<?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-567015115877846250</id><updated>2012-02-09T15:51:37.355-05:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='Kicks'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Work'/><category term='H.A.M&apos;s'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Comedy'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='News'/><category term='Hot Men Kissing'/><title type='text'>A Fool's Paradise</title><subtitle type='html'>Too cool for you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-1353005210542952433</id><published>2007-12-03T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:05:22.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaq's Poetry Corner</title><content type='html'>Since I'm not the least bit poetic (insert hehhhhh here) I've decided to let these folks tell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladies, GET A FUCKIN CLUE...He likes puss and dick too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzJJObxAa8o&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzJJObxAa8o&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL at reference to sucking her dick.  I LOVE IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZHBHTtikKc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZHBHTtikKc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just threw this one in there for good measure.  I didn't really like it but in Shaq's rule book there IS NEVER a justification for being a Psychotic Bitch.  I'll let this "mzunga"* tell it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qH0VlsI6Zs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qH0VlsI6Zs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Don't think I'm not keeping up with the fuckery in the crunk emails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-1353005210542952433?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/1353005210542952433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=1353005210542952433' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1353005210542952433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1353005210542952433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/12/shaqs-poetry-corner.html' title='Shaq&apos;s Poetry Corner'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-4857039637401076274</id><published>2007-11-13T11:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:50:09.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Black Friday Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>Last year I made a post about braving Black Friday but my black ass won't be foolish this year.  Whatever is left in the stores at 3 p.m. I will pick over but I REFRUSE to go out there in the morning picking and fighting over shit.  HELL NO.  If you are braver than me here is a link to all of the deals going on for Black Friday.  Good luck and if you can squeeze it in I want a flat screen LCD TV.  HOOK THAT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.bfads.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-4857039637401076274?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/4857039637401076274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=4857039637401076274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4857039637401076274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4857039637401076274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-friday-pt-2_13.html' title='Black Friday Pt. 2'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-8324104426354973723</id><published>2007-11-13T11:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:23:07.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicks'/><title type='text'>Nike Women Air Force 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/af107_w_pre_twd_burg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/af107_w_pre_twd_burg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lonnnnnng time since I've made a pickup.  Classic shoe, Air Force 1.  These don't need an introduction.  Colors on them are tweed, deep garnet and deep burgundy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-8324104426354973723?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/8324104426354973723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=8324104426354973723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/8324104426354973723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/8324104426354973723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/11/nike-women-air-force-1.html' title='Nike Women Air Force 1'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-9202374168843388495</id><published>2007-10-31T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:23:19.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Superman that mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvFeiMREU9I&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvFeiMREU9I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boss needs to see this shit and fire her ass.  Why?  I don't know, it's just the mood I'm in today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-9202374168843388495?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/9202374168843388495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=9202374168843388495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/9202374168843388495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/9202374168843388495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/10/superman-that-mom.html' title='Superman that mom'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3942489087989883914</id><published>2007-10-10T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:23:19.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>No One</title><content type='html'>WOW...how ya'll mofos been doing?  It's been a while but my ass straight up has been lazy.  Did some rearranging in my life and this blog really was the last thing on my mind.  Now that summer is over I still don't see it being on my list of priorities but I will try and do better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back with a new song that I've been vibin on for a while now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ktUSIJEiOug"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ktUSIJEiOug" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's all a part of the plan even if it's not right in our faces" --ARH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3942489087989883914?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3942489087989883914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3942489087989883914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3942489087989883914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3942489087989883914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-one.html' title='No One'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3910910353928589543</id><published>2007-07-26T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:23:07.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicks'/><title type='text'>Air Jordan XI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rpen0BLxwFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/m1xKtuDbh7A/s1600-h/aj11_lo_sil_zest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rpen0BLxwFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/m1xKtuDbh7A/s320/aj11_lo_sil_zest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086718816251134034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got something new for the stash.  Not too much to say on these, I just wanted an off color pair of kicks this time around.  Colors on these jays are cool grey/zest/white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3910910353928589543?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3910910353928589543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3910910353928589543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3910910353928589543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3910910353928589543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/07/air-jordan-xi.html' title='Air Jordan XI'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rpen0BLxwFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/m1xKtuDbh7A/s72-c/aj11_lo_sil_zest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3818578953094517436</id><published>2007-07-11T12:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T12:58:44.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Tell Me Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Life is a bitch depending how you dress her&lt;br /&gt;So if the devil wear Prada&lt;br /&gt;Adam &amp; Eve wear nada&lt;br /&gt;I'm in between but wayyy more fresher.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YAzkKUPaVlA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YAzkKUPaVlA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3818578953094517436?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3818578953094517436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3818578953094517436' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3818578953094517436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3818578953094517436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/07/cant-tell-me-nothing_1782.html' title='Can&apos;t Tell Me Nothing'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2056120211694658005</id><published>2007-06-12T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:04:10.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fool's Paradise</title><content type='html'>There is a reason why I named this blog that.  If you're looking for politics and world news then this is not the place for you.  If you are looking for in depth stories about my life then this is not the place for you.  If you are looking for inspirational quotes and motivational speeches, then once again, this isn't the place for you.  We all have a serious side and the shits and giggles side.  Welcome to my shits and giggles.  I'm serious all day with some YT who could care less what type of degree I have...let me come to my blog and talk about absloutely nothing.  It makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2056120211694658005?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2056120211694658005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2056120211694658005' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2056120211694658005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2056120211694658005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/06/fools-paradise.html' title='A Fool&apos;s Paradise'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-8630293170707157229</id><published>2007-06-08T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:24:47.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicks'/><title type='text'>Nike Dunk High Premium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/dunk_hi_pre_sail_twd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/dunk_hi_pre_sail_twd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back with something else.  I don't even have too much to say about these.  Made a deal with a user on ebay and scored them.  Colors on these are sail/tweed/azure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-8630293170707157229?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/8630293170707157229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=8630293170707157229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/8630293170707157229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/8630293170707157229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/06/nike-dunk-high-premium.html' title='Nike Dunk High Premium'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-954909486466721707</id><published>2007-06-06T12:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:17:35.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll let you tell it</title><content type='html'>Just what exactly is going on in these pictures right chea.  Just case you've lost touch of the yt world, these two hookers are Lindsay Lohan and Vanessa Millano.  I'll let you tell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rmbr5-vXz5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/NbJ-HMA83Q8/s1600-h/97756581-lindsay_lohan_knife3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rmbr5-vXz5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/NbJ-HMA83Q8/s320/97756581-lindsay_lohan_knife3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073001411606204306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rmbr2-vXz4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Cc2TOYXxFjw/s1600-h/72676835-lindsay_vanessa_knife2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rmbr2-vXz4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Cc2TOYXxFjw/s320/72676835-lindsay_vanessa_knife2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073001360066596738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RmbrwevXz3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QTcMr8xtbR0/s1600-h/63785755-lindsay_lohan_vanessa_knife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RmbrwevXz3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QTcMr8xtbR0/s320/63785755-lindsay_lohan_vanessa_knife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073001248397447026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-954909486466721707?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/954909486466721707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=954909486466721707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/954909486466721707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/954909486466721707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-let-you-tell-it.html' title='I&apos;ll let you tell it'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rmbr5-vXz5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/NbJ-HMA83Q8/s72-c/97756581-lindsay_lohan_knife3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-6099656497250874373</id><published>2007-06-06T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:14:02.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Presenting your favorite reggae artist and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RmbqMevXz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/K38gTz98Fow/s1600-h/collie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RmbqMevXz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/K38gTz98Fow/s320/collie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072999530410528610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Collie Buddz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely feeling his latest tune "Come Around" but I've been hearing this growing debate.  I know you've guys guessed it!  Yes, the color of his skin.  Seems music isn't sacred anymore but I digress.  Collie is straight out of Bermuda (def a good look for the island).  I don't know too many of you out there that are interested in this debate but let me know...what do you think about him being a white reggae artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have any concerns on the subject you can still peep the video out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOtKdOY9PfA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOtKdOY9PfA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-6099656497250874373?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/6099656497250874373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=6099656497250874373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6099656497250874373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6099656497250874373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/06/come-around.html' title='Come Around'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RmbqMevXz2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/K38gTz98Fow/s72-c/collie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-8194169591729121593</id><published>2007-06-02T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:51:36.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RmI6lc3TMII/AAAAAAAAAEA/UZLQTdyp1D8/s1600-h/nba_g_james3_412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RmI6lc3TMII/AAAAAAAAAEA/UZLQTdyp1D8/s320/nba_g_james3_412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071680545450307714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to the NBA Finals is a good look for the city of Cleveland right now.  Too bad the Spurs are down in Texas waiting for them.  I hate to call the outcome of this one because I actually like Lebron and he has a decent supporting cast.  As far as winning 4 against Tim Duncan and the Spurs, ionno about all that.  We shall see though because I'd like to see Lebron lead his team to a championship at such a &lt;em&gt;young&lt;/em&gt; age.  For whoever is interested, the schedule is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 7: The Finals, Game 1, ABC Spurs, 85-78&lt;br /&gt;June 10: The Finals, Game 2, ABC Spurs 103-92&lt;br /&gt;June 12: The Finals, Game 3, ABC Spurs 75-72&lt;br /&gt;June 14: The Finals, Game 4, ABC&lt;br /&gt;June 17: The Finals, Game 5*, ABC&lt;br /&gt;June 19: The Finals, Game 6*, ABC&lt;br /&gt;June 21: The Finals, Game 7*, ABC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If Necessary (For the Cavs sake, let's hope the games are necessary)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-8194169591729121593?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/8194169591729121593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=8194169591729121593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/8194169591729121593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/8194169591729121593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-to-nba-finals-is-good-look-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RmI6lc3TMII/AAAAAAAAAEA/UZLQTdyp1D8/s72-c/nba_g_james3_412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-965046882814499056</id><published>2007-06-01T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:12:51.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the 1st of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wpclipart.com/money/bag_of_money.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wpclipart.com/money/bag_of_money.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll better not be trying to hide from your landlord today.  Pay up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have that problem but have a similar one.  She is called Sallie Mae.  My whole weekend is being devoted on devising a plan to shake these mofos.  The plan is to do it without ruining my credit.  I know there are people from all walks of life here.  Let me know how it can be done.  I got some now &amp; laters and ginger ale waiting on the person who does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then have a great weekend folk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-965046882814499056?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/965046882814499056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=965046882814499056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/965046882814499056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/965046882814499056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-1st-of-month.html' title='It&apos;s the 1st of the month'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2145937945017809826</id><published>2007-05-29T09:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:54:16.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicks'/><title type='text'>Nike Dunk Low Pro SB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rlw-Wc3TMHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o9uN0bx34DI/s1600-h/medicom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rlw-Wc3TMHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o9uN0bx34DI/s320/medicom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069995835938517106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back with some heat.  Had an idea for an outfit and needed some kicks to match.  This sneaker is a collab with Medicom, a toy company in Japan.  Ask me what they make and I couldn't tell you.  Anyways, the colors on these are white/blue/orange.  The blue is a distinct type that I can't name right now but it goes great with a Mets jersey.  That's all I'm worried about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2145937945017809826?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2145937945017809826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2145937945017809826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2145937945017809826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2145937945017809826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/05/nike-dunk-low-pro-sb.html' title='Nike Dunk Low Pro SB'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rlw-Wc3TMHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o9uN0bx34DI/s72-c/medicom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-7819290322586095155</id><published>2007-05-24T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:24:13.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Indian Massive</title><content type='html'>Yea, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like posting some shit that's currently spinning on the ipod.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Fuk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t769AGABOHM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t769AGABOHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the weather has been nice, yes I've been blasting this from the car.  Matter of fact the whole Hot Fuk riddim is sick but this song is crazy.  What's also crazy are the visuals in the video because point blank them girls are busted.  That's all imma say on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat To Mi Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hBKowgK41E0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hBKowgK41E0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you can leave out Lady Saw?  This shit is currently the ringtone on my sidekick.  Good to see her still putting out tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a song that I will never fucking get tired of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cg0qluaxpOo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cg0qluaxpOo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET FUCK BE FREE lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-7819290322586095155?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/7819290322586095155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=7819290322586095155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7819290322586095155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7819290322586095155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/05/west-indian-massive.html' title='West Indian Massive'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-8601765877643101977</id><published>2007-05-22T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:00:07.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Whoever is interested</title><content type='html'>Ok ya'll.  