<?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-9625512</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:52:22.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GM local 152</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-113365085999385716</id><published>2005-12-03T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T15:01:00.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm wait yeah I got nothin I just wanted to blather on about something that set someone else off and see what they might say</title><content type='html'>smartass of me? well yeah but such is life and thats why god made beer and beer is good because when you boil it down life is this:birth (cant remember but I assure you I was there)youth (wasted)adolecence ((is that how you spell it?) one sentance for this one "noone understands me, I hate you mom and dad)post adolecence the drinking years (this is my stop remember liqour before beer kids and no throwing anyone off balconies) adult 36.5 and up (the age where shit just isnt funny anymore and even the alcohol doesnt numb you but hey your living the american dream 2.5 kids degree from some comm college house in the burbs wife home at night after sleeping with the secretary/boss (him or her) 2 cars earing 45K+ a year)post adult the supposed golden years 50+ (your divorce is final the kids are out of the houses your a grandparent you go to work and hate the young kids and the stuff they talk about because you wish you could have done that even though you did equally cool stuff it just seems so long ago you look foreward to retirement and well death)75+(nothing but prunes and prescription fill ups and cursing the lack of social security because "all the damn people before you wasted it" even though your one of the stupid shits that voted yes to allowing the big wigs to waste it on crap like their drug habbits prostitutes destitue children and of course other countries when we coulda used the money to clean up ours)death (we're all headed there just when and how is TBA tune in next time to find out or just change this path of attempt at a huge joke on this post and live your life adulche vide (for you who arent Italian that means the sweet life) its a truely good way to live jsut work hard play hard and forget about the annoying details they really arent worth them getting to you DONT WAIT FOR PLEASURE LIVE FOR PLEASURE and if that doest make sense well sorry I'm male okay I'm done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-113365085999385716?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/113365085999385716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=113365085999385716' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/113365085999385716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/113365085999385716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmm-wait-yeah-i-got-nothin-i-just.html' title='hmm wait yeah I got nothin I just wanted to blather on about something that set someone else off and see what they might say'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-113285832265037177</id><published>2005-11-24T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:52:02.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/709/1600/givethanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/709/320/givethanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how bout we remember all those that cant be at the table with us today the living and the dead and be thankfull that there are people out there willing to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thanksgiving.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-113285832265037177?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/113285832265037177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=113285832265037177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/113285832265037177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/113285832265037177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-113225033385110013</id><published>2005-11-17T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T09:58:53.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its that 4 day old stench that you cant find where its comming from and you took a shower</title><content type='html'>first off I must say thanks to everyone who made the past like six days so kick ass my birthday the football game the party everything in tits drunken happiness....&lt;br /&gt;so I've been off the last couple days really diging it not having to be at work n shit headed up to ft collins this weekend to see the master steve and do some brew tours and drink some purely american triple hopped beverages that bodly say I defy your laws of beer making and make my own I'm proud to have a uniqe boque I use ingridiants not found in beers since before hops became the first food law ever introduced and still enforced today, a brew that screams I'm American I may have gotten my roots from belgium or england or wherever but I amped myself up to give you full flavor not mass made produced with no flavor light beer nay I was grown from the labor of a true brewmaster making me full bodied with smooth finish and large alcohol content. so last night the history chanel had this thing on beers right and well its a sign from god that I need to drink this weekend and drink by god I shall after all theres proven history that they actually made beer before bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto other things as I said I've been off the last couple days and having a really swell time just being silent not doing much of anything but moving from bed to couch to shower to bar back to bed and I'm 3-0 since monday on making out with random chicks so what the hell right?