<?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-5086742</id><updated>2011-07-14T14:24:10.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY May 10th RAIN CITY SKATEPARK!</title><subtitle type='html'>WARNING: KEEP OUT OF THE REACH OF CHILDREN.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-95008543</id><published>2003-05-28T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T15:20:17.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHUT THIS MOTHA FUCKA DOWN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-95008543?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/95008543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/95008543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95008543' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-94182282</id><published>2003-05-11T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T20:48:20.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i second that youre hella gay!! everyday!! yay!! say!! they!!! way!! kay!!! pay!!! bay!!! hay!!!......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-94182282?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/94182282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/94182282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94182282' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-94176933</id><published>2003-05-11T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T19:02:04.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i second that !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-94176933?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/94176933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/94176933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94176933' title=''/><author><name>lou co</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93969257</id><published>2003-05-07T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T20:52:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Nominee's for "Gayest post known to mankind" are Mustafa Farah in "Amy's conversation about tits and ass," Mustafa Farah "Amy's conversation about tits and ass,"  and Mustafa Farah in "Amy's conversation about tits and ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know people.  This might be a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this years winner for the "Gayest post known to mankind" goes to...!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...MUSTAFA FARAH!! in "Amy's conversation about tits and ass." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible people, just plain incredible!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93969257?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93969257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93969257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93969257' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93947760</id><published>2003-05-07T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T13:41:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im in the Computer lab right now and Amy is sitting next to me and we are talking about tits and ass!!! and who has them and who doesn't,Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93947760?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93947760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93947760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93947760' title=''/><author><name>BLACKMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09675094232876077972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93897467</id><published>2003-05-06T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T18:13:34.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93897467?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93897467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93897467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93897467' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93877398</id><published>2003-05-06T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T15:41:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK Mustafa Ventura, thanks for your great story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T FORGET ABOUT SATURDAY! RAINCITY SKATEPARK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93877398?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93877398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93877398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93877398' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93846863</id><published>2003-05-05T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T23:19:55.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember one time when i was deep in the terrains of Africa and i stopped to rest. This eagle flew down and just rested on my penis thinking it was a tree branch. I laughed and said, " you silly little bird this isnt a tree branch." The bird looked at me and i swear it smiled, then it jsut flew away. It was wierd though because when the bird left i kept encountering more animals and stuff. Like i kept walking and i heard rustling in the bushes and  when i turned to the right to look a 4ft man jumped from left and swung on my penis like it was a monkey bar. Yeah......its pretty weird in africa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93846863?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93846863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93846863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93846863' title=''/><author><name>BLACKMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09675094232876077972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93843630</id><published>2003-05-05T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T22:08:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ATTENTION ATTENTION!!  This Saturday there is a Skateboard competition at Rain City Skatepark, it starts at Noon.  Everyone should really come check out the whole BD crew and their dope skills.  Ben told me to especially tell Minh-Tu, so that means your have to go Minh, or Ben will lose the comp.  I'm going to be tearin shit up in that bitch.  EVERYONE COME SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL SKATE CREW.  PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93843630?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93843630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93843630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93843630' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93738015</id><published>2003-05-03T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T23:29:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching derby jockeys stand up and wave on top of their horses makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;they are very short. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93738015?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93738015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93738015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93738015' title=''/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93714670</id><published>2003-05-03T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T12:02:43.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>close to insanity!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93714670?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93714670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93714670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93714670' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93632359</id><published>2003-05-01T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T20:14:56.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;who said that I wasn't right?&lt;br /&gt;I've lived for years without a life&lt;br /&gt;don't have a soul on my side&lt;br /&gt;still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried&lt;br /&gt;don't take me under your wing&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a hand, don't need anything&lt;br /&gt;I've got a roof over my head&lt;br /&gt;as if I'd rather be alone with me instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close yet far&lt;br /&gt;drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are&lt;br /&gt;and I'll tip my hat to those who can't believe it's me&lt;br /&gt;and I never never never ever wanted this to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the sounds of the city&lt;br /&gt;sunrise and set are the same to me&lt;br /&gt;a hesitating pulse is good company&lt;br /&gt;and my reflection offers no apology&lt;br /&gt;but who said that I wasn't right?&lt;br /&gt;and I've lived for years without a life&lt;br /&gt;don't have a soul on my side&lt;br /&gt;still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close yet far&lt;br /&gt;drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are&lt;br /&gt;and I'll tip my hat to those who can't believe it's me&lt;br /&gt;and I never never never ever wanted this to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close yet far&lt;br /&gt;drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are&lt;br /&gt;and I'll think of the days when there was something to believe&lt;br /&gt;and I never never never ever wanted this to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CKY - close yet far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93632359?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93632359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93632359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93632359' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93575711</id><published>2003-04-30T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T21:24:12.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perils 'o' praline boyeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93575711?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93575711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93575711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93575711' title=''/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93562462</id><published>2003-04-30T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T17:04:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that, first off, the only way I know i'm dying, is if i'm about to die in a crash, old age, or get shot!!!!   If I rob a bank, only person who's becoming rich is me dammit!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good idea though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDEA!!!IDEA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93562462?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93562462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93562462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93562462' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93517073</id><published>2003-04-29T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T23:46:03.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what else i wanna do? if i KNEW i was going to die, then one day i would dress myself in black with a black mask and go rob a bank and then put all the money in a box and dump it in the ocean or bury it. haha... have someone else find it and become like a millionaire. haha. kewl yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93517073?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93517073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93517073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93517073' title=''/><author><name>j_lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04758741935162022747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93512201</id><published>2003-04-29T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T21:44:29.