It's time to plug someone's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading this blog all morning and I can't stop.  The creator of it should be given some type of humanity award, straight up.  It's a personal blog but the meat of it is about personal finances.  Most of us need help on the subject, me being one of them.  Yea, I went to school to learn how to manage other people's money but it's not always so easy managing your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to link this blog over there ----&gt;  I'm also going to link this particular article that I found to be very useful.  Copy and paste the link in your browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mymint.com/blog/finance-core/the-oh-sht-fund/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-8601765877643101977?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/8601765877643101977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=8601765877643101977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/8601765877643101977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/8601765877643101977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-whoever-is-interested.html' title='For Whoever is interested'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-5671680518621502304</id><published>2007-05-18T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:16:53.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday Bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bVBANanUGY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bVBANanUGY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If ever you wondered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have a nice weekend Bloggers!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-5671680518621502304?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/5671680518621502304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=5671680518621502304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5671680518621502304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5671680518621502304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-friday-bitches.html' title='It&apos;s Friday Bitches'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-1288343028197188633</id><published>2007-05-17T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:10:06.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Residents of Geightown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brewberg.com/Rainbow_flag_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.brewberg.com/Rainbow_flag_1024_768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to unite.  I've been surfing some new blogs and I won't put anyone on blast but the ignorance is stifling on Blogger.  Granted, it's your little space on the innanet, you can say what the hell you think and/or want.  Well this is my little space and I'm saying it's a little ri-dyke-ulous (if  you like dic then fill in the blanks).  I'd rather a person whom I never met in my life ask me a question rather than trying to make sense of some ignorance.  We all have the right to form our own opinions, but know what you're talking about before you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-1288343028197188633?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/1288343028197188633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=1288343028197188633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1288343028197188633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1288343028197188633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/05/residents-of-geightown.html' title='Residents of Geightown...'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-640615162360063630</id><published>2007-05-17T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:54:28.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicks'/><title type='text'>Nike Air Max Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.finishline.com/store/images/products/xl315827013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.finishline.com/store/images/products/xl315827013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just something else to add to the repertoire&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; courtesy of my baby.  Happy Birthday to me Bitches!! &lt;/span&gt;  This shoe bridged the gap between the original Air Max and the Air Max 90 (Some useless info for you all).  Nike retro'ed it in some new colors but I think these are the best.  Colors on these are black / white / sonic yellow / trpcl tl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-640615162360063630?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/640615162360063630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=640615162360063630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/640615162360063630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/640615162360063630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/05/nike-air-max-light.html' title='Nike Air Max Light'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2168240023412787513</id><published>2007-05-14T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:52:14.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Entertainment</title><content type='html'>I don't want any of ya'll to act like you didn't LOVE this song when it hit the radio waves.  Shit, then the video came out for it!!  Double the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many questions tho so let me start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who produced this song?  Clearly as a producer you should be satisfied with the work you produce. Who let this shit out of the studio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who decided to put Bobby Brown on this track?  Yea, let's get someone hot in R&amp;b right now.  Nah, we don't want R. Kelly...nah Carl Thomas wouldn't do it either...one of them boys from 112 is too busy.  Who said, "Let's get it Bobby to do it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can ya'll just imagine Whitney Houston on the set of this video?  I know her ass was there!&lt;br /&gt;Tommbout "Aww hell to the naw"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many more but I will leave you with this.  Why in the fuck is he talking out the side of his mouth?  Really and truly.  Is that a new strain of coke?  I seriously thought Bobby was having a stroke during the making of the video.  His emphasis on "THEMMM" was bothering me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, without further interupption...I present to you Stuart Little ft. Crack Mouth Bobby in Thug Luvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYggvNKcCUo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYggvNKcCUo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2168240023412787513?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2168240023412787513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2168240023412787513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2168240023412787513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2168240023412787513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-morning-entertainment.html' title='Monday Morning Entertainment'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-6512519362157715826</id><published>2007-05-08T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:51:27.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Shaq</title><content type='html'>Thought I would make an about me post--Some of us are feverishly trying to find out as much about me as they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 24 next week.  I'll accept gifts now or then.  I take everything under the sun except for checks.  I don't trust ya'll like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a college graduate.  I have a Bachelor of Science in Business Admin with a concentration in Finance and a minor in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do for a living?  Ahh, has nothing to do with what I went to school for.  That's what makes it so fun paying Sallie Mae back.  I'm a "PC Specialist" for a law firm in Midtown Manhattan.  Got benefits and a 401K.  Shit, I can get your teeth fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm vain when it comes to my appearance.  Yes, we're all self conscious but I'll be the first to admit it.  Ya'll know I don't play with the footwear and same goes with the clothes.  Some think it's petty, oh well.  Don't talk to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money makes the world go round, right?  Yes, so right now all I'm interested in is making money.  You're either with me or against me...but if it isn't putting money in my pocket, then miss me with the bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say I'm very mature for my age.  Most don't believe I'm how old I say I am.  It's true.  I haven't been thru some life altering changes but I have something that most don't know the meaning of, COMMON SENSE!  Lucky for me I use it well.  Book smarts are great, yes...but see how far it will get you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use my head rather than my heart and it is a gift and curse.  I suppose that's why it's so hard sometimes for me to convey my feelings to others.  I do have a heart ppl!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are more things to add to this meaningless post.  I plan to let everyone know when I think of them too.  BTW, if you're a lurker drop me a line.  I see some new ppl have left comments in the below posts.  Thanks for the luv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-6512519362157715826?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/6512519362157715826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=6512519362157715826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6512519362157715826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6512519362157715826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/05/about-shaq.html' title='About Shaq'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-7253558695378895410</id><published>2007-05-08T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:52:26.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up?!</title><content type='html'>Yea yea, so it's been a while.  I've been busy, ok?!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new in Shaq's world for the time being.  I already hate just about all of the attorney's that work in this firm but that was already expected.  I'm side-eyeing some folks in my circle too.  I've already cut a few associates off from school but you ever felt that you may have to cut some personal friends off too?  That's what I'm struggling with a little bit.  Oh well, such is life right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I let you into my world a little bit, take a look at Elmo's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elmo's got the bitches lining up...Elmo's a pimp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w14aCTMcrgQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w14aCTMcrgQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-7253558695378895410?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/7253558695378895410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=7253558695378895410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7253558695378895410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7253558695378895410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up?!'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-7854996801846343088</id><published>2007-04-26T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:41:14.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Me Pumps</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a bit silly this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce to you the best looking shoe, in my opinion, to ever be created.  Now, you won't catch Shaq in a pair but that's a wholeee other post in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RjCrSv0VuDI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZU0FeDGIwP0/s1600-h/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RjCrSv0VuDI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZU0FeDGIwP0/s320/thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057730720099055666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladiesss (my mercedes) if you own a pair of this shoe or any variation of it, (except a frickin white pair ughh) Shaq salutes you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-7854996801846343088?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/7854996801846343088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=7854996801846343088' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7854996801846343088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7854996801846343088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/04/fuck-me-pumps.html' title='Fuck Me Pumps'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RjCrSv0VuDI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZU0FeDGIwP0/s72-c/thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-7423718419786268551</id><published>2007-04-24T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:43:34.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>Public Service Announcement from Shaq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not on Myspace disrespecting your shit, so don't come here "anonymously" disrespecting my shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now return you to your regularly scheduled programs children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-7423718419786268551?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/7423718419786268551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=7423718419786268551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7423718419786268551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7423718419786268551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/04/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-6075542422243641388</id><published>2007-04-24T09:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:41:49.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Ri4XI4kyNbI/AAAAAAAAADk/KKBVpTW7xFk/s1600-h/ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Ri4XI4kyNbI/AAAAAAAAADk/KKBVpTW7xFk/s400/ribbon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057004872976709042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-6075542422243641388?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/6075542422243641388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=6075542422243641388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6075542422243641388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6075542422243641388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Ri4XI4kyNbI/AAAAAAAAADk/KKBVpTW7xFk/s72-c/ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-7117589121055971758</id><published>2007-04-21T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:47:01.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicks'/><title type='text'>Nike Air Jordan Retro 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rip2QokyNYI/AAAAAAAAADM/ro5DNmovLSI/s1600-h/aj1_bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rip2QokyNYI/AAAAAAAAADM/ro5DNmovLSI/s320/aj1_bmp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055983559818491266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a treat for myself today.  Picked up a 2 in 1 special.  Kicks are the very first Jays that were released back in 1985.  The name of the pack is "Old Love/New Love."  The black/red/white would be the "Old Love" and the yellow/black/white would be the "New Love."  I wasn't too keen on the yellow and black bumblebee joints but after looking at them in person, I'm satisfied.  Aside from the sneakers, the pamphlet and box that it came with is tough too.  I can go on and on about these because I've been waiting for the 1's to be re-released for years but I'm going to go take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-7117589121055971758?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/7117589121055971758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=7117589121055971758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7117589121055971758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7117589121055971758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/04/nike-air-jordan-retro-1.html' title='Nike Air Jordan Retro 1'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/Rip2QokyNYI/AAAAAAAAADM/ro5DNmovLSI/s72-c/aj1_bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3355008373901932598</id><published>2007-04-16T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:08:15.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick :(</title><content type='html'>Yes people, Shaq is sick.  Looks like tonisilitis is my kryptonite.  After having a tough time swallowing things for the whole weekend I went to emergency last night (with my mother of course...I'm a big baby).  We walked in and it looked like WWII in there (East New York is nothing to fuck with) but it was pouring outside and that was the closest hospital.  Took me an hour to get into triage where the nurse told me I had a fever of 101.  SUCKS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me another hour to finally see the doctor.  It was a russian guy named Petr.  He introduced himself to me and was very friendly (side eyes Petr).  It didn't take him 10 minutes to figure out what was wrong with me, the bulk of my time was waiting on the injection.  Yes, injection (it's time to get to know shaq now).  If you know me you know I am terrified of doctors, anybody in a white coat for that matter.  He said injection and I was like DAMN.  It's cool tho, the faster I get this thing the faster it will be over.  I had to wait about 15 minutes for the meds to get there from the pharmacy.  Petr calls me in the room and I'm like cool...you need to pull my sleeve up?  Petr is like no, "In your buttocks."  I see why he introduced himself so friendly, Petr wanted to see a side of me that no man has saw in a long time.  FUCK.  Shaq dropped the draws for Petr and that shit HURT.  It was a hit of penicillin.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the outcome?  I fell in love with a man and I have a doctor's note to get out of work for 3 days.  My ass is going back on Wednesday tho, I got mouths to feed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3355008373901932598?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3355008373901932598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3355008373901932598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3355008373901932598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3355008373901932598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick :('/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2343631968845087563</id><published>2007-04-16T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T09:55:47.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Winehouse---Back to Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RiOORz_vcpI/AAAAAAAAADE/p0BIzVkxBXI/s1600-h/B000N2G3RY_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_V42438617_SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RiOORz_vcpI/AAAAAAAAADE/p0BIzVkxBXI/s320/B000N2G3RY_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_V42438617_SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054039643506307730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing this chick's name out of a lot of people's mouths.  Looks like I jumped ship.  It's sad to think I've been sleeping on something like this but I digress.  There are a million artists that are slept on daily, I guess it's just up to us to broaden our musical horizons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to give you a breakdown of why I actually liked this album.  You may not like it or you may love it.  I'm just asking you to give it a try if you haven't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2343631968845087563?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2343631968845087563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2343631968845087563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2343631968845087563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2343631968845087563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/04/amy-winehouse-back-to-black.html' title='Amy Winehouse---Back to Black'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RiOORz_vcpI/AAAAAAAAADE/p0BIzVkxBXI/s72-c/B000N2G3RY_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_V42438617_SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3174344961893780827</id><published>2007-04-06T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:49:30.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Skin Lady</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I post a whole lot of videos on this blog but sometimes music says more than I can say in a post full of words.  This is one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXFL4dYH9Ik"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXFL4dYH9Ik" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't get many compliments, but I am confident&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a complex about, gettin too complex&lt;br /&gt;You got me, willin to try, looked me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;My head is still in the sky, since you walked on by&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin high, got my imagination flickerin like hot flames&lt;br /&gt;it's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the Coltrane to A Love Supreme&lt;br /&gt;My brown lady, creates environments, for&lt;br /&gt;happy brown babies, I know it sounds crazy&lt;br /&gt;but your skin's the inspiration for cocoa butter&lt;br /&gt;You provoke a brother we should get to know one another&lt;br /&gt;I discover when I bring you through my people say TRUE, all I can say&lt;br /&gt;is all praise due I thank you God for a beauty like you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3174344961893780827?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3174344961893780827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3174344961893780827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3174344961893780827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3174344961893780827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/04/brown-skin-lady.html' title='Brown Skin Lady'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2487603327266151643</id><published>2007-04-04T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T08:03:29.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamgirls--The Lost Scene</title><content type='html'>I don't even have to say much.  All I wil say is that I've been watching this non-stop for two days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jvL6VlEg4Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jvL6VlEg4Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A COOKIE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2487603327266151643?