&lt;br /&gt;last weekend steven and myself enjoyed some rather nice drunken walks home from parties which I must say I enjoy doing but you cant do here in the springs its just another ft collins thing I have come to enjoy while up there but we manage to get alot off our chests when dong these walks and some things have been brewing on my mind from then that further walks will surely clear up its just an understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we have ty who the man is playing hockey again! so you know hes happy I missed hanging out with him but that ill wind seems to have changed for the better... and hes not the only one I got really into my job and stoped talking to these people and I wonder wtf was I thinking! oh well I think I have rectified that situation so untill next time kids remember do it your way be bold like beer! no bounderies baby! oh steve we missed the ft collins brewery last time def gotta hit that k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-113225033385110013?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/113225033385110013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=113225033385110013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/113225033385110013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/113225033385110013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-that-4-day-old-stench-that-you.html' title='its that 4 day old stench that you cant find where its comming from and you took a shower'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-112870066111759986</id><published>2005-10-07T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:57:41.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its that its on your back you cant reach no matter what you do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/709/1600/truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/709/320/truth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so recently I've been working my ass off and not doing much else yeah its true I have like 500 million in debt and thats why I'm owrking and its slowly showing that I'm getting things paid off but then I realize that I still have other debts to pay so I'm never done fawk man.... oh well just the same bullshit on a different day. kinda like when you meet a girl you like its fun shit you make out go to the movies ride bikes whatever its fun right? till the bitch starts expecting you to be there for her not look at another woman underdstand her moods and generally anoy the living fuck out of you till you realize the sex just aint worth the torture I'm freekin out man I have a great life dont I? no I work go to the gym go home drink a few beers go to sleep rinse and repeat I mean whats the point right its all the same what so I can work for my 4 bedroom 2 car american dream that just means more taxes after a while you cant even see black anymore cause your always in the red but does that stop me no why cause I'm a jackass I pretend like life is just one big buffet laid out for me so I feast but the food isnt good anymore its gotten rotten and on top of that I'm full but do I stop? nope I just filly my body more and does it replenish me not really its just a hollow thats not really empty but its not full either its just there and thats how life is progressing like the song says judge me fuck you stop playing god. but what about judging myself shoudl I stop that to and what about the fact I judge other people measure their life when I dont know them from shit....I'm losing my train of though very easy and this post probly akes no sense but dont worry folks at home I'm almost done.... and back to the subject of women why the fuck do I allow myself to be sucked in just to be fucking chewed up and spit out its the same vicious cycle but do I do anything about it aside from grow a little weaker each time from the poison that chokes my soul you carry the pain inside you tell yourself oh I'll let it out one of these days you keep doing that till you suddenly lash out for no reason other than....well no reason thank god for the people in my life that understand me steve tyler mike boys what would I do without ya its not that they really need to say anything or do anything just knowing I can pick up the phone say whats up buddy and bullshit for five minuets or so hang up and the day is just a little bit easier to swallow but you still dont let the emotions release because its against the guy code right? fuck that no its not its just hard to deem a worthy time when the mood is right (aside from a huge inlet of alcohol) to let that shit flow but I'm letting it flow right now to all the women in the past FUCKYOU I dont miss you I just miss the sex thats the only reason we hooked up in the first place shit if I want stimulating conversation I'll go talk to a fucking rock not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writers note: no this was not aimed at any one female or person in particualr I just needed to vent before the cap blew off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit really does roll downhill huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-112870066111759986?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/112870066111759986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=112870066111759986' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/112870066111759986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/112870066111759986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-that-its-on-your-back-you-cant.html' title='its that its on your back you cant reach no matter what you do'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-112644780026984661</id><published>2005-09-11T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T07:10:00.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/709/1600/pride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/709/320/pride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/709/1600/Bakercomp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/709/320/Bakercomp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt forget you Americas heros......I will never forget or forgive the wrongdoing and in case you havent been told recently thankyou and to those of you pussy ass pieces of shit that say we should forget fuck you this is not something you forget and move on from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-112644780026984661?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/112644780026984661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=112644780026984661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/112644780026984661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/112644780026984661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-didnt-forget-you-americas-heros.html' title=''/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-111897541350887934</id><published>2005-06-16T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:30:13.