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got really fucking bored and decided I wanted to have a little survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question was  "What is one thing you want to try before you die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xALiENPRiNCESSx: sky-diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KimR122885: shrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t yrEE shePPar d: i want to have an orgy with like 12 strippers (Tyree took a while to answer the fucking question, we all know how he is though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lucomotion: having a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duckylee45: i want to visit 10 more countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotcupatea: go to Brazil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra22ox: Final Fantasy Tactics 2 for GBA SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were all good.  Mine personally was to have sex at a baseball game.  But I don't know, because I really want to dress up like a ninja and get on the top of a train and hop from cart to cart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93512201?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93512201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93512201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93512201' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93438632</id><published>2003-04-28T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T19:25:48.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93438632?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93438632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93438632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93438632' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93426795</id><published>2003-04-28T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T15:41:18.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93426795?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93426795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93426795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93426795' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93374015</id><published>2003-04-27T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T19:46:59.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mustafa and i are the masters of the distance team. we are going to districts, baby. killing it out there, boy. yeah, yeah. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93374015?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93374015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93374015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93374015' title=''/><author><name>lou co</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93210470</id><published>2003-04-24T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T17:48:20.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH MINH! whatever you do, do NOT! mention the crazy love we made for your birthday present.  OR ELSE I'M DUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93210470?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93210470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93210470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93210470' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93161793</id><published>2003-04-23T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T22:57:39.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well thank you my dears!  For a wonderful birthday.  I truly appreciate everyone's kinda greetings and everything else too!  I know.... i sound not really grateful and stuff but i am.  I'm just super tired and lazy to say thank you and name everyone specifically.. but thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93161793?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93161793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93161793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93161793' title=''/><author><name>m_dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602943394452026473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93155279</id><published>2003-04-23T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T20:41:00.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hide in your mansion while the young peoples blood flow out of their bodies and is buried in the mud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93155279?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93155279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93155279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93155279' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93122206</id><published>2003-04-23T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T16:21:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo guys.  We are chillin here in Video production, Ben and I.  Yall know how we do it.  I had to take that Math Compentency Test just a little bit ago, which meant I couldn't wake up late like all the rest of Juniors and Seniors that attend Renton High School.  I don't feel left out though, because my buddies in AP are studying hard for their big test these next three days, and next weeks testing days!! FUCK!  Right now they are annoucing a fire alarm test on the intercomm, haha!  Damn Renton admin, what a fucking joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben sais "Bear Dewkie!"  as always you know how BD do! WHAT WHAT!!! anyway derek just walked in! i'm out! PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93122206?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93122206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93122206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93122206' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93094516</id><published>2003-04-22T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T22:33:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>word up son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ordered my free tickets from &lt;a href="http://www.thecpl.com"&gt;CPL&lt;/a&gt; yesterday for the tourny, that is going to be held in Dallas from July 30th till August 3rd.  For those that don't know, CPL is a gaming organization that hosts Quake 3, and CounterStrike tournaments with up to 200,000 dollars at steak.  The best professional clans from across the world are going to be there, and I got free passes, so i'm stoked.  I also got the "OK" from moms to fly down there, I gotta get a job so I can reserve my rooms at the HYATT which where the tourny will be held.  Flying down there should be fun.  I will be joined by my fellow CS buddy Mike, only few know him, I think Rj, and possibly Tyree.  He's from Alaska.  Andrew MIGHT come along, depending if he decides to leave his hut :P  I'm hoping my plane makes it in one piece, but if we go down FUCK IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway kids, i'm outro because I got to finish this poem for CWW. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93094516?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93094516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93094516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93094516' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93093966</id><published>2003-04-22T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T22:12:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn. this some ugly ass template!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93093966?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93093966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93093966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93093966' title=''/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-93079220</id><published>2003-04-22T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T17:30:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the fuck is this shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would look better, guess i'll find another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-93079220?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93079220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/93079220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93079220' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92942319</id><published>2003-04-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T12:30:38.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn!! i wish i was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92942319?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92942319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92942319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92942319' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92938977</id><published>2003-04-20T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T10:59:01.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at least 200 fucking schools went to Pasco and it was cracking..........................we stayed in hotels the night before and that was kind of fun, but this white dude that works there kept telling us stop walking outside and that he had complaints or some shit o well. But the meet.  Me,Devin,Melton,AA ran the distance relay against 60 other school that entered, winmill told us each what to run in order for us to get somewhere, we all did run wat he said accept aa but it still didnt matter cuz we got our ass whooped and we came in 27/62.  But umm to bad Quinton got 5th in the 200 Vic came in 3rd for the 400 we fucking won the 4x1 and got 2nd in the 4x4 we got 4th!! overall 4 points away from  1st place, shit........uhh but u know what we are all oming back next year baby!!!!!!     It was live though to bad i only got one more year to go,    DAMN THERE WAS SOME FINE ASS GIRLS THERE, SHIT!! AND I WAS TALKING WITH ONE OF THE FINEST MEXICAN GIRLS IVE SEEN IN A WHILE TO BAD THEY LIVE IN YAKIMA. SHIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92938977?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92938977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92938977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92938977' title=''/><author><name>BLACKMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09675094232876077972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92910778</id><published>2003-04-19T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T18:08:35.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92910778?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92910778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92910778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92910778' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92851704</id><published>2003-04-18T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T12:05:52.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92851704?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92851704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92851704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92851704' title=''/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92830813</id><published>2003-04-18T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T03:37:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we should all get together and watch "malibu's most wanted." it seems like everyone wants to see it. or at least one more get-together before the break ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92830813?