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2487603327266151643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2487603327266151643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2487603327266151643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2487603327266151643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreamgirls-lost-scene.html' title='Dreamgirls--The Lost Scene'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3744706364514826652</id><published>2007-04-02T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:16:16.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you laugh or pop her ass in the mouth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAYWPV3F41Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAYWPV3F41Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3744706364514826652?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3744706364514826652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3744706364514826652' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3744706364514826652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3744706364514826652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-laugh-or-pop-her-ass-in-mouth.html' title='Do you laugh or pop her ass in the mouth?'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-6073445558708280830</id><published>2007-04-02T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:20:53.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How's It Going Down..</title><content type='html'>Back when DMX wasn't on the mau mau mau shit he actually made good music.  Classic right chea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5WWhUSWNkY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5WWhUSWNkY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a DMX inspired post I'll leave you kids with this too.  When this came on in the club it got a little serious.  Get Get Get it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X39If8TyQGw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X39If8TyQGw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but noe least, Slippin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UX6N8Uj11Js"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UX6N8Uj11Js" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-6073445558708280830?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/6073445558708280830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=6073445558708280830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6073445558708280830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6073445558708280830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/04/hows-it-going-down.html' title='How&apos;s It Going Down..'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-5439912116821776556</id><published>2007-04-02T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:47:15.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicks'/><title type='text'>Air Jordan 3 Retro Flip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RhEknjlxR0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/5vxAfOEGbzg/s1600-h/flips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RhEknjlxR0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/5vxAfOEGbzg/s320/flips.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048856919246194498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my travels with my mother on Saturday I made an impulse purchase.  I felt guilty but oh well.  I liked the way they looked so I bought them, sue me.  They are a retro shoe and I didn't particularly like the 3's but I'm feeling the elephant print on the shoe.  Colors on these are White/black/metallic silver/ varsity red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-5439912116821776556?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/5439912116821776556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=5439912116821776556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5439912116821776556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5439912116821776556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/04/air-jordan-3-retro-flip.html' title='Air Jordan 3 Retro Flip'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RhEknjlxR0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/5vxAfOEGbzg/s72-c/flips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-1584875606601080609</id><published>2007-04-02T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:34:20.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Long Time</title><content type='html'>Like I said on Friday, I've been slacking with this thing.  It's time to pick up the dead weight around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I proceed, I have 3 new additions to the blog roll...so I think you need to check these chicas out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"href="http://welcometomyseason.blogspot.com/"&gt;Season of the Locusts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is NikCee and she has two cats.  One named Bentley and the other named Diddy.  On that fact alone you need to check her blog out.  If you like cats you get cool points with me and Nikcee already has 2 cool points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"href="http://beautyinbaltimore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beauty In Baltimore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across this chicas blog 'cause I found out she linked me to hers.  Check her out, and she will take a cat over a dog any day.  1 cool point for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"href="http://jcdplace2be.blogspot.com//"&gt;The Musings of An Eccentric Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's her nickname for herself but you can call her Ms. Julia.  I think she's one cool chick.  She does movie reviews and regularly keeps up with them and she lets us in on her world every now and again.  Check her out and don't play yourself!!  Plus she likes cats and ya'll already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guys tell I like cats yet?  I have a cat and for lack of creativity her name is kitty.  Check her out below, spoiled as ever but she's my roll dawg (or cat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RhEH3zlxRyI/AAAAAAAAACk/GbZALxmcKhQ/s1600-h/Kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RhEH3zlxRyI/AAAAAAAAACk/GbZALxmcKhQ/s320/Kitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048825312581863202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iight, now that we have that out of the way.  I have a question for you all, it's really random but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that pigeons and other birds allow themselves to get run over by vechicles?  Unless this bird's wings are clipped why is he getting run over?  You want to know why?  'Cause these NYC pigeons think they are the shit.  They don't move for anyone!  Back in the day pigeons would fly away if they even thought you were looking at them.  Now, these mofos just walk really fast giving you the side eye if they think you're fucking with them.  I have seen 2 birds flattened in the street this week.  SOMETHING WITH WINGS SHOULD NOT GET RUN OVER.  FLY THE FUCK AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was everyone's weekend?  Mine was great.  My mother tried to kill me by running me around Brooklyn all day.  Speaking of my mother her bday is on Wednesday.  She will be turning 58.  I wouldn' tell her but she doesn't look a day over 45 to me.  If you missed it the first time, below is a pic of my moms and pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/HPNX0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/HPNX0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for shits and giggles, it's obvious who I look like.  Usually when someone tells me I look like my mom I just say, "You think so", and keep it moving.  Saturday a meat butcher, yes a meat butcher, tried to drop a line to me.  First off, it doesn't matter what I have on, a man sees breasts he is on the move.  I tried so hard not to tell him to fuck off but my mother was there.  He tried to tell me that I looked like her.  I wanted to tell him that he'd have an easier chance getting my mother's number than he did mine.  LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone out here in blogger land looking forward to their weekend as much as I am?  If you're lucky enough I might tell ya'll about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iight peeps, I think I've taken enough company time.  Till next time....peace 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-1584875606601080609?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/1584875606601080609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=1584875606601080609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1584875606601080609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1584875606601080609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Long Time'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RhEH3zlxRyI/AAAAAAAAACk/GbZALxmcKhQ/s72-c/Kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2838573312508846930</id><published>2007-03-30T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:07:16.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Me Bodied</title><content type='html'>I was having the shittiest of days today until I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNYyh_9mmEA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNYyh_9mmEA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need for you guys to pay close attention to Beyonce's cunty dip.  I HAVE JUST BECOME A BEYONCE STAN *side eyes everyone* This just capped off my day.  I don't know why but it should let you guys know that it's the little things in life that bring me joy.  Oh and along with this comment I'm destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;JCD: She makes my ass itch wit them cheap ass videos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been slacking on my pimping with this blog but I promise I'm gonna do better.  It's not like I say anything with substance anyway but I'll do better, I promise.  Until then, everyone have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2838573312508846930?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2838573312508846930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2838573312508846930' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2838573312508846930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2838573312508846930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/03/get-me-bodied.html' title='Get Me Bodied'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3803954758998421954</id><published>2007-03-23T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:20:04.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Her Eyes</title><content type='html'>There are just some songs I wish there wasn't a video for.  This is one of them but nonetheless I love the song.  I could have did without Shaggy but whatever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QSwXsqHTp2E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QSwXsqHTp2E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3803954758998421954?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3803954758998421954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3803954758998421954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3803954758998421954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3803954758998421954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/03/her-eyes.html' title='Her Eyes'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-7353096361235160887</id><published>2007-03-22T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:54:25.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Hole, ehh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cinematical.com/images/2005/11/18477361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.cinematical.com/images/2005/11/18477361.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doesn't this picture scream Confidentiality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrance Howard has a good sense of humor. On the set of "The Brave One" - in which Jodie Foster seeks vengeance after a brutal attack - a prankster put a sign on Howard's back saying "Fun hole" with an arrow pointing south. "And he had it on for 30 minutes before he realized it was there," said an insider. "He then put it on the back of the person he thought did it." And these people get paid millions, plus free food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-7353096361235160887?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/7353096361235160887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=7353096361235160887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7353096361235160887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7353096361235160887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/03/fun-hole-ehh.html' title='Fun Hole, ehh'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3704724156089977080</id><published>2007-03-15T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:16:09.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, SK....</title><content type='html'>...for bringing this clip into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ynz2Vvz9xo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ynz2Vvz9xo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a cat lover so this brought extra joy to my heart.  All I can say is good.for.her.  I know animals do not talk but I think kitty was trying her best to say, "Put me the fuck down!"  What do you think?  I'm a little evil so what brought more joy was missy poo almost breaking down on t.v.  That gave my day a little more oomph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3704724156089977080?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3704724156089977080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3704724156089977080' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3704724156089977080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3704724156089977080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-you-sk.html' title='Thank you, SK....'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-4159589568731639155</id><published>2007-03-13T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:20:28.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Don't Let it Go to Your Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For anyone who are feeling themselves just *that* much, I need you to bring it down a notch and listen to the words in the song. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLBTgUGzKMc"&gt;-Click this link-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-4159589568731639155?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/4159589568731639155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=4159589568731639155' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4159589568731639155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4159589568731639155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-let-it-go-to-your-head.html' title='Don&apos;t Let it Go to Your Head'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-4934269563991122730</id><published>2007-03-13T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:50:42.264-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicks'/><title type='text'>Nike Air Max 97--Rejuvenation</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've made one of these posts...But I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RfarDjllGDI/AAAAAAAAACY/28-Sxbfwcls/s1600-h/313517031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RfarDjllGDI/AAAAAAAAACY/28-Sxbfwcls/s320/313517031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041404910468667442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scored these on ebay and they look even better in person.  The detail on these are crazy and the fact that I haven't seen ANYONE wearing them is an added bonus.  Colors on these are Met Silver, Green Bean, and Black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-4934269563991122730?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/4934269563991122730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=4934269563991122730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4934269563991122730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4934269563991122730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/03/nike-air-max-97-rejuvenation.html' title='Nike Air Max 97--Rejuvenation'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/RfarDjllGDI/AAAAAAAAACY/28-Sxbfwcls/s72-c/313517031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-6699733049433109728</id><published>2007-03-13T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:40:51.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hudson almost derails "Soul"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/nyet38612121728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/nyet38612121728.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Hudson might be letting her Oscar win for Best Supporting Actress in "Dreamgirls" go to her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besodes tangling last week in Simon Cowell of "American Idol", the show that fave the ungrateful diva her big break, the singer tried to back out of performing at Saturday's taping of the Soul Train Awards show in Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeniifer called Friday and said she couldn't make it," said our source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soul Train" producer Don Cornelius immediately called Clive Davis, the legendary J Records mogul who created the careers of Whitney Houston, Alicia Keyes and dozens of other artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clive called Jennifer and read her the riot act.  He said, "Ger your ass out to L.A." and then hung up on her (Gangsta move Clive)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong talk from her de facto boss evidently worked because "she showed up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As viewers will see later this month, Hudson was presented the Sammy Davis Jr. Award for Entertainer of the Year, while Jamie Foxx and Mary J. Blige, John Legend, Gnarls Barkley, Beyoncé, Jay-Z and Babyface were also honored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hudson earned a different kind of honor yesterday - from Burger King. She got her first job, at age 16, at a Chicago franchise working with her sister, who claims they sang together while flipping burgers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chain awarded Hudson an all-you-can-eat pass for life, proclaiming, "Burger King Corp. is proud of Jennifer's success . . . Our loss is the entertainment industry's gain." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked last week why she didn't thank "American Idol" in her Oscar speech, Hudson snapped, "If I'd been any better at my job when I was at Burger King in my middle teens, I wouldn't be here, either, so maybe I should thank them, too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Extra" went through tapes of old shows and found three instances of Cowell's praising Hudson, proving that she was wrong when she claimed he was not supportive. Asked whether Hudson owed him an apology, Cowell said, "No . . . All I ever wanted to do on the show was be fair." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reps for Hudson, Cornelius and Davis didn't return calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I'm not really interested in J Hud and her happenings but I just thought that was gangsta of Clive.  I see it worked 'cause she scurried her arse right to that award show.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-6699733049433109728?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/6699733049433109728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=6699733049433109728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6699733049433109728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6699733049433109728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/03/hudson-almost-derails-soul.html' title='Hudson almost derails &quot;Soul&quot;'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-7327607266873588227</id><published>2007-03-02T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:49:03.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle Me This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/ReiagUDPCTI/AAAAAAAAACI/8hcHkaommEM/s1600-h/0302_kelis_booking_ex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/ReiagUDPCTI/AAAAAAAAACI/8hcHkaommEM/s320/0302_kelis_booking_ex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037446063142668594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt the need to post this picture.  She looks so pleasant in her mug shot.  I hope her night in jail was just as pleasant.  I have a question for you all though.  Why does her hair look like cotton candy?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/ReiZ-UDPCSI/AAAAAAAAACA/DB6GzPKnUqA/s1600-h/CottonCandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/ReiZ-UDPCSI/AAAAAAAAACA/DB6GzPKnUqA/s320/CottonCandy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037445479027116322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ponder on that question for the weekend.  Everyone have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-7327607266873588227?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/7327607266873588227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=7327607266873588227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7327607266873588227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7327607266873588227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/03/riddle-me-this.html' title='Riddle Me This'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ohLj0ZrCJ1Y/ReiagUDPCTI/AAAAAAAAACI/8hcHkaommEM/s72-c/0302_kelis_booking_ex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2738903052589436425</id><published>2007-02-27T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:18:40.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's for lunch?</title><content type='html'>As I sit here and wonder what I'm having for lunch, I already know what it will not be.  There is a KFC/Pizza Hut combo right across the street from my job, but Shaq won't be dining there anymore.  I've never seen anything on four legs scurry about the place but the video below was all I needed.  I only need one time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the fuck is it with Taco Bell?!  Why can't they get their shit together?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, please check out the video.  Peep one of the fellas get up on two legs and do the harlem shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGMEnP4iQh0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGMEnP4iQh0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2738903052589436425?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2738903052589436425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2738903052589436425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2738903052589436425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2738903052589436425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/whats-for-lunch.html' title='What&apos;s for lunch?'