the new school man isn't making the cut, so they want someone old school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming this means she wants a guy with old fashioned values.  One who will open the door for her and throw his jacket down in a puddle.  You know.....the one that doesn't exist.  OK maybe some do exist, but I'm playing devil's advocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell women all the time, that men have to tolerate you for you to stay around.  If you get on a man's nerves he will do things to make you go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to what I'm saying is basically, before you get upset because your love life isn't going as planned.  Or you are over 25 and not married.  Take a look at yourself.  What are you bringing to the table?  Are you financially stable?  Are you entry level or do you have an established career?  Do you present yourself as a mature woman?  Do you have a good sense of humor?  Anyway, hopefully, one day you will get it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-5640177179328938255?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5640177179328938255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/okso-sad-woman-saga-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5640177179328938255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5640177179328938255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/okso-sad-woman-saga-goes-on.html' title='Ok......so the sad woman saga goes on....'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-9064072961799995890</id><published>2009-09-27T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:07:49.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW.  Natural Gas Leak.....in DC area</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTrm-h9uRIs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTrm-h9uRIs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was in May........and it almost happened again today.  This is crazy.  This is going to be a lawsuit because an explosion can happen again that can take out multiple stores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-9064072961799995890?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9064072961799995890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-natural-gas-leakin-dc-area.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/9064072961799995890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/9064072961799995890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-natural-gas-leakin-dc-area.html' title='WOW.  Natural Gas Leak.....in DC area'/><author><name>J. 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Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-1943284633607004508</id><published>2009-09-27T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:28:30.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're an idiot. Part 1 of Mini series.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been chatting with someone and they just keep saying dumb ish that pisses you off?  This happens to me often when I'm talking to people about the simplest topics.  Like I don't understand, why don't people realize when they are wrong.  What's so hard about accepting the truth?  Do you really think you are that important?  NEWSFLASH!! You're not.  You're mediocre and you are getting on my nerves. You guys think I should copy the IM and post it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-1943284633607004508?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1943284633607004508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-idiot-part-1-of-mini-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1943284633607004508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1943284633607004508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-idiot-part-1-of-mini-series.html' title='You&apos;re an idiot. 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Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-7910924991794944</id><published>2009-09-27T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:56:09.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not The Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqjgywunYU1qa3llao1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;Expires=1254185391&amp;Signature=M1HtWU6DGnYWYEfSp2YGbMTDNDw%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqjgywunYU1qa3llao1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;Expires=1254185391&amp;Signature=M1HtWU6DGnYWYEfSp2YGbMTDNDw%3D" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-7910924991794944?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7910924991794944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-same.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/7910924991794944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/7910924991794944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-same.html' title='It&apos;s Not The Same'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-9133493837959641525</id><published>2009-09-27T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:48:03.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAO. That Teddy.  This is too much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u8UqT1hSR3E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u8UqT1hSR3E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-9133493837959641525?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9133493837959641525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/lmao-that-teddy-this-is-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/9133493837959641525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/9133493837959641525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/lmao-that-teddy-this-is-too-much.html' title='LMAO. That Teddy.  This is too much.'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-5144264084624493494</id><published>2009-09-27T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:29:49.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;So I had a friend stay the night the other day and I probably won’t let them stay over again.  I mean have you ever had someone of the opposite sex stay the night at your house and just get entirely too comfortable.  Keep in mind…..NOTHING HAPPENED. No sex, no kissing, no nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;So I wake up and she tells me “I got some of your juice.”  I was thinking to myself WTF?  So she continued to talk about how she got thirsty in the middle of the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIME SLOWS DOWN IN MY HEAD INTO A FLASHBACK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;As I recall when I stayed the night over a female’s house and I got thirsty in the middle of the night.  I do not take the liberty to go into their kitchen and look around for drinks.  I would just go to the bathroom cup my hands under the sink and drink a few sips and go back to sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;Then she starts going on about what kinda pie I got in the fridge.  I’m like I don’t have no effin pie in the refrigerator.  So at this point, I am utterly disgusted because this ratchet has violated my personal space and I really want to kick her out.  I didn’t I said let me go back to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;Wake up an hour or so later and she gets up and goes into the bathroom.  OK, fine.  I am trying my best not to listen, but I am going down the list of things you can do in someone else’s bathroom if you are spending the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;1.  Piss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;2.  #2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;3.  Possibly Bathe if you are offered a towel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;4.  Wash your hands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;This is what I came up with.  I noticed that the sink is running for an extended period of time.  I’m like wondering what she is doing.  So she finally comes out and she sits on the bed.  I noticed that she smells all minty and fresh (Keep in mind I don’t have mint mouthwash).  My thought at that exact moment was I know she didn’t use my tooth brush.  So I storm into the bathroom and check my tooth brush.  Thank goodness, it was dry because she would have left looking like Rihanna.  (No, I don’t condone domestic violence)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;Now, I’m trying to figure out what she has used in the bathroom.  First of all everything on the counter top is out of place.  There is water on the counter like a 5 year old was using the sink.  WTF? So I rearrange things, then I take a shower and I dry off and I go look at the other set of towels and I find my spare wash cloth damp hidden under the hand towel.  At this point, I’m livid.  So I gather all towels and put them in the washing machine, and she knows I found the wet wash cloth and is pretty embarrassed because you didn’t say a word till she left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;Answer me this good people? Am I wrong for thinking it is inappropriate for going into someone’s refrigerator to get a drink without asking.  I don’t care if they are sleep or not.  Is it wrong for someone to use items in your bathroom without asking?  Is that not rude?  Maybe it’s just me or maybe it’s just a lack of home training.  Oh well………if anyone does this to me……just expect to be defriended or used for whatever you are good for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-5144264084624493494?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5144264084624493494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/test.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5144264084624493494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/5144264084624493494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/test.html' title='Comfortable'/><author><name>J. 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Check it out!!'/><author><name>J. Holloway</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1OQT8ank0/TC2MWY1Q1cI/AAAAAAAAADo/fGyy_jGcd1s/S220/suit+tie+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258613808109398622.post-1340336348508747249</id><published>2009-09-20T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:52:11.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Big Boi Feat. Too $hort and George Clinton</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNw2tgBigTo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNw2tgBigTo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-1340336348508747249?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1340336348508747249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-big-boi-feat-too-hort-and-george.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1340336348508747249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1340336348508747249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-big-boi-feat-too-hort-and-george.html' title='New Big Boi Feat. 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Holla at me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258613808109398622-1643911798518251263?l=mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1643911798518251263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1643911798518251263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258613808109398622/posts/default/1643911798518251263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrhollowayworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-time.html' title='BLOG TIME!!'/><author><name>J. 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