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92830813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92830813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92830813' title=''/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309461426469162065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92567740</id><published>2003-04-13T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T23:32:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Aye yo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks&lt;br /&gt;L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks&lt;br /&gt;And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts&lt;br /&gt;Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out&lt;br /&gt;I got the wild style, always been a foul child&lt;br /&gt;My guns go boom-boom, and yo' guns go pow-pow&lt;br /&gt;I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin&lt;br /&gt;Front and get half the bones in your body broken&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie&lt;br /&gt;I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie&lt;br /&gt;I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin dirty chicks&lt;br /&gt;Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six&lt;br /&gt;Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond&lt;br /&gt;I leave mics torn when I put it on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big L  R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I don't even know what about to go down this week. We should do something for sure though, because its spring break, you little fuckheads. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92567740?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92567740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92567740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92567740' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92564035</id><published>2003-04-13T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T21:53:16.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whats up for the rest of the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to hoop or something. i feel like dunking on some of you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats up with that? or some football? or something!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some suggestions!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92564035?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92564035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92564035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92564035' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92473279</id><published>2003-04-11T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T23:33:41.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo bitches, for those that are coming tomorrow for the all nighter, don't be here any earlier then 7 PM, or else noone will be here to let you in.  I'm not getting home until like 6:30.  But plans may change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92473279?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92473279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92473279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92473279' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92464084</id><published>2003-04-11T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T19:42:06.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, me either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92464084?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92464084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92464084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92464084' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252877876608611853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92340843</id><published>2003-04-09T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T22:13:04.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know about that!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92340843?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92340843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92340843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92340843' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92333530</id><published>2003-04-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T20:00:09.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in your pajamas! or for girls, bathing suits are just as fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92333530?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92333530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92333530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92333530' title=''/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92333134</id><published>2003-04-09T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T19:53:10.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what about that all nighter? i'm up for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92333134?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92333134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92333134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92333134' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252877876608611853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92271090</id><published>2003-04-08T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T22:08:42.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we need a pajama party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92271090?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92271090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92271090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92271090' title=''/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92269812</id><published>2003-04-08T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T21:47:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who gives a shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't!  Their prom is going to suck ass anyway, I mean no offense, but look at this years senior class.  Its probably the most divided class in years, they aren't even organized!  They know i'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking senior prom, blahahah! what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got jacked for Prom tickets, I MEAN C'MON PEOPLE!!! Would Junior class let their prom tickets get snagged up! FUCK NO!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92269812?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92269812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92269812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92269812' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92268680</id><published>2003-04-08T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T21:28:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, well forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just talkin to gabriel, boy said that 200 ticket quota the seniors supposedly need to run prom is nothin but a rumor. plus, they're still goin to the salty's. ain't no damn prom gonna be held in the comfort of renton's own &lt;b&gt;commons&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the hell's been startin this shit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92268680?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92268680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92268680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92268680' title=''/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92265346</id><published>2003-04-08T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T20:29:43.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will start posting lyrics if people dont start posting shit!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92265346?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92265346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92265346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92265346' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92130611</id><published>2003-04-06T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T22:31:28.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a no limit soulja!!! i thought i told ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92130611?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92130611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92130611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92130611' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-92026078</id><published>2003-04-04T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T21:40:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>buck 65's new album &lt;i&gt;square&lt;/i&gt; is hella sick!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the dopest albums ive heard, conceptually. his production is fucking off the charts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sole's new album &lt;i&gt;selling live water&lt;/i&gt; is fucking trash. and i havent even heard it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-92026078?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92026078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/92026078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92026078' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91962671</id><published>2003-04-03T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T21:18:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vin diesel reminds me of a faggot!!!&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/5086742-91962671?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91962671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91962671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91962671' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91962113</id><published>2003-04-03T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T21:04:57.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry linda. sorry because i think im the one that made that little lightbulb in anthony's head turn on, when i told him that i moved cortney's car. but it was a prank...a fucked up one. its in the past now...plan on pulling a prank on one of us for revenge or just simply whoop our asses. let's make chocolate strawberries tomorrow...finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe, you know i fit that secret list of criteria. stop trying to cover your tracks. come out the closet already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91962113?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91962113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91962113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91962113' title=''/><author><name>lou co</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91893484</id><published>2003-04-02T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T21:11:55.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vin diesel reminds me of andrew dice clay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91893484?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91893484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91893484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91893484' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936272362899706700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91891395</id><published>2003-04-02T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T20:34:25.