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-5186625514705864511</id><published>2007-02-26T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T13:48:05.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to play this game</title><content type='html'>Just hit the link and play the game.  It's not exciting at all but the premise behind it is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #5f677c; width:210px; min-height:54px; padding:4px; font: 11px verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/keepondreaming.html?r=user_posted_link"  style="color:#2e4b82;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm.addictinggames.com/fimages/3594.jpg" width="50" height="50" align="left" style="float:left; border:2px solid #006; margin-right:5px;" /&gt;&lt;b style="display:block; padding-top:18px;"&gt;Keep On Dreaming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-5186625514705864511?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/5186625514705864511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=5186625514705864511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5186625514705864511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5186625514705864511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-have-to-play-this-game.html' title='You have to play this game'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-5307964431453762368</id><published>2007-02-26T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T08:48:58.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anika Noni Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h62/freshcrunkjuice/2007/oscars/o15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h62/freshcrunkjuice/2007/oscars/o15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Picture courtesy of Crunk &amp; Disorderly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say but this chick shut it down last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-5307964431453762368?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/5307964431453762368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=5307964431453762368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5307964431453762368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5307964431453762368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/anika-noni-rose.html' title='Anika Noni Rose'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-1414319457484245283</id><published>2007-02-25T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:01:45.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Nite Fever: Bow Down, Bitches!</title><content type='html'>Everyone go over to Mr. Larue's site.  It's a celebration BITCHES!!!  I'm hhappy for Jennifer Hudson and I don't even know why. I'm not happy about what she has on but I'm gonna shut up before Coco creates a root box with my name on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaynitefever.blogspot.com/2007/02/bow-down-bitches.html#links"&gt;Thursday Nite Fever: Bow Down, Bitches!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-1414319457484245283?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/1414319457484245283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=1414319457484245283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1414319457484245283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1414319457484245283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/thursday-nite-fever-bow-down-bitches.html' title='Thursday Nite Fever: Bow Down, Bitches!'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3187056313545616630</id><published>2007-02-23T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:43:51.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Happy Weekend---Good Times</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone out there enjoys their weekend.  I started mine on a somewhat good note 'cause I did not go to work today.  Anyway, whatever you do this weekend, have some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting Leela James start my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BJzqpG4NzM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BJzqpG4NzM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3187056313545616630?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3187056313545616630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3187056313545616630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3187056313545616630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3187056313545616630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-weekend-good-times.html' title='Happy Weekend---Good Times'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3138783222277201930</id><published>2007-02-19T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:01:07.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Meli'sa Morgan</title><content type='html'>If you've heard of this woman you'd probably get the connection with the name of my blog.  I absolutely love her!  This is my favorite song by her but if you can limewire it, download Fools Paradise by her as well.  Title of this one is &lt;i&gt; Do Me Baby&lt;/i&gt;.  It's serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6A14y7KdAM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6A14y7KdAM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3138783222277201930?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3138783222277201930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3138783222277201930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3138783222277201930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3138783222277201930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/melisa-morgan.html' title='Meli&apos;sa Morgan'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-4669041263595035598</id><published>2007-02-19T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:17:11.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Men Kissing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Everything Looks Better In Slow Motion</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many of you watched the NBA All Star festivities this weekend but I did, and was very disappointed.  Every year it seems to get worse but I still would like to make it to an All Star game.  Anyway, this was the highlight of my weekend and it doesn't say much.  Charles Barkley and an NBA official decided to lock lips.  WHATEVER but this little clip shows the effects of slow motion.  I'm going to make a video one day of me doing random shit and then doing it in slow motion.  Mine will be funnier than Dave Chappelle's skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZQWSj7b6xs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZQWSj7b6xs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-4669041263595035598?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/4669041263595035598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=4669041263595035598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4669041263595035598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4669041263595035598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/everything-looks-better-in-slow-motion.html' title='Everything Looks Better In Slow Motion'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-1804283936931713756</id><published>2007-02-19T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:02:35.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor with 666 tattoo claims to be divine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2007/US/02/16/miami.preacher/story.jose.luis.de.jesus.gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2007/US/02/16/miami.preacher/story.jose.luis.de.jesus.gi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intially wanted to post this as a Nigga Please moment but I'm not even going to mess with G-d like this today.  I'll let Jose Luis de Jesus Miranda do that this evening.  Yes, this man up above is a minister who claims he is G-d, himself.  OF course De Jesus' claims of divinity have angered Christian leaders, who say he is a fake. Religious experts say he may be something much more dangerous, a cult leader who really believes he is G-d.  His church claims thousands of members in 30 countries.  &lt;i&gt;Sounds like he's cleaning up to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Jesus, 61, grew up poor in Puerto Rico. He says he served stints in prison there for petty theft and says he was a heroin addict.  De Jesus says he learned he was Jesus reincarnate when he was visited in a dream by angels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The prophets, they spoke about me. It took me time to learn that, but I am what they were expecting, what they have been expecting for 2,000 years," de Jesus says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he has a church-paid salary of $136,000 but lives more lavishly than that. During an interview, he showed off a diamond-encrusted Rolex to a CNN crew and said he has three just like them. He travels in armored Lexuses and BMWs, he says, for his safety. All are gifts from his devoted followers.  He also has a tattoo of 666 on his forearm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, none of this is funny!  This man has thousands of people believing he is G-d.  I'm not even mad at him though, 'cause anyone who follows this HUMAN needs a swift kick in the forehead.  To end, this one line right here lets me know this man is a fraud:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Jesus preaches that there is no devil and no sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to http://www.youtube.com and look at that oversized Dora doing the chicken noodle soup and tell me there is NO DEVIL ON EARTH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-1804283936931713756?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/1804283936931713756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=1804283936931713756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1804283936931713756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1804283936931713756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/pastor-with-666-tattoo-claims-to-be.html' title='Pastor with 666 tattoo claims to be divine'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-1805977289234196905</id><published>2007-02-13T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:45:42.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;And there's no way I can pay you back&lt;br /&gt;But my plan is to show you that I understand&lt;br /&gt;You are appreciated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tupac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNcloTmvTeA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNcloTmvTeA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-1805977289234196905?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/1805977289234196905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=1805977289234196905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1805977289234196905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1805977289234196905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-mama.html' title='Dear Mama'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3562381724626105938</id><published>2007-02-13T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:40:31.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Really Good?!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, let me catch everyone up with what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning I walk into work to find an email from my supervisor just waiting in my inbox.  Apparently an Equity Partner had a complaint about my attitude towards him and told my supervisor.  Other times things like this don't bother me but this time it did.  The complaint was I talked to him in a "condescending tone."  I'm not even going to explain the whole situation because it makes me upset thinking about it, but I'm sure anyone can figure out it was done as a reaction to something he said.  I'm not sure why individuals think they can talk to you any way they please but when it's time to return the favor they feel disrespected.  I walk into offices day in and day out and my intelligence is insulted.  The minute I call you out on it, it's a bad thing.  I've been working at this law firm for 2 months and I already know I'm not making it here for the long haul.  My supervisor said I needed to have more patience.  Roughly translated, "Let these yt's talk and treat you anyway they please and don't do a damn thing about it if you want to keep this job."  I heard you loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole week has been a little off because of this situation but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Valentine's Day.  Errr, umm yea.  I said BOOO to the whole thing but a close friend told me not to be like that.  So I'm trying not to shit on anyones Valentine's Day this year.  I will leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a better week than I am so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3562381724626105938?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3562381724626105938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3562381724626105938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3562381724626105938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3562381724626105938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/whats-really-good.html' title='What&apos;s Really Good?!'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-5795891998479593501</id><published>2007-02-07T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:07:28.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>You'll Never Find</title><content type='html'>I'm just in one of those happy go lucky moods.  Very rare so catch me if you can!  About a minute ago my co-worker started singing this song out of the blue and I chimed in with him.  YOU'RE GONNA MISS MY LOVINNNN'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2Sqts6YrPs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2Sqts6YrPs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-5795891998479593501?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/5795891998479593501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=5795891998479593501' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5795891998479593501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5795891998479593501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/youll-never-find.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Find'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-8181652504536555406</id><published>2007-02-05T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:20:44.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/taurus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/taurus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, that silver piece of metal will be death of me.  That's a pic of my car, well not my actual car...I bet it runs better than mine!!  This morning this car and I were about to fight.  It was like 9 degrees this morning so I knew I was in for a treat when I went to go start it up.  To my suprise it started up fine.  I let it warm up for about 10 minutes...I put that bitch in drive and it cut off.  Now this is the behavior I am used to.  I tried restarting it but it wouldn't budge.  I sat there for about 10 minutes trying to get the car started but it wouldn't turn on.  I was about to cry, not because of the car but because it was so damn cold.  I had to go back in the house and find some gloves because it was going to be a long journey to the train station this morning.  Long story short, I was 45 minutes late to work this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a decision at work today.  I went to a stationary shop and bought a "For Sale" sign.  When I got home I put it on my car and now I'm waiting for some fish to bite.    I put asking price $2200 but if someone offers $22 I will take it.  I am sick and tired of this car.  I already dropped $1300 on it last March (I did a kick, twist, and pop in the mechanic shop when he told me what it would cost).  I refuse to put up any more money for it.  All future funds will be going to this *see below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my new venture.  It's a 2001 Nissan Maxima.  I drove one not too long ago and fell in love with it.  Roomy on the inside and strong enough for me to handle.  This car kicks, where as my Taurus has no pull.  I have a lead foot and I could step on my gas and I'M GOING NO WHERE.  This car is the opposite.  *I think I fell in love with a piece of metal*.  So look out for me by this summer, that Maxima should be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On a side note, if anyone here was thinking about buying a car...disregard any negative things I said about the Taurus.  The car is wonderful and will last you for years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-8181652504536555406?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/8181652504536555406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=8181652504536555406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/8181652504536555406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/8181652504536555406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/monday-morning-mayhem.html' title='Monday Morning Mayhem'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2532321082077325685</id><published>2007-02-03T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:45:40.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicks'/><title type='text'>Nike Dunk High Pro SB Black Melvins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/kobe83126/Shoes/Melvins%20Black/IMG_8248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/kobe83126/Shoes/Melvins%20Black/IMG_8248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried something new this time around.  I'm getting my Avril Lavigne on and went ahead and bought these kicks.  The detail on the sneaker is crazy but I'm not in love with the skull and bones on the top.  Maybe I'll get a matching scarf and hat to set off my look.  I copped them off of ebay so let's just hope it doesn't take 8 weeks to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2532321082077325685?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2532321082077325685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2532321082077325685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2532321082077325685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2532321082077325685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/nike-dunk-high-pro-sb-black-melvins.html' title='Nike Dunk High Pro SB Black Melvins'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-5092489584384411486</id><published>2007-02-01T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T10:26:56.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigga Please Award</title><content type='html'>In an attempt to put a twist on my Nigga Please awards, I present to you: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator Joe Biden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.famousplagiarists.com/images/BigBiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.famousplagiarists.com/images/BigBiden.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a two part award.  He deserves it, believe me.  First off, he's the 8th Democrat to come forward for a bid in 2008(correct me if that number is wrong).  Memo to Democrats: If you aren't Clinton or Barack, please sit your asses down and wait for 2012.  Thank you!  The second part to his award comes after a statement he made referring to Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obama is the first mainstream African American who is articulate and bright and clean and nice-looking guy.  I mean, that's a storybook man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biden said this in reference to Obama running for President.  I'm not an advocate for any of these people, but to put down Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton and Shirley Chisholm is insulting...at least to me.  Barack doesn't seem to have a problem with Biden but hell I DO.  He said, "He was very gracious and I have no problems with Joe Biden", referring to the private call Biden made to Obama after his blunt statement.  It never fails though, get one of these politicians off the record and their ignorance shines right on through.  I think he open and closed his own bid for President.  That was easy, wasn't it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay tuned for our next recipient of the Nigga Please award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-5092489584384411486?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/5092489584384411486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=5092489584384411486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5092489584384411486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5092489584384411486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/02/nigga-please.html' title='Nigga Please Award'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2061021801090746003</id><published>2007-01-31T21:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:15:00.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky's The Limit</title><content type='html'>"Stay far from timid, only make moves when your heart is in it and live the phrase Sky's the Limit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tG90VxI4ZR4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tG90VxI4ZR4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2061021801090746003?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2061021801090746003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2061021801090746003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2061021801090746003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2061021801090746003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/skys-limit.html' title='Sky&apos;s The Limit'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-481073528980069084</id><published>2007-01-30T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:11:05.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Man's Lottery</title><content type='html'>I just got back from from doing my taxes--and it's a shame that I'm happy for my refund check.  I'm happy to get back money that belonged to me in the first place.  DAMN YOU UNCLE SAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold as hell outside.  This shit isn't a joke anymore.  The wind is whipping through my North Face.  Does that even sound right?  Maybe tomorrow I'll wear my peacoat under my North Face and try again.  BTW, if anyone wants to buy me a nice pair of gloves, I'm more than willing to accept them.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now going to address the bloggers that have been sending me e-mails to check out their sites.  I've received more than one.  I guess I can't be too mad 'cause I did put my email address on blast, but anything that is pertaining to my blog or your blog should be addressed in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this blog&lt;/span&gt;.  