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow its been a while....</title><content type='html'>okay kids sorry its been so long without a post just have been really busy first with a woman that cheated on me then but was "in love" with me.... oh well then a extreemly drunkwen weekend...s with your hosts &lt;a href="http://fajitallama.blogspot.com/"&gt;steve&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tywalker.com/"&gt;ty&lt;/a&gt;, and myself. and as steven would say special guests were there also. its been one of those couple months where you really want to blog but you keep putting it off y'know? well maybe not but thats what happens when you finally get off your lazy ass and get a job and I get free cruises c'mon how great is that!?! now as for the new pope....yeah dont like him that much but oh well....mike jackson yeah well the when we are all judged one day he will pay but as for now he did get tried by a jury I wont say of peers but still a jury.... so I've come to the conclusion that no matter what I do I gotta learn to shut my mouth (except for here) for instance at work theres a classic suck up bitch in my class whos mommy works there so shes spoiled rotten and mormon not that I really have anything against mormons but I decided to push some buttons and say mormons suck my left nut at break one day well being spoiled fat bitch whos married to a guy in the army has to bitch about everything she goes and cries to the boss so I get called in and asked to do sensitivity training...I was like nope I'm good and she asked why and I said cause it wont do any good I'm American and I have my right to say wtf I want whentf I want but I will keep my mouth shut at work that worked for them and then I hear that she was talkin shit cause she didnt get me fired well a girl I am rather good friends with now in class almost killed her it was funnyso now she keeps her mouth shut and noone in that class talks to her see what happens when you become a sniveling snot nosed brat you get your ass handed to you. now had she just come to me and said " hey aj I didnt apreciate what you said could you please not say that around me again?" I'da said "hey no worries my bad!" but enough about that life is good etc etc (ty is there enough run on in this for you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come at ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres tom with the weather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-111897541350887934?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/111897541350887934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=111897541350887934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/111897541350887934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/111897541350887934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow-its-been-while.html' title='wow its been a while....'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-111247590947394947</id><published>2005-04-02T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T13:05:09.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Paul II</title><content type='html'>A man of religion, vision, and light to this world has gone home to the welcoming arms of God, the son of God, Mother Mary, and all the saints and angels in heaven. If it where valhalla he would be at the mighty table of former pontiff's of yesterday and the mighty warriors of God's army. I take comort in the fact that the man is no longer in any pain, but as a Catholic who has never known another pope it seems strange to have him not with us anymore. It goes back to the root of uncertainty in the future and what is held there, it scares me but at the same time I am hopefull that the next pope will have the fotitude and strength that this man this holy man of devoted passion to Christ had. Other than that I dont know what to think or feel aside from slightly numb and sadend by the passing of one who did so much for others and not just the catholic faith but for the whole world he had no shame in sitting with jews or muslims and wanted to show that it is one God. The man had the undeniable power to help in a very large way end the reighn of communism in the world and bring us that much closer to peace. He had the will to say to President Bush hey I dont really like this war but I still respect you, and more importantly President Bush listened for his part. Pope John Paul II was not a man of fear but a man of peace and his legacy will be remembered as such: St. John Paul The Great. Well holy father you will be missed here in this life but rest easy for your work is done reap what you have sewn in heavens mighty fields, and be at rest we shall see you again someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-111247590947394947?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/111247590947394947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=111247590947394947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/111247590947394947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/111247590947394947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2005/04/john-paul-ii.html' title='John Paul II'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-111154271138661470</id><published>2005-03-22T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T17:52:00.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me your poor your tired your hungry your animic you blogs</title><content type='html'>so what to blog about now honestly nothing comes to mind so send some ideas they could always help till then amuse thyself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-111154271138661470?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-110936149493742841</id><published>2005-02-25T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:58:14.