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			<title>to whom it may concern</title>
			<link>http://www.usachatnow.com/community/kittylove020969/blog/to-whom-it-may-concern/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[to who it may concern my name is kitty, to who it may concern i am a person all alone in this world noone to hold no onr to care. <br />to whom it may conc...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[to who it may concern my name is kitty, to who it may concern i am a person all alone in this world noone to hold no onr to care. <br />to whom it may concern what if i died tomorrow would u be there?<br />to whom it may concern i am tired of hurting i am tired of being scared <br />to whom it may concern i may be gone in the morning and never come back would u call me and see if im still here?<br />to whom it may concern i never asked to be hurt, only loved and it seems like i cant even do that right.<br />to whom it may concern where were u when i needed a friend and needed a shoulder to cry on. <br />to whom it may concern i miss being held and told i love u... <br />but oh well i guess i am one of those ppl who have to be alone in this cold world.<br />to whom it may concern i want someone to care.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 04:03:30 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>karen crim</dc:creator>
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			<title>Feeling lonely</title>
			<link>http://www.usachatnow.com/community/John_Alone/blog/feeling-lonely/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[May it be,<br />an evening star,<br />shines down upon you.<br /><br />May it be,<br />when darkness falls,<br />your heart will be true.<br /><br />You walk a lonely road,<br />oh how far you ar...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[May it be,<br />an evening star,<br />shines down upon you.<br /><br />May it be,<br />when darkness falls,<br />your heart will be true.<br /><br />You walk a lonely road,<br />oh how far you are from home.<br /><br />Mornie utulie<br />Believe and you will find your way<br />Mornie alantie<br />A promise lives within you now<br /><br />may it be,<br />the shadow's call,<br />will fly away.<br /><br />may it be,<br />to light the day,<br />when the night is overcome,<br />you may rise,<br />to find the sun.<br /><br />Mornie utulie<br />Believe and you will find your way<br />Mornie alantie<br />A promise lives within you now<br /><br />A promise lives within you now]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2011 21:34:51 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>John_Alone</dc:creator>
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			<title>Roping A Deer</title>
			<link>http://www.usachatnow.com/community/Katie46/blog/roping-a-deer/</link>
			<description>This story was written by someone I went to school with... the funny thing is I can actually see him doing this .. whether or not its true..only he ca...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[This story was written by someone I went to school with... the funny thing is I can actually see him doing this .. whether or not its true..only he can tell you ..<br /><br />Roping a Deer.... by Greg Mitchell<br /><br />I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, <br />then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they<br /><br />congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will <br />sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away),<br /> it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then <br />hog tie it and transport it home.<br /><br />I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing<br /> before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up &#8212; 3 of them.<br /> I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just<br /> stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold.<br /> The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope<br /> situation. I took a step towards it...it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and then received <br />an education.<br /><br />The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it,<br /> they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED.<br /><br />The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt<br /> in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer&#8212; no chance. That thing ran and <br />bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me <br />off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not near<br />ly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many<br /> other animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me<br /> when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood <br />flowing out of the big gash in my head.<br /><br />At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of<br /> that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slowly and <br />painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the<br /> thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large<br /> knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it <br />dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that <br />I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have it <br />suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I<br /> had set beforehand ... kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I <br />could get my rope back.<br /><br />Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite <br />somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist.<br /> Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer <br />bites you and shakes its head &#8212; almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.