The e-mails are becoming a bit much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch. *Drop's Mic*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-481073528980069084?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/481073528980069084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=481073528980069084' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/481073528980069084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/481073528980069084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/black-mans-lottery.html' title='Black Man&apos;s Lottery'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-7807765599502540418</id><published>2007-01-24T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:12:37.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Breakin' My Heart (Pretty Brown Eyes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YCFyN4KlUDs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YCFyN4KlUDs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on it, don't you think it was unnecessary to have all these cats in one group?  It doesn't matter because this one song is on my list of all time favorites.  If you have a set of pretty brown eyes, then the song is for you.  If you don't, get some contacts and enjoy the song anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-7807765599502540418?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/7807765599502540418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=7807765599502540418' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7807765599502540418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7807765599502540418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/breakin-my-heart-pretty-brown-eyes.html' title='Breakin&apos; My Heart (Pretty Brown Eyes)'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-487023337328070361</id><published>2007-01-24T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:18:56.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things you didn't know about me</title><content type='html'>So it looks like I've been tagged by Jayspice.  Now I've got to come up with 5 random facts about me.  I'm not a random type of a person so this was not easy, by any means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· I’ve said it once before to a blogger but most of my closest friends don’t know that I grew up a Jehovah’s Witness.  My parents were really devout and I can’t ever say that I was interested in going to meetings every other day.  I still remember everything that was taught and I can quote Bible scriptures like the back of my hand but I don’t practice the religion anymore.  I’m very happy that I grew up a witness though; I think if I didn’t my life would drastically be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· I can probably sing you out of your panties.  That’s of course if you’re giving them up.  I don’t use my powers for evil though. I’m not an Aretha Franklin but when I was a kid I was that kid who wanted to entertain every damn body at family functions.  I sang and sang like it was going out of style.  No one knows this about me, just my family.  My mother sang and it rubbed off on me.  Somehow, something over the years changed that.  I walk into a room now and I want to be the least noticed let alone get up and sing a ballad.  Needless to say I don’t sing anymore.  I’ll sing a song in the car or in the shower but that’s about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· I’m not a sexual person.  If I’m feeling you I can chill with you and get to know you without having a single thought of wanting to get you in the sheets.  I dunno what it is but sex just isn’t that big of a deal to me.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it but I’d rather talk to a person for hours on end and find out where your head is.  Often times I’m just content with holding you more so then romping around.  Let's not get this twisted though.  When business needs to be handled, it wil get handled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· I own about a good 80-90 pairs of sneakers.  It’s a ridiculous hobby but I’m in love with my kicks.  Don’t get me twisted and think I have my priorities all mixed up because I don’t.  I have enough dolo to buy a pair of kicks and make sure I don’t go hungry for the rest of the month.  I’ve seen some ladies with a shoe fetish and I can’t even be mad at them.  I’ve started selling most of my sneakers though because space is becoming limited.  I’m trying to outgrow the whole sneaker thing this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· My older brother is mentally challenged.  His condition is characterized as mild mental retardation.  He acts like a normal 25 year old but if you spoke to him you would clearly know he didn’t have the intellect of a normal 25 year old.  Most 25 yr olds I know don't have the intellect of a normal 25 yr old though.  Growing up I took my brother everywhere because he couldn’t go places by himself.  I was there in the barbershop with him every Saturday and I was walking him to and from school.  I was outside of school fighting grown boys in junior high school because they were making fun of my brother (I was a tough little girl).  He’s the only sibling I have so best believe imma look out for him till death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are three more for good measure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· I hate beaches.  I hate sand and the sun therefore beaches and I don’t mix.  I can’t swim so I’m not hopping in the water.  Sand between my toes irks me so I’m not taking a romantic stroll on the beach, either.  Sorry, you can dead that fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· I don't like my first name.  I really wish my mom had made my middle name my first name because Renee is so much better than (ha, you thought I was gonna slip up)?  If I’ve sent you an email you know my first name but just know I don’t like it.  My mom even told me once she wanted to name me Keturah.  It’s a Bible name.  I thank the Lord in the heavens she didn’t name me that.  What is a Keturah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Shaq was a nickname given to me by my best friend my freshman year in college.  The first time we played a game of pick up she told me I dominated the court like Shaq does.  I was about the tallest and biggest girl out there so the name made sense.  Before I knew it everyone on campus was calling me Baby Shaq.  That’s what everyone calls me and if you call me by my first name it probably means you aren’t in my inner circle.  There are a couple of chicks that are close to me who call me by my given name but that’s because they just want to be different.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More bonuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to take pictures but get me drunk enough I'm known to jump in front of a camera or two.  I normally don't smile but one of my "fans" is wearing a shirt with my picture on it.  I had to smile at that.  AND that date is just all wrong on that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b27/zjay/000_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b27/zjay/000_0189.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I've posted enough incriminating info on here for one night.  That will be all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-487023337328070361?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/487023337328070361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=487023337328070361' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/487023337328070361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/487023337328070361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/5-things-you-didnt-know-about-me.html' title='5 things you didn&apos;t know about me'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-4727646676269725493</id><published>2007-01-23T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:27:45.869-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Punk'd</title><content type='html'>Shaq got Punk'd today and someone almost got hurt in the process.  Nah, no one got hurt but my ass was scared as hell.  Peep the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quiet as hell at work so my co-worker and I hopped on Yahoo games and started playing this scrabble type game.  He was kicking my ass but that's beside the point.  The two guys from the back office come out and were hanging around asking what we were doing.  We looked up and said we were playing a game and everyone started to make small talk.  It didn't dawn on me that these two ma'fuckers were up to no good.  They leave our area and my co-worker and I get back to our game.  All of a sudden my cd-rom drive starts opening and closing randomly.  I noticed it but thought I was kicking the computer so hard the shit was opening.  This happened for about 30 minutes and then my co-workers shit starts opening and closing too.  We laughed it off until my computer just shut down on me.  I was like yo, G...I think I have a virus or something.  He was like well if you have one I have it too.  I get up and went to the back office and told one guy my computer just upped and died on me.  He came over to look at it and when he turned it back on there were a whole heapppp of folders on my desktop.  I was like what the fuck is that?!!  He looks up the name of the folders on Symantec and found out it was a malicious virus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm scared at that point but it gets worse.  I took the computer off the network in fear it would spread and basically shut the whole company down.  All of a sudden my co-workers computer shut down too.  He wasn't as brave as me 'cause he instantly started to panic.  So I told him let's run a virus scan and see what happens.  So we both go to the back office now and start talking to the guy and he told me hopefully it's just local and doesn't move about the network.  I'm scared as hell now but I'm holding it together.  I went to get a drink of water and I see the back office guy in the office with my boss.  I went back to tell G, "Man we in trouble"!!!  Instantly I got a phone call and this lady said she didn't know what happened but her computer shut down and she couldn't get it back up and running.  That's when I felt like I was about to shit on myself.  I'm like, shit this virus done spread.  I went back to the other guy in the back office and he told me he was monitoring a server to see it's stability because he thinks the virus may have corrupted it.  Now all I'm thinking about is where am I gonna find another job that pays this well 'cause I'm sure the two black kids are going to get fired.  I sit back down in my seat and my blackberry vibrates.  It's my boss and he sent G and I an email and copied the back office on it.  He said, it has come to my attention that you two were playing yahoo games during business hours and there is a possible virus threat to our network.  He also said that if this becomes serious necessary actions were going to be taken.  The last line of the email said, scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This YT ma'fucker wrote, YOU'VE BEEN PUNK'D.  I fell out in a dramatic cunty fashion and I ain't even lying.  I almost had a heart attack and this shit was a joke.  These two ma'fuckers were at their computers fucking with our computers the whole time.  Needless to say the lady who called and said her computer was acting up was in on the joke too.  H-A-H-A-H-to the motherfuckin A.  Next time they get the only two black kids riled up like that it may not end so fuckin well.  I must admit though, the shit was funny after all was said and done.  G and I are now plotting on how we can get them back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-4727646676269725493?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/4727646676269725493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=4727646676269725493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4727646676269725493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4727646676269725493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/punkd.html' title='Punk&apos;d'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3604855097053004106</id><published>2007-01-20T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:24:09.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Percent</title><content type='html'>I told my co-worker to check out the clip I posted the other day and of course we were getting the mean side eyes for making so much noise.  He was literally crying, he hadn't seen that clip before.  He put me on to Child Support Man.  Now, he had me crying.  If this isn't about the realest shit I've seen in a while, I dunno what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't get fucked up" LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1700595527"&gt;CHILD SUPPORT MAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=1700595527&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to say it yesterday but I hope everyone has a good weekend. FUCK THIS SNOW.  My friday night was a wash but hopefully tonight will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3604855097053004106?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3604855097053004106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3604855097053004106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3604855097053004106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3604855097053004106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/seventeen-percent.html' title='Seventeen Percent'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-1086154413836221384</id><published>2007-01-17T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:02:19.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>You need your ass beat, you need your ass beat</title><content type='html'>I needed a good laugh this evening, hopefully you all need one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLa3l4lvqQQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLa3l4lvqQQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at this when it came on tv nearly gave me a stomach ache.  "Look Amber, don't FUCK UP".  Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-1086154413836221384?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/1086154413836221384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=1086154413836221384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1086154413836221384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1086154413836221384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-need-your-ass-beat-you-need-your.html' title='You need your ass beat, you need your ass beat'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2390303046746187920</id><published>2007-01-15T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T17:53:27.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicks'/><title type='text'>Adidas Stan Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sneakers.pair.com/l/smith0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://sneakers.pair.com/l/smith0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't made one of these posts in a minute.  I'm thinking I might slow down with the sneaker purchases for a minute while I get rid of some sneakers that are creating clutter.  EBAY HERE I COME.  I needed a solid black pair of kicks with a clean look to them, though.  You can't ever go wrong with a pair of Stan Smith's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2390303046746187920?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2390303046746187920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2390303046746187920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2390303046746187920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2390303046746187920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/adidas-stan-smith.html' title='Adidas Stan Smith'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-4325917649603925624</id><published>2007-01-15T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T12:35:33.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a nigger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZunUW6kt2gk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZunUW6kt2gk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much no words are needed here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-4325917649603925624?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/4325917649603925624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=4325917649603925624' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4325917649603925624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4325917649603925624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-you-nigger.html' title='Are you a nigger?'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-1204028506995032253</id><published>2007-01-13T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:22:42.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers To Lovers</title><content type='html'>If strangers speak with honesty&lt;br /&gt;And keep it real from the day they meet&lt;br /&gt;Then a friendship is soon to follow&lt;br /&gt;If a friend can be there in a time of need&lt;br /&gt;And willing to give as much as they recieve&lt;br /&gt;Then in no time friends will turn into lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AAries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real words right there, but I have a question.  Almost everyone agrees that you and your partner should share a friendship, right?  In the same token, why do people say friends shouldn't become lovers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-1204028506995032253?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/1204028506995032253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=1204028506995032253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1204028506995032253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1204028506995032253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/strangers-to-lovers.html' title='Strangers To Lovers'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-7010457998013107297</id><published>2007-01-10T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:00:44.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Donkey has spoken</title><content type='html'>The biggest donkey of the United States, hell perhaps the world has spoken.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he said basically...24,000 troops will be deployed to Iraq over the next 3 months.  I turned on the news this evening and found out some were already deployed today.  Twenty four thousand additional lives will be at stake for this "War On Terror".  I'm not even going to go there tonight.  I thought it was strategic for bush to mention every so often al Qaeda.  Bush I  don't believe you, I need more people.  The all of the United States knows this war is not about terrorism.  That's another post though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush feels there are not enough Iraqi and American troops to secure neighborhoods in Iraq.  This is his reason why "we" haven't been able to secure Baghdad.  How about they increase the number of Iraqi soldiers and let them go for themselves?  Just a thought.  No, Iraq doesn't want to deploy more troops to neutralize these Shiite militias because these bumblefucks are loyal to Shiite cleric Muqtada al-Sadr.  Al-Maliki (Iraqi prime minister) doesn't want to go against al-Sadr because al-Sadr's political support has been key to al-Maliki's rise to power and continuation in office.  Oh really??  Bush, I know you know this because I know this.  I read everyday, I'm not too sure about you but I know you know this.  So let's help this man keep his political power by deploying more of our troops.  Yes, that's the right thing to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These implementations and deployments costs money.  The White House will ask Congress for $5.6 billion for the additional troops, and $1.2 billion for rebuilding and jobs programs in Iraq.  Does anyone else see anything wrong with this statement right here?    Money for "rebuilding and job programs in Iraq".  JOB FUCKING PROGRAMS IN IRAQ.  Here, right here in America Republicans don't want to raise the fucking minimum wage in fear it will hurt the economy.  We can send money for job programs over there though.  It's an arguement on if we should raise the federal minute wage 2 damn dollars.  Was it a hurt on the economy when every year members of Congress got their annual raises?  And we're talking about millions upon millions of dollars.  That wasn't a strain on the economy?  Raising the minimum raise will be a strain though.  Again, I'm not going to go there tonight.  I can only hope because Democrats control Congress, Bush and his financial plans get shot down to hell.  He is the Commander in Chief but the Democrats are cutting the checks now.  Funny thing out of all this though is we all know the Democrats aren't in love with Bush's decisions but now even his own party doesn't like this idea either.  About three have already came out publicly in disagreement and it's expected about 8 more make their feelings known too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one more thing to add.  Ole Bush boy plans to hand control back over to Iraqi forces in November of 2007.  Yes, we'll start to pull troops out by the end of the year, right?  WRONG.  He plans on givng control back to Iraq but not necessarily withdrawing troops by then.  SO after 3000 U.S. lives lost and 400 billion dollars later, Bush just when do you think you'll bring our troops back home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-7010457998013107297?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/7010457998013107297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=7010457998013107297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7010457998013107297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7010457998013107297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/donkey-has-spoken.html' title='Donkey has spoken'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3106021953124710931</id><published>2007-01-10T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:17:55.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigga Please Award</title><content type='html'>It looks like from time to time I'm going to have to give this prestige honor out because some of us just can't do right...ever.  This year's first recipient of the award goes to Jason Kidd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39153000/jpg/_39153804_kidd_get.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39153000/jpg/_39153804_kidd_get.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jason Kidd.  Why is he a recipient of this award you ask?  'Cause for reasons beyond his control he couldn't manage to treat his wife right and now they're divorcing.  It get's better though.  He's accusing her of "extreme cruelty" throughout their marriage.  Jason filed for divorce a day after he filed a domestic violence complaint seeking a restraining order against Joumana.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.sports.cn/2005/01/17/1458175482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.sports.cn/2005/01/17/1458175482.