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like my tummy tickled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in retrospect, this whole ordeal is total verification of the fact that we are just punkass kids seeking temporary pleasures in the most unresourceful of ways to entertain ourselves. i know for a fact that if i am ever to get a car, especially if my parents are going to give it to me, i am going to be so anal about it. i am definitely purchasing a club defense unit for the steering wheel, and hiding the key for that device under a piece skin inside one of my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. my mom warned me about people like us. "you know teenagers," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i hope you choose your friends wisely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;based on a secret list of criteria, i can only be friends with the following people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judy li&lt;br /&gt;devin luco&lt;br /&gt;paul muckerheide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scratch devin off of that list. he shouldn't be there - i guess that was just an oversight. but jude and muck are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91891395?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91891395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91891395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91891395' title=''/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91891068</id><published>2003-04-02T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T20:29:10.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems mad easy for girls to get mad at me. i dont know why!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess something i do or my presence just fucking irritates the shit out of them!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i dont talk to most of the girls anymore. and ummm.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!!! i guess the others will find out the same thing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all in the spirit of april fools day!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sorry!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont mess with you anymore linda, i may do you one better!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91891068?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91891068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91891068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91891068' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91884795</id><published>2003-04-02T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T18:46:29.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Linda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do this in anticipation to see your tears, but yet to see you smile after it was all over.  I wanted to play a good, classic prank.  Joe is such a foolish kid *tickles Joes tummy*.  Linda, you know we all love you, and your like my little sister, honestly.  So, I respect that you're upset with us or ME most of all. Just don't be mad forever :P  I would have to say, that Linda is never going to be picked on, by me.  SCOUTS HONOR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91884795?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91884795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91884795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91884795' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91883233</id><published>2003-04-02T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T18:21:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha. ha. it was f.u.n.n.y. (trying very hard to sound amused there.) it was executed flawlessly with ease. good one.  with time, i'll look back on this and laugh.  but for now, i'm not.  yes, i shouldn't have worried so much.  i did get my car back in one piece.  of course no one would steal my car over the other cars.  sure, i care about losing that car...because it's a &lt;i&gt;car&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not what hurt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being embarrassed in front of not only my friends but others in the parking lot.  feeling that you guys could mess with me without getting any consequences for it.  even those that weren't in on the prank but knew.  if i were you, i would have told me.  would have saved me a lot of grief.  sitting there, watching me laugh and cry.  just there to witness the prank like some show for you to see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as joe said: "i was only anticipating a crying linda."  thanks joe.  you're the one in the car going: "linda, are you gonna cry? are you? linda! don't cry! your car just got stolen."  what's a girl's natural response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; why you guys wanted to play the joke?  some bullshitty reason, i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't ever stay mad at you guys.  you guys are my friends.  but knowing that you guys always target me like that and just sit there and laugh about it like it's no big deal.  well, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; didn't get the shit scared out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. tyree, don't ever touch me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91883233?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91883233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91883233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91883233' title=''/><author><name>linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12252877876608611853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91824513</id><published>2003-04-01T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T21:52:41.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww... i feel bad for linda... so mean you guys... but yet it was a good prank...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91824513?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91824513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91824513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91824513' title=''/><author><name>j_lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04758741935162022747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91811599</id><published>2003-04-01T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T18:19:08.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was perfect because linda went to go work on the computer in like the studio. and i just grabbed her keys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in journalism...when i told you linda that brian wants you. thats when i put your keys back in your bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all fun!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91811599?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91811599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91811599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91811599' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91808127</id><published>2003-04-01T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T18:44:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;FUCK niggro-- glad i told my mom to keep the altima for today, because i nearly forgot this crazy man was on the loose! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot. april fools, linda. sounds like hell. but ain't it cool knowing a bunch of kidders?&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess after reading that shit she just put up top, it ain't as funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91808127?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91808127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91808127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91808127' title=''/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91805774</id><published>2003-04-01T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T16:33:07.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning thinking holy shit, its going to be a shitty day.  I failed to notice that it was the first of April,  so as the day goes by, i'm thinking to myself what could be the ultimate prank, something someone or everyone will remember, tell their grandchildren.  Then it was, when the best idea came in my head, and the target was my little Linda.  Now don't get my wrong, Linda is my best pal, but it just had to be done.  I got Tyree to take her keys out of her backpack during 5th period, which is her Yearbook class.  He gets the keys and runs them up to me in Mr. Woods class.  I then wait until the moment of passing time comes along.  Running out to her car was stressful, not knowing if she would notice her keys are gone, luckly, she didn't.  Joe and I hop in her car and, I was thinking about driving to that long street behind the field where the honeybuckets are.  But I though, way too far.  So then I decided to park it on Tobin St, right across from Murphy's old shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all head out to our cars, and await to see Linda walk out there.  So we chill in seperate cars and just wait, finally we see her in at a distance.  She comes into the parking lot in amazement.  That type of face that just says, "Where the fuck is my car!" type of face.  She was indeed confused.  She even took her keys out of her bag, the keys that tyree had removed and put back without a trace, good going dude.  We sit there in the parking lot just looking at her reaction, and I start my car and drive up to her, followed by Laurren, Alan, Devin, and Minh.  I ask her what happen, "Where is my car!?"  I played along, with the good ol "I don't know" and instant classic.  Followed by, "Looks like you got jacked dude"  but I had my keys all day.  It was then, where I thought, holy shit we are smooth.  She just sits there, with that look as if she wanted to cry, but couldn't.  I told her to hop in so I could drive her to the front to call the cops, on the way I stop RIGHT NEXT to her car, and she just looks at me and says "my fucking car just got stolen,"  While i'm nodding my head to the right, she looks and flips the fuck out.  "MY CAR!!! OMG MY CAR!!!!!"  and this went on for about 5 minutes, along with her crying and laughing at the same time.  It must have been the happy kind of cry, like "Holy shit, i'm glad my car is one piece" cry.  Everyone was just sitting there smiling, seeing her cry, to know her car was alright.  It was such a good prank, she didn't even want to drive her car after she saw it parked there, she couldn't stop crying.  I felt bad for her, but then again I was happy because I knew her car was alright, and once she saw it she was just happy.  So happy she had to cry for like 10 minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL GOOD LINDA!!!! GOOD TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Tyree who contributed to this wonderful event, and don't mess with me, because that could be your car. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91805774?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91805774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91805774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91805774' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91750385</id><published>2003-03-31T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T19:19:36.