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh and then hahahaaa</title><content type='html'>so then your going to show how truly gay you are and have your new bf IM me on the computer HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA wow that takes some balls to threaten someone online...I wish I was that cool....wait no and the greatest irony is he's skinnier thank ghandi and probly gets beat by his mom everymorning WHY CANT THERE BE ANY NORMAL FUCKING PEOPLE OUT THERE ANYMORE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110936149493742841?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-110935371097599356</id><published>2005-02-25T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T09:48:30.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so wait let me get this straight...</title><content type='html'>okay ready kids? so last week brittney says hey AJ I'm comming up there for the weekend because its a long weekend and have nothing better to do. AJ's thinking cool cool hopefully I get to see you she says of dont worry we'll hang out as much as possible cool whatever go through the week doing variouse things of pointed value saturday arives I help tylers with the first half of the move and have a great day hangin out with my bro and some cool ass cops and just having a nice day allbeit very heavy toop but hey who cares right? so we get done and head off to tylers crib to hit the hot tub good idea after a hard day right? righ. well ITS STILL BROKEN the poor guy pays for the use of it and its freeking broken I try to console him with beer but its not working to well so call britt see whats shaking wind up hooking up at antuiqes and get a table look around spot her I'm happy she's obviously not dislike the guy she is with because well I wanted her...and meet cj so we are all hanging out at the same table finally and tyler looks at me says get drunk dude so such I did 8 double jack n cokes later I dont remember leaving all the better cause youcould feel the unwelcomeness from certain people get to ty's pass the hell out after emptying the contents of my stomach come to excited about race DAYTONA 500 start watching prerace cause well I am a redneck I know I am no worries I like it that way! so call britt caus shes supposed to come hang out and watch the race... race ends I go home try calling her then she finally answeres and claims she was uncomfortable sorry but I dont buy it one second okay whatever monday rolls around go to my first class have a great time meet some cool people n shit well britt calls me tuesday morning "I'm sorry we didnt hang out blah lah blah" I think about forgiveness something I NEVER do because it only allows that person to hurt you again but go on with life watch tys hockey game go on to drinking have a good time as always with my friends brings us to wed class fun steves moms b-day steve shows she is happy as heck mad points to steve then we go to bar have good time run into some people from a graduateing year below us nice to see people seem to change go home pass out thursday britt says I broke up with larry I'm like sorry cause at this point I'm oblivious to the fact that apparently she hooked up with CJ yeah...right under larrys nose and technically right under mine because she said when they broke up we would hook up haha see how far that got me well fuck you you little skank shame on AJ for trusting people only to find out you wanted a shoulder to cry on because you felt bad for about hal a second you'll be one of them people who jumps in the sac right after someone you care about dies not even waiting for the body to be cold... well FUCK YOU not this time I'm not hurt I'm ANGRY at you and myslef for falling into ANOTHER courtney only this time even more twisted and I seriosly wonder why in gods name I even bother with fucking women anymore really honestly why do I bother I'm turning that part of aj off if that means nothing bur prOn the rest of my life so be it I am tired of ALL YOU FUCKING WHORES WHO TWIST YOUR LIFE AROUND TO MAKE US FEEL BAD FOR YOU AND THEN TURN AROUND AND LIE THROUGH YOUR ROTTEN TEETH I FUCKING HATE LIARS........so on another note I'm up in denver this weekend to help another friend move and possibly get very very drunk because I like my alcohol and if you dont like it get fucked I dont really care anymore you arent worth it....to all my friends thanks you guys made a shitty week alot better just by hanging out you guys rock. and to all women whom I dont consider friends FUCK OFF just leave me the hell alone go find another guy to spin your web of deciet and lies to tyler yes I know this is one big run on dont rememind me buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110935371097599356?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/110935371097599356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=110935371097599356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110935371097599356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110935371097599356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-wait-let-me-get-this-straight.html' title='so wait let me get this straight...'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-110823474700015907</id><published>2005-02-12T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T10:59:07.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia? you mean I do have good memories of things from high school?</title><content type='html'>so I started cleaning my room the other day, and have been throwing mass ammounts of crap away old papers etc. well this morning I stumbled across something that made me stop and have to talk to &lt;a href="http://fajitallama.blogspot.com/"&gt;steveo&lt;/a&gt;... it was an invite to the coker 2001 my advanced invite hehee. this brought back some really happy memories of being out in the forest throwin the football running a creek, foxtails, talk of women, late night video games, etc etc. and its quite happy I think of the few people I still talk to from the era of my life and how happy and craefree we were, which leads me to why is it everytime you look back on your life it was always happy and carefree?! I remember some really rank times as well but those memories seem to fade away like some mystic red tape has been placed over the file, compartmentalise and move on as it were. and that thought is scary in its self because well I dont know really it just seems scary.... (tyler hope