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, so now she's the one beating you up, ehh Jason???  Give me a fuckin' break.  The divorce filing came less than a day after the 33-year-old NBA player filed a domestic violence complaint seeking a temporary restraining order against his wife.  Jason, I personally never let you off the hook for punching homegirl in the mouth back in 2000.  He was and will forever be a punk to me.  Punched, not even slapped, her in the mouth over a french fry.  Now he's filing complaints of domestic abuse.  He needs to be punched in the gut.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let this post go without saying something though.  Shaq loves the kids, well other people's kids.  When they act up I can give their asses right back.  Anyway, I used to think their first son was just adorable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.southcn.com/sports/star5/kidd/200411031182_827027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.southcn.com/sports/star5/kidd/200411031182_827027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the child simply looks like a window licker.  I thought it was wrong how people would talk about the size of the child's head but fuck it, IT'S HUGE.  Before I go on, if anyone knows if this child has a condition...let me know.  I don't want to go off not knowing if something is truly wrong with him.  See this picture below, I think it explains my case a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.photorazzi.com/mas_assets/pffull/AGM-001003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.photorazzi.com/mas_assets/pffull/AGM-001003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this does not scream short little bus, I don't know what does.  Also, did anyone know this couple has a set of twin girls?  You would never know, all she does is bring Heady Murphy to all the games.  She must keep the girls working in the crypt while they're out.  Since I plan on not having kids of my own, I can poke fun of other's kids.  It's not right, I know but it's ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you though, Joumana.  I wonder where he found this one at?  Even she is too damn cute for Jason Kidd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, wonder who...will be the next one to recieve the award.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3106021953124710931?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3106021953124710931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3106021953124710931' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3106021953124710931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3106021953124710931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/nigga-please-award.html' title='Nigga Please Award'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2986741052984931237</id><published>2007-01-07T19:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:25:10.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><title type='text'>The L Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sho.com/site/lword/season4/images/downloads/wallpaper/tasha_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.sho.com/site/lword/season4/images/downloads/wallpaper/tasha_800x600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season IV starts tonight and I'm in there like swimwear.  I already sent out the memo that no one will interuppt me from 10 p.m. to 11 p.m on Sundays.  Now on to Tasha, I don't know where they found her at but thumbs up to whoever casted her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2986741052984931237?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2986741052984931237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2986741052984931237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2986741052984931237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2986741052984931237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_07.html' title='The L Word'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-9084126595448551266</id><published>2007-01-05T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:40:33.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Quote</title><content type='html'>There are people who, instead of listening to what is being said to them, are already listening to what they are going to say themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Albert Guinon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you out there know this type of person?  You could be talking to someone, seriously talking to them, and sometimes not need an answer but just for someone to listen.  Instead of listening they're already thinking of the answer they're going to give you.  That ticks me off to no end.  We all have ears but most of us fail to use them.  Listening is a true art that most of us haven't mastered and most never will.  You hear me???  ( I had to throw in the Ms. Peaches in there)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-9084126595448551266?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/9084126595448551266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=9084126595448551266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/9084126595448551266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/9084126595448551266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-quote.html' title='Random Quote'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-49004608704953448</id><published>2007-01-04T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:23:13.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little lesson about Sex, Money and Drugs</title><content type='html'>A minute ago I went over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"href="http://thursdaynitefever.blogspot.com"&gt;Mr. Larue's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; site and read his post entitled, "In my day we referred to it as the clap".  I instantly thought of this Dave Chappelle skit.  The first time I saw it the shit had me in tears.  "I'm Gonorrhea and that's a fact, if you can't say that then call me clap".  The crab bit is funny as hell too.  Ok, I quit my own blog...I done gave myself a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6CBJX8n9FZ0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6CBJX8n9FZ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-49004608704953448?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/49004608704953448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=49004608704953448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/49004608704953448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/49004608704953448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-lesson-about-sex-money-and-drugs.html' title='A little lesson about Sex, Money and Drugs'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-198608360888248207</id><published>2007-01-04T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:37:05.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Cassie is not leaving Bad Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfUJEgT4IRQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfUJEgT4IRQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I decided to post this.  Well the place is called A Fool's Paraside, so lets bring on the fool.  Well, I can't even call her a fool 'cause she turned some mean tricks to get to where she is at today.  Just using what you got to get what you want, right?  Ok, well rumor was she was leaving Bad Boy due to multiple reasons including harrassment.  In the clip she clears up all those rumors and drops the bombshell, SHE'S RECORDING ANOTHER ALBUM!!!!! *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Insert I'd still smash here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-198608360888248207?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/198608360888248207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=198608360888248207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/198608360888248207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/198608360888248207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/cassie-is-not-leaving-bad-boy.html' title='Cassie is not leaving Bad Boy'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-6619029538345868670</id><published>2007-01-03T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:26:32.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Candi Bar</title><content type='html'>I visit many blogs a day and I don't remember whose blog I peeped and heard this song, but it's been in my head since I've heard it.  What the hell happened to Keith Muray??  Where is he??  Anyway enjoy the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12YQoq0yCNY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12YQoq0yCNY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-6619029538345868670?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/6619029538345868670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=6619029538345868670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6619029538345868670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6619029538345868670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/candi-bar.html' title='Candi Bar'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-9127399201435273003</id><published>2007-01-03T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:23:51.055-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>A true hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;A day after talking about the trains and people being considerate, a man almost risked his life on the subway tracks to save another.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2007/US/01/03/subway.rescue.ap/story.subwayrescue.wabc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2007/US/01/03/subway.rescue.ap/story.subwayrescue.wabc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK (AP) -- Wesley Autrey faced a harrowing choice, as he tried to rescue a teenager who had fallen off a platform onto a subway track in front of an approaching train: Struggle to hoist him back up to the platform in time, or take a chance on finding safety under the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, he tried to pull the young man up, but he was afraid he wouldn't make it in time and they would both be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I just chose to dive on top of him and pin him down," he said. (Watch how shallow the rut is Video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autrey and the teen landed in the drainage trough between the rails Tuesday as a southbound No. 1 train entered the 137th Street/City College station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train's operator saw them on the tracks and applied the emergency brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cars passed over the men -- with about 2 inches to spare, Autrey said. The troughs are typically about 12 inches deep but can be as shallow as 8 or as deep as 24, New York City Transit officials said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives identified the teen as Cameron Hollopeter, 19, of Littleton, Massachusetts, a student at the New York Film Academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollopeter's stepmother, Rachel Hollopeter, said Autrey was "an angel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was so heroic," she said early Wednesday in a telephone interview. "If he wasn't there, this would be a whole different call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities said Hollopeter had suffered a medical problem, but was in stable condition at a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autrey, 50, of Manhattan, declined medical attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autrey had been waiting for a train with his two young daughters. After the train stopped, he heard bystanders scream and yelled out: "We're OK down here but I've got two daughters up there. Let them know their father's OK," The New York Times reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While spectators cheered Autrey, hugged him and hailed him as a hero, he didn't see it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't feel like I did something spectacular; I just saw someone who needed help," he told the Times. "I did what I felt was right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know he is trying to be modest but this man did a very brave and courageous thing.  Bless his heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-9127399201435273003?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/9127399201435273003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=9127399201435273003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/9127399201435273003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/9127399201435273003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/true-hero.html' title='A true hero'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3489769742146480593</id><published>2007-01-02T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:24:21.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>You be the judge</title><content type='html'>I have something to get off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to do with the lack of manners some men have.  I'm not sure if it's manners or home training, you be the judge.  Before I start, in no way shape or form am I male bashing.  It would be easier to believe that I hate men but in fact, I don't.  Shaq hates no one, if you're cool with me then I'm cool with you.  On some occassions I'm boggled by men's train of thoughts but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the train this evening doing what I always do--sleeping while listening to my ipod.  The train was already moving as we were heading from 1st avenue to Bedford avenue.  To make it more plain the train was crossing into Brooklyn from Manhattan.  You always know because the time in between stops is longer.  I'm assuming this young woman got on the train at 1st avenue but I didn't wake up until Bedford.  Something told me just to open my eyes.  I look up and this lady is holding a new born baby in her arms.  I looked at the baby and immediately got up and told her to sit down.  Now, on a good day I am asleep from point A to B without ever opening my eyes.  When I got up and gave my seat to her I looked in the face of about 7 men who made no attempt to even move.  This lady was standing up holding this baby for a good 2 minutes, I would assume, and not one person gave their seat up.  In a situation like this it shouldn't matter who gets up as long as someone does.  However, like I said, I'm looking at 7 men in the immediate vicinity who just sat there.  Am I wrong for being upset?  She thanked me for giving it up and I told her no problem but what she should have done was give the side-eye to all those men on the train.  How would they feel if their wives or girlfriends were on a crowded train holding their baby and no one offered them a seat?  I mean really.  On countless occassions I can remember helping ladies with their strollers up and down subway stairs while men are just going about their business.  Some women brave it out, 'cause you really can't count on anyone for anything, and they're carrying that stroller up the stairs themselves.  As much as you think you may have it I'm the last one who wants to see anyone trip and fall down some steps carrying a stroller.  I would think it was second nature for a man to want to help a woman out in this regard.  Maybe I'm blowing this situation all out of proportion.  Answer me this and when I ask this, I'm not speaking about all men, but why don't men seem to have manners and decency in this day in age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a question easier asked than answered, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3489769742146480593?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3489769742146480593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3489769742146480593' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3489769742146480593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3489769742146480593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-be-judge.html' title='You be the judge'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-9165000170605258678</id><published>2007-01-01T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:04:13.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Destroyed Already</title><content type='html'>First off happy 2007 to everyone.  I'm happy everyone made it into the New Year safe and in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seemed to not start mine on the right track but I had some fun nonetheless.  I guess that's all that matters.  I'm all scatter brains right now but I'll tell ya'll how my weekend went.  Brace yourselves, it's a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- First off, I had to go to work.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I split from work I decided to take my car into the shop to get inspected.  Let me just say that my Taurus is going to be the death of me.  I knew this car wasn't going to pass inspection but I took it into the shop like I had a Mercedes Benz and shit.  I left it there and dude gave me a call at home and was like, "This car isn’t passing this inspection".  I had to laugh at the way he said it.  What ended up happening??  I had to slip homeboy some extra duckets so he could trick his computer into passing my car for inspection.  Yea, I'm good for another year but every time I start my car I'm polluting our environment.  Give me a minute while I attempt to give a damn.  I know I should but I'm struggling to right now.  The silver bullet is not making it into 2008; I already know this.  I've been really thinking about a brand new car but that's another story, better yet another post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that night, the festivities began.  I did a little pre-gaming at a friend’s house.  It's always in my best interest to be at least tipsy before I hit my destination.  It makes the night go smoother for me.  My best friend was driving tonight so I figured I could get inebriated, if need be.  We met up with some of my friend’s associates and I was less than impressed.  My buzz was gone after the introductions.  That's about how the rest of my night went too.  The club was wack, the music was wack, hell the whole night was wack.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- I made it up to take my car out of the shop.  Slapped two c-notes on the counter and almost gave myself a coronary.  I hate parting with my money, even when it's something I really want.  Anyway, the rest of the day was pretty chill until I took my nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up from my nap and I'm in my ready, set, go mode.  I start blasting "You Don't Have to Call".  Even though the night before was a wash I was certain tonight was going to be better.  I get dressed, making sure I look and smell good then I’m out the door.  I had to go pick up my best friend and her girlfriend.  I've never met someone who is so quiet in my life and honestly that scares me.  Her girl laughs at just about everything I say but that's the only peep she makes.  No words, no nothing.  I told my best friend, I certainly hope she talks to you more than she does to the rest of the world.  Anyway, this night isn’t about her, it's about SHAQ.  So we get to our destination.  The line was ridiculous and I was a little antsy.  I hate lines.  Truth be told, I'm a little impatient.  I don't get ridiculous and show out but I still hate lines.  We finally get in and I'm checking out the scene and I like it.  Didn't take me 10 minutes and I was at the bar.  I drank my dinner that night but I was composed.  I was glad I was 'cause I spotted someone who made me do a triple take, if that's possible.  I really broke my neck.  I would make a long story short but I feel like typing so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took an hour and a half of looking, staring and acting like I wasn't looking in her direction for me to get enough nerve to say something.  So I make my way to the other side of the club.  Eye contact is there and I’m thinking, YES SHAQ IS IN.  I stood there for a minute looking around like I didn’t come over there to talk to her.  Then I tapped her on the shoulder.  When she turned around I turned my head like it wasn’t me who tapped her.  She didn’t cop an attitude so at least I knew she could take a little joke.  I asked if I could buy her something to drink but she pointed to her bottle of water and said that's all she was drinking tonight.  Cool, it's whatever.  I made some more small talk and asked what her name was.  She told me and I responded with mine and told her it was nice to meet her.  The place is loud and packed but I'm doing my best to find out things about her.  All I got was that she graduated from NYU in December, she was 22 years old and she wanted to go to grad school.  She originally is from Detroit and moved to NYC to go to school.   Cue the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I manifest her uniqueness in vernacular??&lt;br /&gt;Like a chocolate Candi Bar&lt;br /&gt;Yea that describes her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I'm on cloud 9 ya'll.  I’m not much of a dancer when I’m sober so I’m just making a little more small talk.  Times like this I just like to stand around and laugh at all the hot messes that management let enter the club.  I was making her laugh some and she kept telling me, “That’s not nice”.  She kept laughing though so I guess we both were going to hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It' was about 3 a.m. and her and her girls decided to split.  I asked if she would mind if I gave her a call sometime (I'm so corny with it, ya'll) and she dropped the math.  Now that was the highlight of my Saturday night.  The low-point of it...*drum roll please* I LOST MY MOTHERFUCKING CELLULAR PHONE!!!!!!!!!!!  From the point of putting it in my pocket and getting in the car I lost that shit.  You should have seen me back tracking trying to look for it.  I could have cried, matter of fact I almost did.  HER NUMBER WAS IN THAT CELL PHONE AND I LOST IT!!!  I would have given anything to lose the sidekick and not my cell phone that particular night.  But wait, there is more.  While I was looking for my cell phone I didn’t see the parking ticket that was on my windshield.  When the search was over for the phone I got in the car and looked down.  I see the orange envelope and I immediately got out the car and kicked my foot so far up in the air my sneaker came off.  If I wasn’t so mad I would have laughed at myself but this shit wasn’t funny.  Who writes a $115 ticket at 4:20 a.m. on Sunday morning?  THE FUCKING NYPD, that’s who.  Ya'll I was so mad I shut down for the whole night.  Didn't say a word to anyone.  The five words my best friends girl says to me are, "Damn Shaq, that's messed up".  I wanted to pull over and tell her to walk the FDR Drive because her two cents were not needed at that particular time.  I got home and went to bed mad as hell.  