<br /><br />The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and <br />shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes,<br /> but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now)<br /> tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.<br /><br />That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. <br />They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. <br />I learned a long time ago that, when an animal &#8212; like a horse &#8212; strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, <br />the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back<br /> down a bit so you can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, <br />I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run.<br /><br />The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down. Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are lying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.<br /><br />So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope so that they can be somewhat equal to the Prey.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 18:25:33 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Katie</dc:creator>
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			<title>Irish Gaelic</title>
			<link>http://www.usachatnow.com/community/John_Alone/blog/irish-gaelic/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[An bhfacha t&#250; an bacach, n&#243; an bhfacha t&#250; a mhac? N&#237; fhaca m&#233; an bacach is n&#237; fhacha m&#233; a mhac, ach d&#225; bhfeicfinnse an bacach n&#243; d&#225; bhfeicfinnse a mha...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[An bhfacha t&#250; an bacach, n&#243; an bhfacha t&#250; a mhac? N&#237; fhaca m&#233; an bacach is n&#237; fhacha m&#233; a mhac, ach d&#225; bhfeicfinnse an bacach n&#243; d&#225; bhfeicfinnse a mhac, n&#237; bhacfainn leis an bacach is n&#237; bhacfainn lena mhac!<br />Did you see the oaf or did you see his son? I didn't see the oaf nor did I see his son, but if I should see the oaf or should I see his son, I'd ignore the oaf and I'd ignore his son!<br /><br /><br />Meallann muilte D&#233; go mall ach meallann siad go mion.<br />God's mills grind slowly but they grind well/finely.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 22:57:42 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>John_Alone</dc:creator>
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			<title>Scottish Gaelic with translations</title>
			<link>http://www.usachatnow.com/community/John_Alone/blog/scottish-gaelic-with-translations/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[Balach beag b&#236;odach a' bocadaich air b&#224;rr baraille.<br />A tiny wee boy jumping about on top of a barrel.<br /><br /><br />Cha robh laogh ruadh riamh luath, is cha robh l...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Balach beag b&#236;odach a' bocadaich air b&#224;rr baraille.<br />A tiny wee boy jumping about on top of a barrel.<br /><br /><br />Cha robh laogh ruadh riamh luath, is cha robh laogh luath riamh reamhar.<br />A red calf was never fast, and a fast calf was never fat.<br /><br /><br />Thuit putan peitein beag &#224; p&#242;caid Peigi.<br />A small waistcoat button fell out of Peggy's pocket.<br /><br />My opinion is that the scottish gaelic doesn't appear to show any obvious grammatical pattern or even a development of individual aspects, the irish Gaelic (which follows in my next blog) shows an obvious trend toward syntaxial order and designation. Have fun though, reading or trying to read both gaelics,,,, how did you do with the longest village name? it is welsh.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 22:56:33 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>John_Alone</dc:creator>
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			<title>Longest village name in Britain</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch <br /><br /><br />the longest village name in Britain]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch <br /><br /><br />the longest village name in Britain]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 22:52:17 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>John_Alone</dc:creator>
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			<title><![CDATA[Love there&#039;s nothing like it......]]></title>
			<link>http://www.usachatnow.com/community/XXMajesticXX/blog/love-there-s-nothing-like-it/</link>
			<description>The sounds,smells and colors all seem to melt together creating the perfect moment. A warm burnt orange color glazes everything the water like glass r...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The sounds,smells and colors all seem to melt together creating the perfect moment. A warm burnt orange color glazes everything the water like glass reflects it....almost like a painting. Your breathing changes you wiggle your toes deep in the sand,never another feeling can compare. You watch birds floating high in the air feeling your body floating up to meet them. Laying back in the sand you look above you a palm tree leaves moving to the music of the warm breeze...you sigh thinking if only you had someone to share this moment with...AND THEN...You remember why you're here alone. You sit up thinking of the argument how hateful he was the terrible things he said...how could he believe for one minute you would be interested in the ups driver. His brown shirt shin brown socks pulled high and those awful shorts.COME ON! Then you think of how jealous you were of the new girl who moved in to apt C with her lil accent and designer slippers. You remember when he walked out in a snowstorm just to brush off her car....yes your cars battery was dead and yes she was the only one in the building who had cables but still.... The point is, well there wasn't really a point. The truth is you love him and it hurts when you argue. You both over react saying things