I'm useing some periods this time for ya buddy) but the next thought to mind is in fact the bad parts of high school the crap we did have to put up with the angst of wanting to grow up and live our dreams out thinking nothing could stop us. well alot has stoped me come to think of it and looking back just makes my life now seem miserable and grey with no outpouring for the future, really depressing I know to think about it like that but y'know I was blind to alot of things till crap fell apart in my little world I fell into a vast pool of nothing and cant seem to find the edge no matter how hard I do try my god what have I become? I have nothing to show for myself it seems but have a utter lack of desire to better myself... which isnt the case I want to but I feel like I cant everything just piles up and piles up and I cant get any of the stuff out of my inbox.. so where to go from here I dont know I'm sure this blog makes no sense at all but it wasnt really for you to understand it did get some of the poison out though and thanks steve for reminding me that a coke some hatebreed and bloging seems to help alot.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110823474700015907?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/110823474700015907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=110823474700015907' title='0 Comments'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110789302922842409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-to-let-it-all-out.html' title='and to let it all out....'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-110789135369473869</id><published>2005-02-08T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T11:35:53.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lent that ever so catholic tradition of giving soemthing up and not eating meat on friday and lieing to yourself and saying......</title><content type='html'>hey I can do this its just like that new years resolution I made that lasted a week right? 40 days should be too long to give something up right but being a whiney American used to getting his way and not having to give shit up for some cause better than anyhthing because hey the big guys son did it right why cant I? well I'll tell you why I have never been able to finish anything in my life is it because I'm cursed with ADD? so the other day I was riding my bike and I....but seriously this lent like the last 3 lenten seasons I will attempt to give up swearing the last lents I made it for a max of 25 days and failed how does that make me look to someone who sat in a desert without food or water for 40 days and managed not to do anything and I cant even give something as trivial as swearing up? pretty lame when you get down to it dont you think? but the other part of it is your supposed to fast but as the passage says about making sure others dont know and clean thyself do not beat your chest and stnd on the corner etc etc and the whole no meat thing shit one day a week not so bad right but for me once again for some reason I "forget" and eat all the meat I can but this year I'm not even going to make a consious effort to try and keep this stuff going because I already know its all not worth it so why bother y'know but if by some twist of fate I do manage to do it well then its a sign that things really are changing but as another saying goes a faith of convienience is truly a hollow faith does that mean I'm screwed or have I really tried to be a good catholic boy I mean to an extent I have been but I dont know anymore its like I'm just wandering around talking to myself and eating 10 day old soup.... so with that being said I will go quietly this time andI'll keep all my thoughts locked up in my mind and for the record I always was true.....&lt;br /&gt;*looks toward the sky*&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength that only you can Big Guy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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saying......'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-110703550836494042</id><published>2005-01-29T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T13:51:48.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing like friends </title><content type='html'>So yesterday it was just another unsuspecting slow afternoon sitting on the net goofing off and stareing blankly at the wall... when the ophone rings&lt;br /&gt;A: hello?&lt;br /&gt;S: dude dont you ever answer your door?&lt;br /&gt;A: wtf your down here!&lt;br /&gt;S: yeah *click*&lt;br /&gt;and there was one of my two  best friends standing there at my door definetly made my day hell the month so he comes in we hang out for a bit I grab a shower. we take off grab some food and head to the mall right quick to pick up some stuff run into michelle meghans old friend meghan is an evil woman who stalked me after I broke up with her yeah....but found up some stuff I had suspected for a while and kinda made me madder but oh well shake it off babe.....so we head to champs have a quick fattie and meet up with the other two crazy cats tyler and chris tyler being the other best friend we head to good company and start the night off properly quick ghetto jager bomb couple avalanche beers and some food good to go good times so we leave there at this point I'm driving the mans car (tylers) because I'm always happy to be the sober driver so the boys can have a blast and not worry about DUI's n stuff so we head to old chicagos where I was put in check about the loss of my card and got a new one without a problem the boys and I were having a great time just BSing about everything and anything eating some free cheese sticks got tired of old cs headed down to the hatch cover went upstairs hung out with chris while steve and ty ty played some pool and shit  last call rolled around some chick gave me her number and we left headed back to tys house and we started playing some halo 2 till 6 am then the boys were tired so we rested woke up and have just been goofing off since its totall zen here pizza animal house X games X bawx MODing and tonight we party again~! more to follow this is tom brokaw signing off and remember no more chips in peoples mouths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110703550836494042?