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. i don't know about you guys, but i don't think what it meant was ever the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's talk about some old time LIFE, why don't we?&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/5086742-91750385?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91750385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91750385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91750385' title=''/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91748949</id><published>2003-03-31T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T18:59:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well the issue is done with. EVERYONE SAYS GAY!!! EVEN LINDA!!! i dont even know why it was brought up. when EVERYONE SAYS IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even you joe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91748949?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91748949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91748949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91748949' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91748700</id><published>2003-03-31T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T18:55:37.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it doesn't matter. the word is tired, like "jagoff" and those vern fonk commercials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91748700?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91748700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91748700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91748700' title=''/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91747757</id><published>2003-03-31T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T18:41:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah. when i say "you are gay", it usually doesn't mean "you are a homosexual." when i say it, more often than not, it means "you are an idiot."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91747757?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91747757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91747757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91747757' title=''/><author><name>lou co</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91692591</id><published>2003-03-30T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T22:39:24.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny joe your pissed off over a word which started out with a meaning of joy and cheer. in fact 3 out of 5 definitions of the word gay are &lt;b&gt;1.Showing or characterized by cheerfulness and lighthearted excitement&lt;/b&gt;; &lt;b&gt;2.merry. &lt;br /&gt;Bright or lively, especially in color: a gay, sunny room. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.Given to social pleasures. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are we really inherent homophobes.................I know you arent really gay, or devin, or any other person we call gay....for all i know gay means "your a stupid ass" and if i say shut your gay ass up....it probably means "shut your dumb ass up".      To me the you are a faggot! should get someone angry cuz faggot is demeaning, even though being called a bundle of sticks wouldnt really be all that bad.     Before i start rambling on, get this      SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT IT!!!! Unless you are "gay" and it offends you beacause you like being called a homosexual respectively then my bad. Other wise do what it says in caps.    Geez la Weez    shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91692591?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91692591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91692591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91692591' title=''/><author><name>BLACKMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09675094232876077972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91685359</id><published>2003-03-30T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T21:32:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is so much i could say, but so far everything i've written has been misinterpreted as malicious and ignoble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things i have to say before i end what seems to be as an utterly pointless discussion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i am not an elitest. roger is a better writer than me, by far. i just wanted people to complete their thoughts. and who's going to argue that reading a fucking book ISN'T better for you than watching jerry springer? &lt;br /&gt;2) i  wanted people to stop saying "gay" so much, especially to the extent that tyree and mustafa have loosely and unfashionably thrown the word around, totally trivializing any conversation we have in person or on an online weblog. it really is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;3) this started out as a joke. roger, how can you interpret anything i say WITHOUT a sense of irony? actually, that goes for everyone. the defense, however, took this matter way too fucking seriously, and in the process, we've unearthed tyree's hatefully inherent homophobia, and everyone else's disdain for the truth. that is no joke. people, especially teenagers, hate to admit that they're wrong - that they're big fuck-ups. i know this first hand, but that's why i've tried to impart this knowledge on to this community. don't think that you are so different from the rest, especially when you feel the need to write come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stop saying "gay" so much, and things won't be so heated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, this site was getting one post a day before i called tyree out. can't we at least acknowledge the rekindled flair for writing in this piece? and people are actually refreshing the site every hour to read what people have just said. now THIS is a fucking weblog for 'ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91685359?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91685359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91685359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91685359' title=''/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91683253</id><published>2003-03-30T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T19:33:34.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;but what jury is going to rule a verdict for the guy whose closing statements will almost always end with, "um...you're gay!!!" (?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fuck, RJ that was some funny shit.  That's one for the record books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROW THE FUCK UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91683253?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91683253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91683253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91683253' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91682851</id><published>2003-03-30T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T19:40:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont give a fuck!!!!!!! this shit is hella fucking retarded. but you keep dragging it on. just stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one bullet to the head. will put an end to this and your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will never ever strike a nerve with me. none of you ever do. you guys always think im mad. because i reply to some of the fucking stupid things you say. but im not. you have never seen me mad. you wont ever see me mad. because if im mad at you you would be unconscious. and you wouldnt be able to see my anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im mad i resort to violence. and you havent seen that side yet. so dont think that youve struck a nerve. this is childs play. just fucking around on blogger. no one takes this shit seriously. i hope not. otherwise a life is what you should be looking into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats exactly what im talking about. the only thing i ever talk to you guys about is music and girls. thats it. you guys dont know shit about me. so that paragraph is your perspective. and growing up is apart of life. if i were to end a fucking argument with youre gay. then that shows how much ive grown. youre smarter than that. i dont even know where you came up with that shit. i mean come on. you all went through that same bull shit ass change for hip hop to fucking whatever. im not even attacking you. im defending myself. like i would my client as a lawyer. but i wont end it with gay. but my future self certainly will. i approach everything how i do. i know there are consequences for the things i say. thats why i dont apologize for them. whats said is said. whats done is done. it doesnt matter to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i say that "i dont give a fuck" that "i dont care" i mean that shit. you guys think that i dont because thats your nature. not mine. if i say something ive said it and i mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91682851?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91682851' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91682700</id><published>2003-03-30T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T20:09:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goddammit. these are friends talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what. i'm not gonna stand beside either of you because i think both of you are okay. what this means is i ain't got much choice to but to tell it to you both at the same time. this shit is getting dumb as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tyree:&lt;/b&gt; you know, since i've met you, i've become more keen to notice that you're a person who loves tackling the trends. you've spent quite a minute crafting a personality, even a caricature of it. and more than a year later, i see that you are one man a bit tweaked from the one i knew sophomore year-- unsung hiphop's bigmouthed torchbearer no longer. after a summer hanging with brian, and obviously, reading up on michael baxter's tastes, you've found a new stream of musicians you feel you have to let the school know about. ms. anderson even called you an 'enigma' at last week's story meeting-- the black kid in the roc-a-wear sweatsuit with the "bob dizzle" in heavy rotation. you've made it clear that music's an interest that takes up a lot of your time, and that's cool. it's normal. as a result of it, you revel in your share of props you collect for liking pearl jam and coldplay, and even moreso for opening us up to bands like the kyuss and screaming trees. however, it seems as if nothing else BUT the songs is on your mind. i wouldn't be so hard to convince if someone told me that for teens of this generation, music is somewhat of a drug. you've already expressed your distaste for reading, that "schoolhouse rock is over." how will that ever justify this "brilliant mind" you've proclaimed of yourself? how will you become this tower of "knowledge and complexity" when there isn't much you've got to show for it yet? at one point, i found out you wanted to be a lawyer-- but what jury is going to rule a verdict for the guy whose closing statements will almost always end with, &lt;i&gt;"um...you're gay!!!"