you don't mean wanting to take them back as soon as you say them. So what do you do sit here all alone or do you decide to be the bigger person. WAIT A MINUTE you always are the bigger person doesn't he get it why is it always you...After all you were the one that remembered the anniversery and everyday before he leaves for work you make sure he takes a lunch. when he's sick you caudle him when he's sad you hold him. You stand up walking down the wonderful beach that now has become difficult to stomp in as you try to walk off your anger. When he said you could just leave you were hoping he would grab your arm telling you please please don't leave me. WHY CANT THEY JUST DO WHAT WE WANT THEM TO! What if something happen to you.he doesn't even care..still trying to walk off your anger your shoe falls apart. That warm breeze cools right down the sound of the ocean no longer soft rolling waves now the sound angery you look at the burnt orange glaze which has turned into a gray cast. Palms tree bending birds flying off. You feel the first drop. You then remember the car windows are down.. Running with only one shoe you reach your car, not only the windows are down the top was left down..You scream his name out loud and bang your fist on the door. Sit is the on the wet seat ready to turn the key,you accidently left on the beach where you were sitting. The sky opens up and proceeeds to fill your car. Now in tears you just want this day to end. makeup running fown your face you pull your phone from your bra (where you should have put your keys as well) just to see if he called and it's dead that's ok you brought your charger you look over there it sets in a small pool of water. You sigh take a big breath, walking back down the beach in search of the missing keys! It's now dark cold and wet because it's so bad all you can think about is how wonderful it would be home snuggling up to him. You spot something shiney big sigh you found your keys..you pick them up you notice they aren't your's, You hear a deep voice behind you...turning around....He stands there soaked holding out your set of keys he left his windows down too.... Love theres nothing like it.....]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 08:55:11 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Monica</dc:creator>
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			<title>Joke1</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[A man's driving down the road with a car full of Squirrels when he's pulled over by a copper. He asks "What are you doing driving around with a car fu...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[A man's driving down the road with a car full of Squirrels when he's pulled over by a copper. He asks "What are you doing driving around with a car full of Squirrels, take them to the Zoo". The next day the copper sees the man again driving around with the squirrels, but this time they're all wearing sunglasses. He stops him again and says " I thought I told you to take those Squirrels to the Zoo". The man replies; " I did, today we're going to the BEACH!!!!!!........................................]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 20:29:25 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>John_Alone</dc:creator>
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			<title>Humorous Definitions</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Joint Checking Account: A handy little device which permits the wife to beat the husband to the draw.<br /><br />Bachelor: A guy who has avoided the opportunity...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Joint Checking Account: A handy little device which permits the wife to beat the husband to the draw.<br /><br />Bachelor: A guy who has avoided the opportunity to make some woman miserable <br /><br />Bachelor:  <br /><br />Bachelor: The only man who has never told his wife a lie. <br /><br />Bacteria: Back door to a cafeteria <br /><br />Barium: What doctors do when treatment fails <br /><br />Beauty Parlor: A place where women curl up and dye. <br /><br />Beepilepsy: The brief siezure people somtimes suffer when their beepers go off, especially in vibrator mode. Characterized by physical spasms, goofy facial expressions, and stopping speech in mid-sentence. <br /><br />Benign: What you are after you be eight <br /><br />Blood Count: Dracula <br /><br />Boot: What your friends give you because you spend too much time bragging about your computer skills. <br /><br />Bride: A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her <br /><br />Cad: A man who doesn't tell his wife that he's sterile until she's pregnant <br /><br />Cannibal: Someone who is fed up with people <br /><br />Cardiac: Someone crazy about old cars <br /><br />Carditis: Addicted to poker <br /><br />Carpal: People who drive to work together <br /><br />Cauterize: Made wye contact with her <br /><br />CGI Joe: A hard-core CGI script programmer with all the social skills an charisma of a plastic action figure. <br /><br />Chicken: The only animals you eat before they are born and after they are dead. <br /><br />Chip Jewelry: A euphemism for old computers destined to be scrapped or turned into decorative ornaments. "I paid three grand for that Mac SE, and now it's nothing but chip jewelry." <br /><br />Chips: The fattening, non-nutritional food computers users eat to avoid having to leave their keyboards for meals. <br /><br />Committee: A body that keeps minutes and wastes hours. <br /><br />Compromise: An amiable arrangement between husband and wife whereby they agree to let her have her own <br /><br />Crapplet: A badly written or profoundly useless Java applet. "I just wasted 30 minutes downloading this stinkin' crapplet!" <br /><br />Cystogram: A telegram to your sister <br /><br />Secret: Something you tell to one person at a time <br /><br />Spouse: Someone who will stand by you through all the trouble you wouln't have had if you'd stayed single in the first place. <br /><br />State-of-the-art: Any computer you can't afford <br /><br />Lactomangulation: Manhandling the "open here" spout on a milk container so badly that one has to resort to the 'illegal' side. <br /><br />Link Rot: The process by which links on a web page became as obsolete as the sites they're connected to change location or die. <br /><br />Liver: A person who lives on and on <br /><br />Love: An obsessive delusion that is cured by marriage.