Why did my night start so nice and have to end up like that??  What did I ever do to deserve this?  Why must I cryyyyyyy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- I woke up in the shittiest of moods because of the shenanigans that took place the night before.  I’m looking at the ticket on my bookcase.  I’m looking at my phone charger, where my phone should be.  Then I’m thinking about girl I met earlier.  I don't even know what borough she lives in.  No last name either, just her first.  Ahh well, by the mid-day I just had to let it go.  I fucked that up and it was time to look forward to New Years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't leave the house till about 1 a.m.  My best friend was in church bringing in her New Year and I respected her for that so I hung around until she was ready.  It was pouring cats and dogs out there by 12:30 and I almost stayed home.  It took a lot of strength to get dressed and want to leave the house.  I told a home girl of mine I would stop by her party for a little bit.  We get there and it's a lot of strange folks there but it was still ok.  My home girl was drunk as hell and I didn't even know she drank liquor.  Looked like she was having too good of a time.  We had to leave sooner than expected because someone had a little too much to drink.  This guy and this girl were sitting on the couch and I think they were dry humping.  No matter of fact, I think they were having sex.  I wasn’t too sure ‘cause they both still had clothes on but I didn’t want to stay any longer to find out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left that party and hit up a club in Brooklyn.  Wasn't the brightest of ideas but to travel into the city was just a waste of time.  I made some phone calls (ON MY SIDEKICK, WHICH PROBABLY COST ME 5 BUCKS) and tried to find out where the best place to be was and there is where we were headed.  The place didn't close until 8 a.m. so getting there at 3:30 didn't matter.  Folks were acting up like it was 12 am anyway.  It was just my best friend and I, and I tried for her to be on her best behavior but she wasn't having it.  Her girlfriend wasn't with us and she was acting up.  Long story short, I ended up driving home by myself because Ms. Superstar walked somebody else home, in the rain.  The chick had an umbrella so I looked at my b/f and said do what you want just call me when you get home.  I'm glad she walked her home because the girl she was talking to wasn't getting in my car.  I was not trying to make any extra stops on my way home because it was still pouring out there.  I made my way home at about 6 a.m. and I open the door and my cat is sitting on the living room table.  Like that shit is a chair or something.  She didn’t even make an attempt to jump off.  My cat doesn’t even respect my authority.  Isn’t that some shit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s now Monday evening about 6 pm and I’ve been asleep just about all day.  I have to get my mind right for work tomorrow.  I'm still here thinking about my phone too.  I have to call Sprint tomorrow and go through this insurance shit with them now.  I'm not even sure how much the deductible is but I guarantee it's some ridiculous amount of money.  Everyone in the U.S.A knows that Sprint isn’t worth two red cents.  I feel a swing of emotions coming on right about now.  I'm going to go make myself a cup of tea to calm my nerves.  Why tea, you may ask.  Whilst running around in the rain acting like a fool I caught a cold.  I’ll tell you this; next year I’ll be having a Rockin’ Jockin’ New Years with Dick Clark and channel 7, ‘cause I am not going anywhere!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-9165000170605258678?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/9165000170605258678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=9165000170605258678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/9165000170605258678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/9165000170605258678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-off-happy-2007-to-everyone.html' title='I&apos;m Destroyed Already'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-6093004103404663328</id><published>2006-12-29T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:13:45.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...And I'm out this bitch</title><content type='html'>It's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YESSSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here waiting for 1 pm because my ass is outta here.  Time to get it on and poppin'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get it on and poppin' though I have to touch upon a woman I saw on the train this morning.  *Sigh*  She would have gotten an 8 from me but I had to bump her down to a 6.  I've never seen such foolywag shit in my life.  She was sitting there reading her book.  I'm in and out of sleep but I look down and notice her shoes.  Homegirl had on black pumps with WHITE TUBE SOCKS on.  Not even fresh white tube socks.  You know the off white type that has the lint balls on them?  Yes, those.  She looked like part of the "Beat It" entourage.  I couldn't even snicker inside I felt embarrassed for her.  OH WELL, I don't know why 'cause it didn't seem like she had a problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to this 1 pm departure.  I was supposed to leave at 3 today but my YT co-worker volunteered to stay instead.  Bless his heart.  I'm heading home to catch a nap 'cause I don't want to sleep for the whole weekend.  Enough said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO all my regulars and ppl who visit from time to time, have a wonderful New Years.  Bring it in sensibly, no drinking and driving please.  BE SAFE and I'm out this bitch until 2007. *drops microphone*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-6093004103404663328?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/6093004103404663328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=6093004103404663328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6093004103404663328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6093004103404663328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-im-out-this-bitch.html' title='...And I&apos;m out this bitch'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-7179273430637508653</id><published>2006-12-27T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T16:28:47.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't deserve this</title><content type='html'>These past 2 days have been living HELL!!  I know when the new year comes and things pick up I'm going to miss these slow days but I'd rather gouge my eye out with a rusty spoon than sit here at work for 7 hours tomorrow and Friday.  OHMYGAWWWWDDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, it's official...I'm celebrating my 24th birthday in Atlanta.  More details to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 30 minutes till I head home.  I've never been so happy to deal with rush hour in NYC in my life to head home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-7179273430637508653?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/7179273430637508653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=7179273430637508653' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7179273430637508653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7179273430637508653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-deserve-this.html' title='I don&apos;t deserve this'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2037385643710138832</id><published>2006-12-25T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:02:47.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Godfather of Soul Dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/james_brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/james_brown.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATLANTA - James Brown, the dynamic, pompadoured "Godfather of Soul," whose rasping vocals and revolutionary rhythms made him a giant of R&amp;B and an inspiration for rap, funk and disco, died early Christmas morning. He was 73. Brown was hospitalized with pneumonia at Emory Crawford Long Hospital on Sunday and died around 1:45 a.m. Monday, said his agent, Frank Copsidas of Intrigue Music. --Associated Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All jokes aside, 'cause I've had a few over the years, it's a sad day.  I remember just seeing a few pictures of him performing at an event.  One thing is for sure though, James Brown lived his life the best way he knew how and to the fullest.  R.I.P Mr. Brown.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"href="http://www.filelodge.com/files/hdd8/181936/JamesBrown-SayItLoudImBlackandImProud.mp3"&gt;Say It Loud, I'm Black and I'm Proud.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  There are too many hits too enjoy from James Brown but this one is by far my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2037385643710138832?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2037385643710138832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2037385643710138832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2037385643710138832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2037385643710138832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/godfather-of-soul-dies.html' title='Godfather of Soul Dies'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-6042670233231168265</id><published>2006-12-22T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T12:22:48.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaq is wishing everyone a happy holidays.  If you think I'm about to run down all the holidays that are celebrated you can forget it.  I'm beat and tired.  It was a rough week, hell it was a tough year.  I'll take time out to say I'm thankful though.  For everything I've been blessed with, the people in my life, even my job.  I hope you too are thankful for what you have 'cause you know there is someone out there worse off.  I know everyone just loves to do the family thing this time of year but make the most of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out this piece till about Tuesday.  Till then let us join hands and praise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0nsbMHb5608"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0nsbMHb5608" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Reverend Alicia was a bit too much for some of us.  Hmmm?  Ok, something a little more easy going.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=i88fA1appLc"&gt;MURRY CHRISMASS, MURRY CHRISSMAS, MURRY CHRISSMAS...JINGLES BELLS NUKKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-6042670233231168265?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/6042670233231168265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=6042670233231168265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6042670233231168265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6042670233231168265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy.html' title='Happy...'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-4602483148911613599</id><published>2006-12-21T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:21:47.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day?</title><content type='html'>This is how my day went, today...I almost called an Equity Partner an:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQwtXK8206M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQwtXK8206M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a good day.  I almost blew my top trying to explain to someone who grosses over $200,000 a year that you cannot send 10gb's of files through company email.  YOU FUCKIN RETARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-4602483148911613599?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/4602483148911613599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=4602483148911613599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4602483148911613599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4602483148911613599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-day.html' title='My Day?'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2534622299706872659</id><published>2006-12-20T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T15:42:55.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Really Good</title><content type='html'>It's been a while.  Well not really, I try to make at least a post a day but yesterday I was feeling lazy.  Let's see what's new in Shaq's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My replacement kick finally made it's way to me.  I feel somewhat complete now that it's back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third week into work and things are still going well.  So much things to learn.  Some of the lawyers are really testing me though.  I had to move a printer from one floor to the other and I try to get on the elevator and this lady is in my way just looking at me.  Perhaps she didn't understand "excuse me".  Perhaps me running over her toes would have made her move.  It's all to the good though because I got my first paycheck last Friday and I'm still on my high.  Monday two new guys started in my department and they seem cool.  One of them is from Washington Heights (He's dominican, of course) and we clicked real quick.  He picked up that I'm from Bk so all we do all day is clown.  That's a good thing but I hope it doesn't become a bad thing.  They hired a black girl in here and now they got this dominican running things in the IT department.  They might have to break us up.  As for the other guy, he's YT but he's cool too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing for New Year's.  Notice I skipped Christmas.  Shaq is not in the spirit.  There was an orchestra playing in the lobby at my job, I wanted to throw the violin up against wall...the shit was annoying me.  I really don't have anger problems ya'll but I've been feeling out of it lately.  Anyway, I'm looking forward to my day off for Christmas, that's about it.  As for New Year's, I'm looking to act a donkey somewhere.  I know what the outcome of the night is going to be, I'm just not sure where I'm gonna act the donkey at and exactly how much it's going to cost me.  These clubs out here are BUGGING!!!  200 bucks for some VIP.  I'm regular folk, I'll walk in with the regular ppl...thank you very much.  Oh well, I still got some time to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I'm spending too much time thinking about the ex.  This shit is wearing me the fuck out.  All I have to do is not pick up the phone but I do anyway.  I really shouldn't complain about it 'cause part is my fault.  I learned this very early on, ppl only do to you what you allow them to.  I need to stop being so nice and start choking bitches, straight up.  That made me laugh a little but that ain't my style.  It's whatever though, they say all things are healed through time.  The way things are moving now a days, I got nothing but time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2534622299706872659?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2534622299706872659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2534622299706872659' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2534622299706872659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2534622299706872659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-really-good.html' title='What&apos;s Really Good'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-6270154009761366156</id><published>2006-12-18T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:10:07.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Overpaid Players</title><content type='html'>After the Knicks debacle, I think I'm going to make a more conscious effort to watch more basketball games.  I love to watch games but one thing really pisses me off is to watch players who get paid ridiculous amounts of money and don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting, NBA's 10 Most overpaid players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/foyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/foyle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Adonal Foyle- What I like to call BFN (Big For Nothing).  Why Chris Mullin signed him I'm not really sure.  Coach didn't play him for 11 of their first 22 games for no apparent reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-07 salary: $8,125,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/lafrentz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/lafrentz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Raef Lafrentz- Another big dude who is taking up space.  He has 3 years left on his contract that is worth over 36 million dollars.  Why is he grossing this much money and he hasn't averaged nearly 11 points in 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-07 salary: $11,532,037&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/ratliff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/ratliff2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Theo Ratliff- This man tries so hard but 4.8 points, 5.1 rebounds and 2.1 blocks a game since 2004 just isn't going to cut it Mr. Ratliff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-07 salary: $11,666,666&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/martin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/martin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Kenyon Martin- Let me not speak too loud, he might try to beat me up...he does have a temper on him.  None the less, how valueable can Keyone be when the Nuggets went 41-15 without him last season.  Looks like they did pretty damn good without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-07 salary: $12,068,182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/hughes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/hughes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Larry Hughes- I actually have respect for this man.  He lost his brother last year due to heart problems.  It was a tough time for him.  It hurt me to have to put him on this list but business is business.  He reminds me of Allan Houston.  He isn't a consistent enough shooter or scorer to draw the salary he does.  He is supposed to be second to Lebron James but that just isn't happening this season, now is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-07 salary: $13,363,012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/jones.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Eddie Jones- He used to be the man, emphasis on used.  I remember back in high school when I had his Team Jordan sneakers.  Not only does he play for the worst team in the league (Grizzlies) but he's a non factor in losses or wins.  His contract is up this season so it's safe to say he can kiss those big bucks goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006-07 salary: $15,697,500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/hill.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Grant Hill- I also remember wearing this mans sneakers in Junior High School and they were FILA's so you know he had to be something special for me to rock them.  Rookie of the year, Grant Hill had a promising future in the NBA.  Injuries plagued him and he has never been able to bounce back.  Grant sometimes has to sit out the second game if the team plays back to back.  That sounds like a problem to me considering this man is making about 17 million bucks this season.  You can tell Tamia I said how you doin though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-07 salary: $16,901,500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/finley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/finley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Michael Finley- Twelve years in the league and averaging 7 points through 23 games.  What makes his case different is that his former team (Mavericks) is still paying his ridiculous salary.  Homeboy left the Mavs last year in hopes of winning a championship in San Antonio.  What do you know, the team he left beat the Spurs in the Western COnference Finals last season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-07 salary: $19,030,999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/webber2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/webber2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Chris Webber- Since he broke up with Tyra he ain't been right since.  Old age is catching up with Chris.  His lack of mobility and defensive shortcomings have led to frequent fourth-quarter benchings.  Paying a man over 20 million bucks who can't even play in the fourth quarter.  Yea OK.  Get this, his contract balloons to over 22 million next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-07 salary: $20,718,759&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not motherfuckin' least.  You know it had to be someone on the Knicks, right?  I just couldn't pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/marbury_francis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net./si/multimedia/photo_gallery/0612/gallery.nba.mostoverpaid/images/marbury_francis2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Stephon Marbury &amp; Steve Francis- Blame Isiah for this but these two combined can't even win a play-off series.  The most expensive backcourt in the NBA and Stephon is having his worse season in 11 years and the "Franchise" has tendinitis in the knee.  He hasn't exactly been effective when healthy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-07 salary combined: $32,254,375&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May sound like I'm hating on some black brothers making money.  Well I am.  I wish I got overpaid to do my job wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-6270154009761366156?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/6270154009761366156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=6270154009761366156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6270154009761366156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6270154009761366156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/after-knicks-debacle-i-think-im-going.html' title='Overpaid Players'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-5934438290719647340</id><published>2006-12-18T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:18:05.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>When is enough, enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2006/US/12/18/nopd.shooting/newt1.still.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2006/US/12/18/nopd.shooting/newt1.still.04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above is the picture of Ronald Madison, a 40 year old mentally retarded man who was gunned down by Louisiana police after hurricane Katrina hit.  Read the full story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/12/18/nopd.shooting/index.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five gunshots to the back while he was running away...I obviously wasn't there so I don't know what caused this showdown but why wasn't the necessary steps taken to get information about witnesses?  