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/110703550836494042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>I hate hollywood </title><content type='html'>so today I got home from another fruitless day and decided to sit down and watch a movie well matt broderic and meg ryan star in addicted to love... interesting movie not the best but your neoclassic dramma nonetheless and well I come to the conclusion I hate hollywood they always make it seem like everything is okay at the end matt doesnt have a job neither does meg but they have love and happieness from that well I love someone but I'm not off riding into the sunset. no I'm broke depressed and need out of this state, to do that I need a job well stupid me or smart me declined one job because he hopes to get a better paying job and knowing he cant deal with being a cashier. how selfish was I to do that? I havnt figured out yet but I just couldnt bring myself to accept it I want something different and that wasnt it. what to do? I wish I could dissapear into the sunset a legend before his time or his time before a legend? fuck it I dont know anymore dunno if I want to know anymore I just want this to stop to have the perfect life live the American dream I have had enough shit droped on me when do the roses start growing damnit I just want to know once Just once I want life to be simple. and though it isnt christmas anymore I have the perfect answer in repose to that question "yes virgina, there really is a santa claus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110617965506901554?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/110617965506901554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=110617965506901554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110617965506901554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110617965506901554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-hate-hollywood.html' title='I hate hollywood '/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-110572622221819097</id><published>2005-01-14T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T10:10:22.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scary </title><content type='html'>so noone has posted here yet telling me how much it sucked but I have gotten a couple responses via IM's and e mail telling me that its scary personally I dont think so but what the hell so last night I was talking to someone who makes me very happy all the time and I was inspired to write another poem of sorts this one being alot shorter. but hope you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleeping angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look upon the angel as she sleeps how can she be of this world her beauty strikes me with the strength of a freight train I gaze at her slow breathing not moving not daring to breathe for fear of disturbing what god sent to watch over my tormented soul&lt;br /&gt;I gently kiss her forehead she stirs slightly I suck in my breath fearing I have awoken her but she settles back to her peaceful slumber I whisper I love you and fade off to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah mushy and happy I dunno whatever.&lt;br /&gt;oh and happy news I have a job but I will still be looking for another one also so I may get the hell out of this state I was reminded yesterday of a very not happy memory that I would very much like to forget but its kinda hard because I do still live here in colorado and I'm not in the military those of you who know me (steveo I cant do it without you sometimes bro...) know what I'm talking about the rest of you nevermind (well except you my little britt *slpas hands over mouth*) anyway have a great weekend I know I will my brother in law is back in town tonight from Iraq so thats gonna be great to see him I will keep all concerned as to when the party is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110572622221819097?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/110572622221819097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>well I dont really feel like writing but I felt like sharing some shit I wrote not that anyone reads this but fuck it if you want lemme know what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look as she lays there her eyes like glass on the window panes of my heart her shallow breath comes in short uncontrolled twists she looks at me but says nothing the words cant come now she has already said too much, I stare into her eyes one last time as they become lifeless for a fleeting moment I want to say something but the only thing I can say is silence the moment disappears just like when I say I love you to her it comes swells and dies why do I still care? This wraith with an angles body has torn my heart out yet I still remain in this hollow staring at her from afar does she know that my torment will never end, even lo as she has faded from life without a single word uttered the torment still grates my mind and shreds my heart like a hellish being is inside trying to get out but has the being already come? What have I become? My sweetest regret? In that thought there is solace as I turn to look into the shattered mirror upon the dresser I know the demon has come out so I must destroy it before it destroys the only thing I ever wanted. Love, but love has destroyed me I cannot go any further. Must…end…the torment between my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110564258671306609?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/110564258671306609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=110564258671306609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110564258671306609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110564258671306609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2005/01/fawk-it.html' title='fawk it '/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-110538810098047581</id><published>2005-01-10T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T12:15:00.