<br /><br />Homogeneous: A brilliant gay <br /><br />Houswork: What the wife does that nobody notices until she doesn't do it. <br /><br />Husband: A man who gives up privileges he never realized he had. <br /><br />Husband: A person who is the boss of his house and has his wife's permission to say so. <br /><br />Mistress: Somthing between a mister and a mattress. <br /><br />Mother-in-Law: A woman who destroys her son-in-law's peace of mind by giving him a piece of hers. <br /><br />Mouse: An advanced input device to make computer errors easier to generate. <br /><br />Mrs.: A job title involving heavy duties, light earnings and no recognition. <br /><br />Telecrastination: The act of always letting the phone ring at least twice before you pick it up, even when you're only six inches away. <br /><br />Terminal Ilness: Getting sick at the airport <br /><br />Testicles: Books of the Bible <br /><br />Tolerance: What you get after giving growth hormone to ants. <br /><br />Tomorrow: One of the greatest labor saving devices of today <br /><br />Tourists: People who are taking training classes just to get a vacation from their jobs. <br /><br />Transexual: Having sex while driving <br /><br />Tumor: More than one <br /><br />Nanogram: Telegram delivered by your grandmother <br /><br />Adminisphere: The rarified organizational layers beginning just above the rank and file. Decisions that fall from the adminisphere are often irrelevant to the problems they were designed to solve. <br /><br />Alpha Geek: The most knowledgable, technically proficient person in an office or work group. "Ask Larry, he's the alpha geek around here." <br /><br />Anally: Ocurring yearly <br /><br />Anasthesia: A Russian princess you studied in school <br /><br />Ankle: Opposite of aunty <br /><br />Anthrax: Trail made by ants <br /><br />Antibodies: Things uncles are familiar with <br /><br />Aquadextrous: Possessing the ability to turn the bathtub faucet on and off with your toes. <br /><br />Asthma: What you do if dad says no]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 22:28:14 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>John_Alone</dc:creator>
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			<title>The English Language KILLED by Myself and Eloise..2 true born Scouse Ladies.. hahaha!!!</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Everyone knows the Beatles and have heard their accents, Most of you know Myself and Eloise.. But now here's your chance to be able to speak the Queen...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Everyone knows the Beatles and have heard their accents, Most of you know Myself and Eloise.. But now here's your chance to be able to speak the Queens English according to us...lol (hint to get it right) always remember that when a word has the K or C phonetic sound, make it sound like your bringing phlegm in ya throat.. hehehe!!  GOOD LUCK!!<br /><br />Scouse dialect<br /><br />ackers - (money/cash) <br />ale 'ouse - (pub) <br />ali - (barber/hair dresser) <br />antwakky - (antique/old fashioned) <br />are-eh - pronounced "R A" - A complaint of misfortune or unfairness (e.g. "are-eh, that's proper arlarse that!") <br />arlarse - (mean, unfair or crafty person or act, also 'arl') <br />auld - (old) <br />bag'ead - (heroin addict) <br />bail - (run away) <br />bang - (Threaten to harm somebody, e.g. 'I'll bang you lad') <br />beak - (cocaine/(the) judge) <br />bell end - (idiot [offensive]) <br />beast/beastie - (great/boss) <br />bevvie/bevvy - (alcoholic drink) <br />bevvied - (drunk) <br />bezzy - (best) <br />biddie - (woman (normally old)) <br />biff - (a poor person/idiot) <br />bifta/bifter - (cigarette) <br />big girl's blouse (wimp [male]) <br />bill - (alone/on one's own e.g. 'I'm on my bill') <br />billy - (a loner) <br />binnie - (binman) <br />bizzies - (the police) <br />blurt - (seman/idiot) <br />boff - (fart) <br />boss - (excellent) <br />boxer - (coffin maker) <br />busy/busies - (a policeman/policemen) <br />bute - (a smug self righteous know-it-all/snob) <br />cackhanded - (inept person or left-handed person) <br />casey - (leather football) <br />chest - (a muscley person 'He's a chest him') <br />chief - (thief) <br />chiefed - (stolen) <br />class - (really good) <br />cob on - (sulking / angry as in "He has a cob-on") <br />come 'ed - (come on, contraction of "come ahead") <br />cozzy - (costume, usually swimming-) <br />dead - (really, e.g. 'dead smart') <br />dipper - (pickpocket) <br />Dirty Bastard - (a person from Manchester) <br />divvy - (stupid person) <br />do in - (to beat someone up/damage something e.g. 'I'll do you in!'