&lt;/i&gt; (?) you aren't beyond the stages of a teenager any more than we are. you can point out everything wrong with everyone you have a problem with, but people laughing at the way you go at a person's throat won't keep you inscrutable. i hope you really see that this isn't a world where you can say anything you want without being responsible for it when you discover you're wrong, and everyone else seems to think so. cutting down a friend like you just did is a terrible practice. the most fucked up thing i see here is that on occasion, i read your posts about being almost EVERYTHING you just threw at joe: a fucking loser, an immature kid-- and more than once. just read back on your archives. why do you think you can dismantle kids like this, much more, someone you've said is one of your six best friends at one point in time? if you really want to make your point clear about something to anyone, insulting them will hardly ever work to defend your most deep-seated convictions. you can say all of these things about joe, but don't think the way you approach your own troubles can be hidden then. you're a better person than to be shitting on everyone who shows even the slightest inclination to disagree with you. i've seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;joe:&lt;/b&gt; *with all irony in me out the window* i'm really sorry. i'm really sorry we're not as articulate as you are. it's a shame that we can't formulate a written thought to even the barest levels of your tolerance capacity. i never miss it when you roll your eyes when we say things you probably think could be said better. since the ninth grade i've picked up on your hints at just how much dumber we were compared to you, and i've been shaking my head each time you've made it apparent. but if "owning the english language" and "thinking deeply" is how we gauge who's better than who, you KNOW it isn't the right thing to think. coming from a person as moral and righteous as you should boggle everyone that reads the webpage and speaks to the person both. why should any of these people take their time to write the way you see fit? do you still really think you're a "cut above the rest" when you spend days upon hours lazing around on the internet and sleeping, doing shit else for yourself? i've talked to you about what you wanna be when you're out of renton, and we seem to share the same dreams. you dig a band. you've got a bigger passion for film and writing than anybody i know. but something seems to stop you. just this week you said if you were to pursue it, you'd want it all to come out of you, otherwise it would be half assed. you don't want to put your ideas on paper because they always end up stupid, you say. are you waiting for this stroke of genius to come out of you, something you can pen effortlessly, and from the heart, without a single erasure? chances are that it may be too late by the time you find that great muse. what seems to be more believable of men that have already put out these masterworks is that they didn't come up with these ideas in a single sitting, and much less by accident. well, the point is, it's a PROCESS. i'm sorry i have to say it like i'm an uncle or some shit, but how else am i supposed to play it when two fucks go at each other's throats like they really hate each other, knowing full well they don't mean the stuff that hits hard? whether you're shooting blanks, doing it for fun, or not, you shouldn't be wasting time setting people off like this when you could be doing something productive, like giving me some goddamn homework to copy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all -- i guess what i see is harmless fun being had by two cynical fucks right here. but i don't wanna read about how gay you think the other is, and see you guys going to lunch together on monday. furthermore, i don't wanna work with two guys on this movie shit tomorrow if this is what it's gonna sound like. it doesn't make any sense. while we're all wasting our time on this computer shit - there are people this same age actually &lt;b&gt;doing&lt;/b&gt; things. when they have something fucked up to say about us, and they &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; mean it, what are we gonna tell em in response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"mm. you suck penis!!!" &lt;/i&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to hell not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91682700?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91682700' title=''/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91682666</id><published>2003-03-30T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T19:22:05.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joe, I will end you.  Just watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91682666?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91682666' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91682524</id><published>2003-03-30T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T19:19:37.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not going to hate on lifestyles -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but counterstrike ain't no lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not hatin' because &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91682524?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91682524' title=''/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91682334</id><published>2003-03-30T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T19:16:13.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah, i'm excited about rj having a drum-set to play with and master. congratulations is the wrong word, but i don't know the right word that goes with this situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91682334?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91682334' title=''/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91682220</id><published>2003-03-30T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T19:14:10.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, i'm going to get my self as far away as possible from all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never coming out of my house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91682220?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91682220' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91682186</id><published>2003-03-30T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T19:13:30.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. i must have struck a real nerve in you, to see you get so antsy in your pantsy. i imagine you crying from genuine hurt - you must have, to write such a convoluted mess of words that equate to "waaagh, i hate you, i'm not gay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll stop. it was not my original intention to totally destroy your feelings and sense of self-worth. i just wanted to see you a get a little humble, for once. unfortunately, by my own error i did not forsee a total breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're filled with so much homophobia - and hate for yourself that surpasses the greatest of insecurities - then there's really a problem. the first step is to admit that there is a problem, and that may be the hardest step to get through seeing as how much you're in denial with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be such a pity-case. people will take this issue seriously if YOU take it seriously. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91682186?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91682186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91682186' title=''/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91677439</id><published>2003-03-30T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T18:28:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>joe!!! what youve been thinking all along is right. you should KILL yourself. your life is worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are everything you dont want to be. and you wont amount to anything past what you are. you will be a loser forever. i dont need to justify anything to a little fucking retarded loser. whose still "finding himself." thats some bitch shit!! im not going to say youre an idiot or anything like that. im just going to say youre a little bitch. thats all joe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little immature retarded bitch. you should go read a book?? what the fuck!! school house rock is over kid. give up. youre a fucking loser. and a little ass bitch. you should just end your life now. i know you want to. the voices in your head are right. youre nothing, you will never be nothing, everything you do will fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on!!! do everyone a favor let life go. its not working out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe youre saying im in the closet. aahahah!!! look at you. tight ass pants and tight ass gay pink shirts. your hair doos. you want to be a female. and do you read what you write? you are a closet homosexual. and its not right. youre a faggot. a faggot that needs to let life go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILL YOURSELF!!!!! im not going to say anymore i said my piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fucking loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST DO IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91677439?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91677439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91677439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91677439' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91677169</id><published>2003-03-30T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T17:37:17.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where should I start Joe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rj, that's pretty cool.  Soon enough we'll be in your garage putting the music mix together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91677169?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91677169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91677169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91677169' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91673627</id><published>2003-03-30T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T16:20:25.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91673627?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91673627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91673627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91673627' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936272362899706700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91673304</id><published>2003-03-30T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T18:39:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck all that shit, my dad just did the impossible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh....he filled out the online order for the slingerland. it looks like i'm gettin a drumset. i'm too awestruck to cry tears of joy. besides, that would be the pussy move. i just sucked it up, told him "thanks a lot," patted his shoulder, and left the room. truth is, i don't know how to show that type of gratitude. the thanks i want to express for a dad that will make an hour-long commute so you can play some music can only be conjured in theory. my father's a nut for doing this, so i'm gonna try hard as shit not to fail him. and if you notice me running down with the slack, beat my take-for-granted ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91673304?