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>booze bruise </title><content type='html'>well here we are the 10th of January 2005 back from the funnest time I have ever had in my life with the funnest people around. what do I speak of? well imagine if you will 4 rougeshly handsome 20 somethings decending upon new orleans (more to the point burbon street) and welcoming the new year with lots of boobs and lots of booze. then the proceeding day get on a boat and spend the next 5 days in paradise seeing beautiful scantily clad women that looked 19 but werent to our dismay. but it was still a rocking good time had by all laying on beautiful beaches the calming effect of the waves all that shit was nice, and of course lots and lots of alcohol, one beach was an open bar yet steveo somehow still managed to get careded I mean come on LAME he's almost 22 and its Mexico for god sakes. but whatever. but the pictures tell the story better than I can &lt;a href="http://tywalker.com/"&gt;soheretheyare&lt;/a&gt;. but now I am home back in colorado and as much as I love the mountains, I'm tired of this town and the bullshit I deal with so I'm looking to move as soon as possible where? I dunno I hear Arizonas nice. but anyway no matter what I want to get the hell out of here find a job and start a life elsewhere crazy? not really just want a new fresh start is that so much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110538810098047581?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/110538810098047581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=110538810098047581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110538810098047581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110538810098047581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2005/01/booze-bruise.html' title='booze bruise '/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-110433763993946995</id><published>2004-12-29T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T08:27:19.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tylers 21..oh shit</title><content type='html'>So we begin this trip at my house christmas eve....&lt;br /&gt;Steve showed up from ft collins and we began building a dollhouse (for my niece) in walks tyler, we all hug congradulate him on finally being a "man" and all the good stuff exchange our presents (Igot a DALE JR ornament how kick ass its that! and an amazingly kick ass CD (atreyu)) we finally had thedollhouse done cool time to go drink...wait ty has to be ralph the elf right quick....okay  ready break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAR (good company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we walk in the doorman wishes ty a happy b-day very nice of him, we saddle up to the bar and order the boy up some drinks. First shot of the night was a chocolate cake (really fucked up because its clear and tastes like chocolate) then I think it was an alabama slamma, then a three wisemen gone huntin (nasty shit but its a right of passage), then a quick shot of patron to keep him going....inwalks ashely so we get the bo some goldshlagger because apparently he likes it, two three shots of that later I get him an incredible hulk. he downs that then the kids decide to do a jager bomb down the hatch it goes.&lt;br /&gt;all this time and I have only had a shot of whiskey and one beer (I'm the DD) this is about two hours. well what comes next? well of course you gotta pee after all that so ty and steve head of to the bathroom...out walks steveo shaking his head apparently they met a guy in the head who was a desert storm vet and wished ty a happy b-day and bought him a shot of irish mist, that guy was kindaq drunk and wierd but oh well, at this point ty is good and gone so we decide to have some kareoke fun...I NEED A HERO... yeah that was funny as hell and we have pictures of all this mind you.... well at this point we firgure okay lets call it a night...proceed to leave the bar and ty decides he doesnt want to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is where I will end this magical journey for now because my lawyer says I shouldnt talk about the next part yet its still a legal process apparently but I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110433763993946995?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/110433763993946995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=110433763993946995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110433763993946995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110433763993946995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2004/12/tylers-21oh-shit.html' title='tylers 21..oh shit'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-110339482475835704</id><published>2004-12-18T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T10:33:44.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>garage door WTF</title><content type='html'>so last night I get home and think hey I may not do anything tonight just stay home relax count the days till we go on the cruise....John Hoffman calls! which is kick ass hes been in florida the last few months n shit so cool he wants to head to the bar...as I'm getting ready to jump into the shower I hear and feel the most ungodly noise I have ever heard in my life sounded like someone had just crashed into the house or something. so I throw some pants back on run down the stairs to see what in the hell happened coulndt find shit so looked throughout the whole house...nothing. hmmm so it must be the gods mad at me for something I figure head back to the shower finish that shit. gettting ready to leave I hit the garage door button....NOTHING.....hmmmm odd hit it again in the male fasion nothing walk ove take a look. OHHHHH well that explains why the hell it wont work the spring broke fawk oh well leave a note head out the door. and well get to part to later boys and girls.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110339482475835704?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/110339482475835704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=110339482475835704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110339482475835704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110339482475835704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2004/12/garage-door-wtf.html' title='garage door WTF'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-110329082342981961</id><published>2004-12-17T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T05:40:23.