/'I did in my back') <br />duff up - (beat up) <br />emmy oggie - (empty house) <br />firebobby - (a fireman) <br />freemans - (someone else paying for the ale) <br />fit - (good looking) <br />gary - (ecstasy [tablet]. Named after Gary Ablett) <br />geg - (to interrupt or be nosey) <br />get - (idiot, sometimes preceded with "dozey" or "dopey") <br />gizza - (shortened form of the words "give me a...") <br />gizzit - (give it to me, contraction of "give us it") <br />go 'ed - (shortened form of "go ahead", "go on", or "ok then") <br />gorra - (got to, have to) <br />gozzie - (cross eyed) <br />gripped (to be caught doing something) <br />grock - (Phlegm. Also a large intimidating person)<br />is right - (an expression of support/approval/agreement) <br />it's all going off - (to describe a physical fight) <br />jarg - (fake) <br />jigger - (back alley of a house) <br />joey - (a person of mental handicapp) <br />judy - (young woman) <br />judy scuffer - (a policewoman) <br />kecks - (underpants or trousers) <br />knackers - (testicles) <br />khazi - (toilet) <br />kidda - (lad, mate) <br />la - (lad, friend) <br />latchlifter - (price of half a pint of ale) <br />laughin' - (good) <br />'leccy - (electric) <br />leg it - (run away) <br />luzz - (throw) <br />made up - (happy/pleased) <br />meff - (idiot) <br />messy - (intoxicated) <br />nob'ead - (idiot [offensive]) <br />penguin house - (a convent) <br />plums - (testicles) <br />pure - (meaning really, or a lot, e.g. 'I was pure embarrassed lerd') <br />prezzie - (present) <br />privvy - (the toilet) <br />properly - (pronouned 'prop'ly'. An intensifier e.g. 'that's properly good') <br />Scally - (sub grouping of youths, similar to chav, shortened from scallywag meaning 'mischievous youth') <br />rem - (idiot, person with mental disabilities) <br />scatty - (dirty/disgusting) <br />scone 'ead - (idiot) <br />scran - (food) <br />scrat end - (Burnt chips) <br />scuffer - (a policeman) <br />shady - (dubious, unfair) <br />sketchy - (dodgy) <br />skinny - (sly/unfair) <br />sloobag - (promiscuous person) <br />smart - (great, brilliant) <br />Snaff - (multiplicitous) <br />soft lad - (idiot - a term of endearment or aggression depending on context) <br />sound - (good, well, I agree) <br />sly - (devious, nefarious, sordid e.g 'That's sly that') <br />spends - (money) <br />spoon - (To kick a ball badly, to make a mistake) <br />swede - (A person's head e.g 'He is doing my swede in') <br />tatty'ead - (somebody with an objectionable/scruffy haircut) <br />tod - (alone/on one's own e.g. 'I'm just on my tod') <br />trainies/trabs - (sports footwear) <br />twirlie/twirly - (a female pensioner) <br />us - (me) <br />west - (peculiar/unusual/mad) <br />whackers - anyone who don't come from Liverpool <br />whopper - (prone to exaggeration) <br />Wool/Woollyback - (Non-Liverpudlians living in areas surrounding Liverpool) <br />wrecks (to hurt/cause discomfort e.g. 'That's wreckin' my head') <br />yews/youse - (plural version of "you") <br /><br />A candidate for the longest scouse word ?<br /><br /><br />Deedontalklikewedododeedohey They don't talk like we do<br /><br /> <br /><br />Aaryagoindeozzydizavy ? are you going to the hospital this afternoon?<br /><br /> <br /><br />Watsamattawack ? What's the matter mate ?<br /><br />The list is endless but thats just a taster on why soo many ppl love Liverpool and its people.. ta ta for now!!.<img src="http://www.usachatnow.com/community/file/pic/emoticon/default/smile.png" alt="Smile" />]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 21:27:04 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>For all those in the know</title>
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			<description>A group of friends, all age 40, discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally it was agreed that they would meet at the Ocean View restaurant be...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[A group of friends, all age 40, discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally it was agreed that they would meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the waitresses there had tight pants and nice bums.<br /> <br />Ten years later, at age 50, the friends once again discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally it was agreed that they would meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the wine selection was excellent.<br /> <br />Ten years later, at age 60, the friends again discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally it was agreed that they would meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they could dine in peace and quiet and the restaurant had a beautiful view of the ocean.<br /> <br />Ten years later, at age 70, the friends discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally it was agreed that they would meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the restaurant had an elevator.<br /> <br />Ten years later, at age 80, the friends discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally it was agreed that they would meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they had never been there before.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 21:10:08 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>Bubble Bath</title>
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			<description>There is nothing I enjoy more than soaking in a nice hot bubble bath. Most ladies know how impossible it is to shave your legs standing up in the show...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[There is nothing I enjoy more than soaking in a nice hot bubble bath. Most ladies know how impossible it is to shave your legs standing up in the shower. It feels amazing to stretch out, soak your cares away and pamper yourself. No one can interrupt bath time for it is sacred. Over the years I have developed multiple types of baths, each has a specific job:<br />The bubble bath is just what the name implies. Perfect for shaving all your lady bits, slip your hair up and slap on a facial mask. Hell grab a beer and make it an experience. <br />The medical bath is for that time of the month. The heat soaks away your cramps, and you can&#8217;t get out till the water turns pink. Bubbles are not a must but it makes the pink water more tolerable.  