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91673304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91673304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91673304' title=''/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91672821</id><published>2003-03-30T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T16:01:31.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anthony, if you want to add something to this fiasco, write something that makes sense, and please don't beat around the bush if you want to come out of the closet. tyree is the only person close-minded enough to scrutinize you for it, and you shouldn't pay attention to him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tyree. my point exactly. everything that you write just turns to dust. no one reads past the second sentence of any of your blogs because no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also: no one wants to know what level you are on in your &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hooked on phonics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; program. if you can't write anything that doesn't make you look like a five year-old crying about a dingy hangnail, or just a five year-old in general, then just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people don't win arguements by creating the flaws of other people. it just doesn't work that way. tyree, you could definitely be a better judge of character if you picked up a book instead of using guests on jerry springer for your "character studies." the obese lady who fucked her best friend's sister and her boyfriend's family reunion is no holden caulfield. she is not a captain ahab. she is not a fucking gulliver in any of his travels, not even the lilliputian ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to sound stupid on purpose, fine. that's a valid way to write. but if you failed the third grade and no one told you, then i'll have to take on that burden and do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;support your american soldiers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91672821?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91672821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91672821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91672821' title=''/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91671341</id><published>2003-03-30T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T15:29:31.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joe and Tyree buttslapping with their thumbs up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91671341?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91671341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91671341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91671341' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91665423</id><published>2003-03-30T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T13:19:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just on google, and for fun, i entered the words "two cocky mutherfuckers arguing" into the search bar. guess which site turned up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91665423?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91665423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91665423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91665423' title=''/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91663448</id><published>2003-03-30T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T12:33:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why are you so concerned with other writing styles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be worried about yours. no one else gives two fucks but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you trying to empress with your writing? with your blog? are you trying to get published? or are you just a fucking retard that has nothing better to do so....... you just start talking about style, and class of writing on OTHERS blogs. you cant clown on class in style in anything else. because you dont have class or style in how you present yourself, art, personality, or even fucking life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you think about it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91663448?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91663448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91663448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91663448' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91658413</id><published>2003-03-30T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T10:31:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>see, i always knew you had style, tyree. style, like ru paul has style. style like versace had style before he died, back when andrew cunanan was having his way with his sphincter. you sir, are SO stylish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SIR, when it comes to class, you have everything but. you have as much class as richard simmons, drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"word," cries aloud the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop saying "gay" tyree, it makes you seem like you're crying out for someone. someone equipped with a studded penis, or even worse, a cock with sharp horns on it, like satan's, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me you liked your ass lubed with cornflakes and glue, instead of the typical k-y jelly. is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything you say, tyree, answers that question, so i wouldn't dignify that with an answer, if i were you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet the audience awaits your reply, anyway! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91658413?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91658413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91658413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91658413' title=''/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91657318</id><published>2003-03-30T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T10:03:46.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>joe you already know what im going to say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLA!!!!.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay!!!!!........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91657318?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91657318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91657318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91657318' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91638931</id><published>2003-03-29T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T22:48:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's the opposite of style? whatever it is, it's what you people are writing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the opposite of style is ONE BIG FUCKING HEADACHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, this isn't an a.i.m. conversation. no one is waiting for your quick and prompt response. spend some fucking time to THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f.y.i. there is a backspace key. you &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; delete something if it comes out stupid. that's the difference between something written on the web and an oral presentation - the internet makes it easy to fake it and make it seem like you're not an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why none of you take advantage of the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not asking you people to write like english majors or teenage geniuses. FUCK, i'm not asking myself of that either. but there is such a thing as getting A BIG FUCKING HEADACHE and not getting A BIG FUCKING HEADACHE. i like the latter idea a lot better than the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it. no one would have taken socrates, volitaire, or even george bush half as seriously as they do if these people didn't think twice about what and how they are writing. it wouldn't be bad either to grow the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i said it. grow the fuck up. coming from a kid who does absolutely nothing at his house, runs away from his problems instead of confronting them, and still gets his mother to wash his clothes, that is saying quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't get mad. i'm not writing this to be mean. i'm doing this because i care - i care about THE BIG FUCKING HEADACHES i get when i read these pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91638931?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91638931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91638931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91638931' title=''/><author><name>Jocagu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91632247</id><published>2003-03-29T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T19:42:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahahahaha!!! &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; the girls can hate me. i dont fucking care. it doenst matter to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love you too anthony. lets have kids!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what comes with war. people always expect the best out of war. the most unseemly outcome. like low death toll and low civilian casualties. thats never the case. more civilians always die than soldiers do. i just see it as fate. maybe thats a blind point of view. but it makes it easier to deal with......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91632247?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91632247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91632247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91632247' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91629972</id><published>2003-03-29T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T18:38:49.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goddamn! im tired 7 hours of working in a restaurant it sucks, but i got out cuz i told my dad i had a report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-E-Ways damn, i swear to god Bush and this war is pissing me the fuck off.................there is cable at the restaurant( we dont have it at home) and we were watching the Arab News Channel, and they show footage even if its the most gruesome shit. But man i swear i can't take all these little kids getting fucked up over some bullshit regime change and some oil. Fucking 4,5,6,7, year old lil girls and boys getting there fucking legs and arms blown off, getting shot in the head, fuck that is some bullshit!   FUCK    i hate that shit...........little ass kids damn!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91629972?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91629972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91629972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91629972' title=''/><author><name>BLACKMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09675094232876077972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91622870</id><published>2003-03-29T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T15:18:57.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no wonder over half the girls hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I still love you Tyree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91622870?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91622870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91622870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91622870' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91611306</id><published>2003-03-29T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T10:18:00.