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>evil or geniuse?</title><content type='html'>so earlier this week &lt;a href="http://tywalker.com"&gt;ty&lt;/a&gt; asked his friends for some help on a battle of the sexes of sorts. who could out decorate their cubicle (this is the part where I feel bad for people stuck in cubes.....k over it). well I say that ty is definetly the clear winner I mean the 4 ft bows are definetly over the top! not only because I provided them either. I just feel proud to have been part of that feat, I think steve should get some credit for the bite marks idea brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on to things of last night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to old C's with a couple guys from work last night and I'm thinking sweet I can work on my christmas list more this works for me. well as with anyother awesome thought THEY HAVE A DIFFERENT LIST they arent even 10 miles from the other old C's WTF oh well some of em are the same....that winter welcome yeah not worth 6.75 if you ask me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the funny part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're sitting at the bar having some nice refreshing "orange juice" and in walks a group of some cuties, rock on right? wrong because of all fucking people who had to be with that group? Meghan yes that great little psycho who wanted to get hitched after 2 months (well I am drop dead sexy). so I felt the headache comming on ... sh1t she spotted me. so I do what comes natural, finish off beer as barmaid it they had any (this ones for you &lt;a href="http://fajitallama.blogspot.com/"&gt;steve&lt;/a&gt;) wild turkey 101, well she gives me this funny look and is like yeah, ask her to pour me a nice happy shot of it please she proceeds. as I take the shot I feel a hand on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M "HI AJ!!"&lt;br /&gt;4 "hey"&lt;br /&gt;M "how have you been!? I missed you so good to see you!"&lt;br /&gt;4 "you have okay...um hows it been?"&lt;br /&gt;M "been working my ass off and you?&lt;br /&gt;4 "bout the same" * alcohol begins to seep in*&lt;br /&gt;M " so what are you doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;4 *in head* no you "just drinking with a couple buddies from work"&lt;br /&gt;M "oh thats cool, well I should get back to my friends they wanna drink!"&lt;br /&gt;4 " well you have fun with that k"&lt;br /&gt;M *grabs napkin scribbles number* "here call me I miss you boy"&lt;br /&gt;4 "um okay"&lt;br /&gt;*exit meghan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well shit now what have another shot or get home I was supposed to talk to steve to get my pic posted for a url thingy (I'm such a n()()b) well its already 830 I may as well head home. go to pay for my drinks didnt get charged for the shot sweet she was kinda cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exit AJ stage left throw napkin in garbage on way out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110329082342981961?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/110329082342981961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=110329082342981961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110329082342981961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110329082342981961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2004/12/evil-or-geniuse.html' title='evil or geniuse?'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-110316272669838330</id><published>2004-12-15T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T18:05:26.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MR. ROGERS WTF</title><content type='html'>so at work today we had our all employee luncheon right....well GM is having this massive year end sale called the red tag sale and apparently we are hurting for sales (coulda fooled me), well our general manager decides hey lets get everyone to wear red caddy hats and red caddy fleece vests and the first thought that came to mind was I look like a target employee *hey wheres mommy?*. this thought proceeds to run into wow I feel like a fucking corprerate tool.... OF OLD NAVY I seriously looked like one of them bitches in the old navy tv spots. unfriggencool man, well I got over it and back to work then I realized I wasnt going to bring this thing home so what the hell I'M BLOODY MR. ROGERS  NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO well yes its true when  I get to work I'll take my jacket off change into my vest and change my shoes. I am now completly scared of myself wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110316272669838330?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/110316272669838330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=110316272669838330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110316272669838330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110316272669838330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2004/12/mr-rogers-wtf.html' title='MR. ROGERS WTF'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625512.post-110311565870340152</id><published>2004-12-15T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T05:00:58.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA thats right biatch</title><content type='html'>well you guys had one I needed one too but mine is ...smaller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625512-110311565870340152?l=wutsahub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/feeds/110311565870340152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625512&amp;postID=110311565870340152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110311565870340152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625512/posts/default/110311565870340152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wutsahub.blogspot.com/2004/12/haha-thats-right-biatch.html' title='HAHA thats right biatch'/><author><name>SH4RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341384522680486047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.business.colostate.edu/steven.i.magginetti/pics/4j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