You need two Midol and a bottle of water. <br />The recovery bath is all about hydration. You drank too much the night before, and you may or may not have stomach contents in your hair. Still too drunk to stand up in the shower you hop into the recovery bath.  You might need to abstain from any sort of shaving activities at this point depending on the level of inebriation. Let me stress again this bath is not for hygiene but recovery from a night of debauchery.  You are going to need a giant bottle of water and Gatorade, Advil, and some salty snacks.  <br />The sexy bath is when you need to wash a particular part of your body really thoroughly. You have to get your dirty body clean, freak. Bubbles are required, and candles are recommended. You will need a hand towel, a lady porn novel, and a relaxing beverage. If you have waterproof accessories who is anybody to judge you?  Get your freak on girl!<br />Some possible complications that may arise during bath time can be easily remedied. <br />&#8226;	What if the water gets cold? Are you prune-y? Do your lady parts ache yet? No??? You aren&#8217;t done.  Let half the water out and refill. <br />&#8226;	I like to shower with my partner, any tips? Yes, don&#8217;t. But if you must make sure you use less water, vigorous activity will lead to major splashing. <br />&#8226;	What if the phone rings? Well I know from experience that callers can hear the water splashing. If you make the decision to answer the phone in the tub, you need to make it clear they just interrupted you from reaching your orgasm. <br />&#8226;	What if I need to pee? No go. Hold it. This isn&#8217;t the shower, nasty! <br />&#8226;	What if your dog wants to get in the bubble bath with you? Let them, it&#8217;s too damn cute. <br />&#8226;	What if I accidently fart? This is tricky. You have to decide if you are too disgusted with your own fart water to continue. This might be an occurrence that is devastating to your bath time experience. <br />So the next time your kids or husband annoy the shit out of you, hop on into the bathtub and DARE someone to interrupt.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 04:19:36 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>A Pronunciation Exercise</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[A Pronunciation Exercise <br /><br />Multi-national personnel at North Atlantic Treaty Organization headquarters <br />near Paris found English to be an easy languag...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[A Pronunciation Exercise <br /><br />Multi-national personnel at North Atlantic Treaty Organization headquarters <br />near Paris found English to be an easy language... until they tried to <br />pronounce it. To help them discard an array of accents, the verses below <br />were devised. After trying them, a Frenchman said he'd prefer six months at <br />hard labor to reading six lines aloud. Try them yourself. <br /><br />Dearest creature in creation, <br />Study English pronunciation. <br />I will teach you in my verse <br />Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse. <br />I will keep you, Suzy, busy, <br />Make your head with heat grow dizzy. <br />Tear in eye, your dress will tear. <br />So shall I! Oh hear my prayer. <br /><br />Just compare heart, beard, and heard, <br />Dies and diet, lord and word, <br />Sword and sward, retain and Britain. <br />(Mind the latter, how it's written.) <br />Now I surely will not plague you <br />With such words as plaque and ague. <br />But be careful how you speak: <br />Say break and steak, but bleak and streak; <br />Cloven, oven, how and low, <br />Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe. <br /><br />Hear me say, devoid of trickery, <br />Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore, <br />Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles, <br />Exiles, similes, and reviles; <br />Scholar, vicar, and cigar, <br />Solar, mica, war and far; <br />One, anemone, Balmoral, <br />Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel; <br />Gertrude, German, wind and mind, <br />Scene, Melpomene, mankind. <br /><br />Billet does not rhyme with ballet, <br />Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet. <br />Blood and flood are not like food, <br />Nor is mould like should and would. <br />Viscous, viscount, load and broad, <br />Toward, to forward, to reward. <br />And your pronunciation's OK <br />When you correctly say croquet, <br />Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve, <br />Friend and fiend, alive and live. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ivy, privy, famous; clamour <br />And enamour rhyme with hammer. <br />River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb, <br />Doll and roll and some and home. <br />Stranger does not rhyme with anger, <br />Neither does devour with clangour. <br />Souls but foul, haunt but aunt, <br />Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant, <br />Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger, <br />And then singer, ginger, linger, <br />Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge, <br />Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age. <br /><br />Query does not rhyme with very, <br />Nor does fury sound like bury. <br />Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth. <br />Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath. <br />Though the differences seem little, <br />We say actual but victual. <br />Refer does not rhyme with deafer. <br />Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer. <br />Mint, pint, senate and sedate; <br />Dull, bull, and George ate late. <br />Scenic, Arabic, Pacific, <br />Science, conscience, scientific. <br /><br />Liberty, library, heave and heaven, <br />Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven. <br />We say hallowed, but allowed, <br />People, leopard, towed, but vowed. <br />Mark the differences, moreover, <br />Between mover, cover, clover; <br />Leeches, breeches, wise, precise, <br />Chalice, but police and lice; <br />Camel, constable, unstable, <br />Principle, disciple, label. <br /><br />Petal, panel, and canal, <br />Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal. <br />Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair, <br />Senator, spectator, mayor. <br />Tour, but our and succour, four. <br />Gas, alas, and Arkansas. <br />Sea, idea, Korea, area, <br />Psalm, Maria, but malaria. <br />Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean. <br />Doctrine, turpentine, marine. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Compare alien with Italian, <br />Dandelion and battalion. <br />Sally with ally, yea, ye, <br />Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key. <br />Say aver, but ever, fever, <br />Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver. <br />Heron, granary, canary. <br />Crevice and device and aerie. <br /><br />Face, but preface, not efface. <br />Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass. <br />Large, but target, gin, give, verging, <br />Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging. <br />Ear, but earn and wear and tear <br />Do not rhyme with here but ere. <br />Seven is right, but so is even, <br />Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen, <br />Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk, <br />Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work. <br /><br />Pronunciation -- think of Psyche! <br />Is a paling stout and spikey? <br />Won't it make you lose your wits, <br />Writing groats and saying grits? <br />It's a dark abyss or tunnel: <br />Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale, <br />Islington and Isle of Wight, <br />Housewife, verdict and indict. <br /><br />Finally, which rhymes with enough -- <br />Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough? <br />Hiccough has the sound of cup. <br />My advice is to give up!!!]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 23:57:08 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>My passion for music and movies</title>
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			<description>Growing up with little to no money and not having a lot of friends to hang out with, I always found solitude and entertainment by listening to all kin...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Growing up with little to no money and not having a lot of friends to hang out with, I always found solitude and entertainment by listening to all kinds of music and watching movies for hours on end.  Cable tv was in its infancy and I remember staying up late, sometimes on school nights to watch the latest movies.  I couldn't afford to go the movie theater a lot, so I would have to wait until it came on tv to be able to see it.  When I wasn't watching movies, I was listening and indulging myself into music.  At that time, MTV had just came out and I had the fortunate luck of seeing the very first video aired on MTV,  "Video Killed the Radio Star".  With the crap they have now on MTV, they should change it to, "Reality Shows Killed the Video Star".  I remember watching MTV all the time, the second I came home from school, I was lost in video land, videos were the best thing since warm apple pie and I couldn't get enough.  <br />   Music was a way for me to cope and to escape a lot of the drama I was dealing with growing up.  I was painfully shy, timid and not very social with others, I didn't even date much.  So, music became my escape, very much like how chat is now to me, without both, I have no clue what I would have done.  Since I didn't do a lot of things that kids did at that time, I would lock myself up in my room and lose myself in Duran Duran (don't judge me, this was the 80s!), Depeche Mode, The Cure and hundreds of other bands.  Being the baby of 4 siblings, I was fortunate enough to grow up with several genres and eras.  With that, I grew to respect and love all sorts of music from, Country, R & B, Rock, Hard Rock, Alternative, Punk and the list goes on.  Whenever I did have the money, the first thing I did was run out to 7-11 and pick up the latest issue of this magazine I use to get, the title escapes me right now..or I would beg someone to take me to the record store so I could get the latest "cassette" of whoever I was into at the time.  I would play cassettes over and over until I would literally wear it out.  This was back when you could rewind, fast forward and pause!  I remember playing a specific song over and over and listening close to the lyrics and would write them out.  This was before they started putting the lyrics in the sleeves, so you had to go by listening!  I loved it though.  Today, I wished I still had all those cassettes, because I had over a hundred, which isn't a lot by todays standards, but it was then.  Without music, I think the whole world would be lost even worse than we are now.  I have taught my kids to listen to everything they can get their hands on censored and uncensored, respect every generations musical taste, to learn about the history of music, because today, a lot of the legends and musicians are lost and sadly forgotten.  I makes me proud when I hear my son listen to Elvis Presley, Journey, The Eagles and Ozzy Osbourne or when my daughter listens to Etta James, Billie Holliday, Stevie Ray Vaughan and Led Zeppelin..I know then at least I did something right.<br />   Movies was another way for me to cope.  This is sort of embarrassing, but here goes, I use to act out scenes in some movies I watched, like, "The Breakfast Club", "16 Candles" and "Pretty In Pink", in front of a mirror!  I was too shy to do anything else, so in my "world", I was cool in my book and could do anything.  