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you feel as gay as a faggot too!!!!&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/5086742-91611306?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91611306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91611306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91611306' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91592857</id><published>2003-03-28T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T23:32:41.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel as empty as a drum, don't know why I didn't come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91592857?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91592857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91592857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91592857' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91507354</id><published>2003-03-27T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T14:47:17.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn, that mexican aroma is traveling through our vents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91507354?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91507354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91507354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91507354' title=''/><author><name>lou co</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91507261</id><published>2003-03-27T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T14:47:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think donny is cooking mexican food downstairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it was all rj. i was just his assistant in his plan to conquer the AP test. but yeah, lets gather all you AP heads and find a place and time to study this bullshit. at least twice before the big exam. let us know what time is good for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91507261?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91507261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91507261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91507261' title=''/><author><name>lou co</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91467008</id><published>2003-03-26T23:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T23:48:34.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess it did?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91467008?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91467008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91467008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91467008' title=''/><author><name>m_dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602943394452026473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91466991</id><published>2003-03-26T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T23:48:15.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FYI that last post was minh, if it didn't say so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91466991?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91466991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91466991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91466991' title=''/><author><name>m_dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602943394452026473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91466960</id><published>2003-03-26T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T23:47:15.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh!.. yo!.. i wanna be up in that mess too.  With the whole AP study group thing.  I don't know much!  But i know some.  So....i'm thinking this group will help.  Get it started up SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91466960?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91466960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91466960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91466960' title=''/><author><name>m_dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602943394452026473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91463248</id><published>2003-03-26T22:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:15:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I agree with RJ, but whenever the chance to go kick it comes around, you guys act like a bunch of girls.  I mean I can see if you guys want to shread some lead instead of hanging out, but damn, there is ALWAYS time for kickin it.  Fucking Mormons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91463248?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91463248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91463248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91463248' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91463236</id><published>2003-03-26T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:11:21.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes!! good plan!! that would be the shit. we really need to do that shit. because umm... me in all my brilliance needs to study this bull shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want at least a three on the shit. so it will raise my cumulative. whoo!! so lets get it crackalackin'!! that shit is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year is almost over. i cant believe were going to be seniors next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91463236?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91463236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91463236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91463236' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91459096</id><published>2003-03-26T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T21:03:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um. what's up homework fans--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess devin and i are interested to know who would all like to get together to go over this AP material and when, because this book is hell of a type of thick. besides, i don't think i'd be too smiles and shrugs after gettin a one on this thing. let us know what you think, if you wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why no one ever kicks it.&lt;br /&gt;these bible-sized exams are always tuggin at our behinds.&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/5086742-91459096?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91459096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91459096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91459096' title=''/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91450693</id><published>2003-03-26T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T18:17:44.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no one ever kicks it anymore. man..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHEN THINGS FALL APART!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91450693?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91450693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91450693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91450693' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91391658</id><published>2003-03-25T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T20:44:17.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how can we fulfill a mission when our commander cant spell ANALYZE correctly!?!?!??!?! this is crazy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91391658?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91391658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91391658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91391658' title=''/><author><name>lou co</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91385529</id><published>2003-03-25T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T18:52:52.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91385529?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91385529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91385529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91385529' title=''/><author><name>big chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09412543952568811601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/thebigchief11119/DSCN0208.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91330131</id><published>2003-03-24T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T22:22:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91330131?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91330131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91330131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91330131' title=''/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91325710</id><published>2003-03-24T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T20:45:32.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo yo my peoples!!! LET ME HEAR YOU SAY HOOOO!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an objective for you kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misson, if you choose to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analize the movie "Old School"&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2:50&lt;br /&gt;Place: Parkway Plaza at Southcenter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are a bit slow, movies on Wednesday, at Parkway Plaza at 2:50.  The movie is Old School.  SO BE THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91325710?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91325710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91325710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91325710' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91265950</id><published>2003-03-23T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T22:52:45.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey party people... yeah.. binh and them have been making posters for me, i cant be there to do it.. i mean i did some and we both came up with the idea.. sorta... and uhmmm.. anthony.. i got your sand! kek. lets see.. just wanted to say aloha everyone.. and uhmm devin.. my relatives or shall i say the daughters and sons.. ahh blha.. fuck it.. ill tell you when i come back.. or i mean IF i come back.. mua hahaahahha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91265950?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91265950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91265950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91265950' title=''/><author><name>j_lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04758741935162022747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086742.post-91262347</id><published>2003-03-23T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T21:27:17.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures are now up at &lt;a href="http://tea_bag.blogspot.com"&gt;my site.&lt;/a&gt;  So all of you silly shits can see the pics, if you please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5086742-91262347?l=thecastaways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91262347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5086742/posts/default/91262347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecastaways.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91262347' title=''/><author><name>The Little boy from down the street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541624449133809272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