Like I said before, I didn't get to go to the movie theater a lot, but when I did, I became engrossed especially if it was a horror movie, my favorite genre.  The thought of being terrified by a character on the screen just fascinated me and made me feel alive.  My love for horror movies grew from there.  The first movie I remember seeing at the theater, I believe was "Nightmare On Elm Street" and at that time Freddy Krueger scared the bejesus out of me!  Think about it, this burned dude in a god awful red and green sweater, haunting and killing you in your sleep?!  Come on! How can that not be scary?  Of course there was "Halloween" and "Friday the 13th", the classic slasher horror which I love to this day.  As I grew older, horror movies and stories became a passion.  I don't know why these types of films fascinate me, I think maybe it's because they aren't mainstream and the fact they are so controversial and taboo.  It's not about the people getting killed in several gruesome ways, or how they were killed, it's the adrenaline that is rushing through my veins when it's happening.  If you didn't realize it, a lot of movies have metaphors about teenage sex and drug use.  "Don't have sex before marriage or you will suffer the consequences!", not necessarily having your head cut off or impaled onto a spiked gate, but you get the idea and that is what a lot of these movies show.  Today, my love for horror movies still exist and I have a wide collection of classic and new movies.  Not much of a fan of the sequels and remakes, but will watch them none the less.  Having this interest does not make me psycho, twisted or disturbed...it makes me who I am.  I am no longer shy, but quite the opposite, thanks to my life experiences, my love for music, movies and yes, even chat.  Thank you for reading a small part of me.  I love you guys and I hope you enjoyed reading this.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 23:30:22 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>Mood Swings and Chatter Boxes</title>
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			<description>It is a fact that one has to be in a certain mood when entering a chat room in order to enjoy the experience. Yet there is never a set mood, and what ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[It is a fact that one has to be in a certain mood when entering a chat room in order to enjoy the experience. Yet there is never a set mood, and what mood one is in at the time will heavily influence what kind of chatter you will meet and will become. Here are a few examples of the chat styles that one may adopt or encounter:<br /><br /><b>The Silent Chatter</b>: This is a variety of people. It can be, firstly, someone new, unsure, shy or just lazy. More often than not though they opt to loiter instead of participate - please refer to my Ode to the Lurker.<br /><br /><b>The Mono Chatter</b>: This kind of chatter prefers to stick to one word sentences in a monosyllabic fashion, mainly in response to other chatters' comments. Can come across as either very dull or very interesting depending on what single words they choose to use.<br /><br /><b>The Hi/Bye Chatter</b>: Generally the Hiyabya spends a majority of their time greeting, welcoming back and saying farewell to fellow chatters using up all their energy on this so they have nothing left to chat with. Though sometimes they are just not very interesting people.<br /><br /><b>The Blaster Chatter</b>: This chatter is loud! Their aim is to entertain or shock other chatters with outrageous statements in either a random fashion, or in relation to topics being discussed at the time. The Blaster is not shy and is armed with an overly extrovert personality, often fuelled by alcohol and drugs.<br /><br /><b>The Mojo Chatter</b>: This is the male flirt. He has his mojo well and truly on as he flirts relentlessly with the ladies in the room. His style makes it acceptable and somewhat flattering but he can come across as a player in a public peacock strutting way.<br /><br /><b>The Slinky Chatter</b>: The Slinky is the female equivalent of the Mojo. She is aptly named for her slinky style of chat that has all the men swooning making their slinkies go 'boing'!<br /><br /><b>The Boner Chatter</b>: This male chatter is incessantly horny! The Boner pervs all the women in the room, especially those with photos in their profile. They are often into kinky sex and have unusual fetishes.<br /><br /><b>The Dripper Chatter</b>: This is the female equivalent of the Boner. She is never shy in declaring her sexual needs and desires. The Boner and Dripper eventually sniff each other out (pardon the pun)leaving the other chatters in peace.<br /><br /><b>The Clown Chatter</b>: As the title suggests, the Clowns main aim is to be funny and make other chatters laugh. If it was possible to juggle or tap dance in a virtual way, the Clown will be the one doing it. Sometimes the Clown can be somewhat irritating to the more laid back chatters, as can the Blaster, especially when they go on a bad joke tirade.<br /><br /><b>The Doomer Chatter</b>: Aptly named for their love of doom and gloom, the Doomer is a huge fan of conspiracy theories, especially the '2012', which they endorse at every available opportunity. Often iggied.<br /><br /><b>The Alien Chatter</b>: The Alien is foreign, hence the name. They use bad English to express their desires to learn good English and huge cultural differences means they never understand what anyone is actually chatting about.<br /><br />Whichever chatter you become or encounter, the experience is always guaranteed to be entertaining, enlightening, exciting, endearing, excruciating, erotic, exotic and neverending.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 11:12:33 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>kirstin ritchie</dc:creator>
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