I know this man wasn't the only person to witness this murder.  Was someone scared of what someone would say had witnesses been questioned?  Total disregard for a human life.   I'm dusgusted more and more everytime I read another story about unarmed men being shot multiple times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-5934438290719647340?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/5934438290719647340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=5934438290719647340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5934438290719647340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5934438290719647340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-is-enough-enough.html' title='When is enough, enough?'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-626316370163073400</id><published>2006-12-18T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T15:33:39.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Runaway Love</title><content type='html'>Don't mean to start the week off on a sad note but I had to comment on this video.  It's about damn time Ludacris made a song with some susbstance.  I first saw it yesterday and looking at it made me misty eyed.  Can't say a music video ever made me do that.  Good job, Ludacris.  Let's see if this song will climb the charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BykclTGVEBc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BykclTGVEBc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-626316370163073400?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/626316370163073400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=626316370163073400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/626316370163073400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/626316370163073400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/runaway-love.html' title='Runaway Love'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-451607970947063651</id><published>2006-12-17T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:19:50.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>If you can't beat them, beat them up...Literally</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd be saying this but I'm mad I missed last nights Knick game, DAMNIT!!  These nukkas had an all out brawl at the Garden.  What makes it even funnier is why they started brawling.  Yea, yea Mardy Collins committed a hard foul on J.R. Smith but the Knicks were mad that Denver had all 5 of their starters in with 1:15 to go despite being up 19 points.  Denver was giving them a good old fashioned ass whoopin and those Knick boys didn't like that.  Nate Robinson tommbout saving face.  Negro, if you wanted to save face you should have won the damn game or at least not have gotten smacked on your home court.  I will give this little dude his props though, he was the smallest one out there but he was the gulliest.  You see how he threw his dukes up like, "And what"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please check out Carmelo Anthony.  This dude throws a good punch but notice how he is backing the fuck up.  Looks more like he's running away.  SUCKER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being in a restaurant eating a lovely meal when the Detroit melee took place.  People were looking at me sideways because I ran to the tv to see the fight.  HAHA.  Too bad I missed this one...although youtube is the devil, I must admit I LOVE THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHI2HYE2J0A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHI2HYE2J0A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-451607970947063651?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/451607970947063651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=451607970947063651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/451607970947063651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/451607970947063651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-you-cant-beat-them-beat-them.html' title='If you can&apos;t beat them, beat them up...Literally'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3586026067252488777</id><published>2006-12-15T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:51:13.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Landslide</title><content type='html'>It's Friday night and I'm listening to the fuckin' Dixie Chicks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side bar* You didn't think Shaq liked the Dixie chicks, huh?  And yes I just referred to myself in the third person.  *side-eyes those who don't like that*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Dixie Chicks.  I don't know what it is about these YT girls but I like their music.  I have yet to buy any of their albums but the few songs I heard from them I like.  Is it safe to say that I like country music?  No but I do like the Dixie Chicks.  The fact that they publicly said they don't like our President is an added bonus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/81CdcDHn88M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81CdcDHn88M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3586026067252488777?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3586026067252488777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3586026067252488777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3586026067252488777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3586026067252488777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/landslide.html' title='Landslide'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-3605745785366842320</id><published>2006-12-15T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:49:06.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicks'/><title type='text'>Air Jordan V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nicekicks.com/images/air-jordan-5-release-conflict-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.nicekicks.com/images/air-jordan-5-release-conflict-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked these up on the way home this evening.  Not much to say but the color on these are white/black/fire red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-3605745785366842320?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/3605745785366842320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=3605745785366842320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3605745785366842320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/3605745785366842320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/air-jordan-v.html' title='Air Jordan V'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-4919425078419295136</id><published>2006-12-14T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:33:07.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Break Ups 2 Make Ups</title><content type='html'>Meth said it best, "I hope you ain't looking for love 'cause I ain't got none left for you...PLUS YOU MISERABLE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OI97fsCqyEM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OI97fsCqyEM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-4919425078419295136?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/4919425078419295136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=4919425078419295136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4919425078419295136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4919425078419295136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/break-ups-2-make-ups.html' title='Break Ups 2 Make Ups'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-7714102989190629078</id><published>2006-12-14T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:52:06.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random Quote</title><content type='html'>Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quote of the motherfuckin year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-7714102989190629078?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/7714102989190629078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=7714102989190629078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7714102989190629078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/7714102989190629078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-quote.html' title='Random Quote'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-5426789729348536369</id><published>2006-12-13T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:32:33.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Just for kicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.psfk.com/_images_2006_t-mobile-sidekick-iii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.psfk.com/_images_2006_t-mobile-sidekick-iii.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That up above is my most prized possession.  Sad, isn't it?  It comes second to my ipod.  When I'm waiting on something or someone, I pull this thing out.  When I'm bored, I pull this thing out.  My life is on this thing.  Now, it's broken.  I have dropped it on many other occasions but this one time I guess it had enough.  DAMN IT!!!  I feel like I've been lacking for the past 5 days.  I'm waiting for the insurance company to get back to me on whether or not they will file my claim.  I guess they think I'm lying on how I broke it.  Who knows.  What I do know is that the deductible is $110.  That's crack prices, T-Mobile.  *sigh*  I'm going to bite the bullet because I must have it back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.t-mobile.com/images/products/sidekick3_lrg/250x270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.t-mobile.com/images/products/sidekick3_lrg/250x270.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice there is a limited edition LRG sidekick out.  Hmm, I like.  The makers should send me a complimentary one for all the LRG that's in my closet.  I already know what's going to happen because I have no self control.  I'm going to not get a replacement and I'm going to buy this because I always have the need for the latest gadgets. Hmmmmmm...decisions, decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-5426789729348536369?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/5426789729348536369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=5426789729348536369' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5426789729348536369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/5426789729348536369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/that-up-above-is-my-most-prized.html' title='Just for kicks'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-432806726505983003</id><published>2006-12-13T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:45:20.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H.A.M&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Incredible Hulk, anyone?</title><content type='html'>She has the henny, who has the hypno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/8f58b8bf03636cd77766103c48cc1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/8f58b8bf03636cd77766103c48cc1629.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the ladies out there…If you plan on ever getting this drunk at the club, JUST STAY HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;spotted over at Crunk &amp; Disorderly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-432806726505983003?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/432806726505983003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=432806726505983003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/432806726505983003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/432806726505983003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/incredible-hulk-anyone.html' title='Incredible Hulk, anyone?'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-6851974222646259590</id><published>2006-12-12T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:29:16.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I WANT TO GO HOME</title><content type='html'>I'm walking down the street at lunch time and I almost got knocked out by someone opening up a door at Starbucks.  Very rarely do I zone out but that scared the shit out of me.  I could see the bruise on my forehead now.  I'm sitting here zoning out some more.  You would think I was in love the way I've been carrying on today.  Oh well, waiting for 5:30 to hit so I can get the hell outta here!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's a little old school for those of us old enough to remember all the lyrics to this song.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2W01Qwh8Sc8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2W01Qwh8Sc8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-6851974222646259590?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/6851974222646259590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=6851974222646259590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6851974222646259590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6851974222646259590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-to-go-home.html' title='I WANT TO GO HOME'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2569046217147486967</id><published>2006-12-11T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:12:13.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H.A.M&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Nuff Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;ahref="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h62/freshcrunkjuice/2006/01/ssn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h62/freshcrunkjuice/2006/01/ssn3.jpg" border="0"alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.ebayimg.com/04/i/07/6f/2e/a6_1_b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i18.ebayimg.com/04/i/07/6f/2e/a6_1_b.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't anything to explain here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2569046217147486967?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2569046217147486967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2569046217147486967' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2569046217147486967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2569046217147486967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/nuff-said.html' title='Nuff Said'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-2899599934298853233</id><published>2006-12-11T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:20:01.693-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wnba.com/media/act_lisa_leslie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.wnba.com/media/act_lisa_leslie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOS ANGELES --Lisa Leslie will miss the WNBA season because the three-time league MVP is pregnant with her first child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will be cheering my teammates on," she said Thursday, when it was announced Lakers owner Jerry Buss had sold the team to season-ticket holders Kathy Goodman and Carla Christofferson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie, who married pilot Michael Lockwood in 2005, said the couple doesn't yet know the baby's sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been working out," she said. "I haven't been sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie, a three-time Olympic gold medalist as a U.S. national team stalwart, plans to return in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to play in the Olympics," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She led the Sparks to championships in 2001 and 2002 -- the same season she became the first WNBA player to dunk in a game. The Sparks' court at Staples Center is named for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good for her.  Now who started that nasty rumor that all women in the WNBA were lesbians?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-2899599934298853233?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/2899599934298853233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=2899599934298853233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2899599934298853233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/2899599934298853233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/los-angeles-lisa-leslie-will-miss-wnba.html' title=''/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-4350749511704325862</id><published>2006-12-11T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T11:51:36.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Back in the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chick I went to high school with sent me an email over the weekend out of the blue.  I haven't seen or spoken to her since the summer of 01'.  She told me she moved back in the Brooklyn area and wanted to hang out yada yada yada.  She attached this photo though that made me smile.  Senior year she wanted baby pictures of folks to make a collage.  Don't ask me why.  Anyway, I gave her some.  Sooooo introducing me.  In the second picture you have to excuse my bow-legs and ashy knees, I was having an off day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-4350749511704325862?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/4350749511704325862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=4350749511704325862' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4350749511704325862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/4350749511704325862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-in-day.html' title='Back in the Day'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-1511713979909274388</id><published>2006-12-10T03:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T03:57:27.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Forever Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/HPNX0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/HPNX0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be my parents.  Picture was taken 12/8/79.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was their 27th wedding anniversary.  I didn't do anything for them last year so I thought it would be nice to invite some family over to eat all this cake.  Since all this was a suprise neither my dad or mom knew.  My dad went out today and bought a damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/HPNX0010.jpg"&gt;cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; after I went out last night and ordered the photo cake.  Now these mothersuckers got two cakes.  The parents were suprised and happy so in the end that made me happy but damn, that was 50 bucks down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to touch on the speech my father made.  It honestly brought a tear to my eye.  He turned the music down and turned to my mother.  He said he doesn't know how it happened but he thanks God everyday for my mother.  He said, it's like the day she was born it was written that they were to be together.  Deep shit.  My dad couldn't find the words to explain how he came from a small island to the United States and was able to meet his other half.  He said it had to be written in the stars.  I think I peeped my mom shedding a tear too.  We talk about it's good to see black love but my parents have been living it for the past 27 years.  It truly is a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father also had to stink up the night by trying to sing their wedding song, Forever Mine, by the O'Jays.  Man oh man.  Then my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/HPNX0020.jpg"&gt;aunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; got up and was doing the chicken noodle soup to James Brown.  I had to get up and get a drink 'cause looking at her was stressing me out.  By the end of the night all the old timers were inebriated and slurring all their words.  I guess for them it was a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-1511713979909274388?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/1511713979909274388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=1511713979909274388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1511713979909274388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/1511713979909274388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_10.html' title='Forever Mine'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-6656885622459030095</id><published>2006-12-09T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T08:38:05.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Happy Saturday</title><content type='html'>Who goes to Sears at 9:00 in the morning for doorbuster savings on a Saturday when they should be in bed because they are tired as hell?  ME.  Just to save about 10 bucks.  I must be out my mind but it was time to get up anyway.  I'm looking for a deep fryer.  I come up with the most random things but I'm a little tired of my chicken not being evenly brown (LOL).  I figured I try this out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone else was giving away cupcakes and kool-aid packs I figure I give out lawn-mowers since I'm going to Sears.  You get a lawn-mower, you get a lawn-mower...everyone gets a lawn-mower.  If you don't have grass to cut, not my problem.  Don't say I never gave you anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-6656885622459030095?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/6656885622459030095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=6656885622459030095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6656885622459030095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6656885622459030095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-saturday.html' title='Happy Saturday'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-6836126568629512010</id><published>2006-12-07T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:49:36.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicks'/><title type='text'>Nike Dunk Hi</title><content type='html'>I kind of was going through withdrawals.  It's been about two weeks since I copped something but alas, I'm back.  Straight navy blue dunks.  So simple and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.channeladvisor.com/Sell/SSProfiles/40000107/Images/13/309432411a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.channeladvisor.com/Sell/SSProfiles/40000107/Images/13/309432411a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-6836126568629512010?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/6836126568629512010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=6836126568629512010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6836126568629512010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/6836126568629512010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/nike-dunk-hi.html' title='Nike Dunk Hi'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567015115877846250.post-597918962405661806</id><published>2006-12-06T14:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:31:33.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Capital One is the devil.</title><content type='html'>Yea so the new plantation ain’t all that busy and this network ain’t all that secure so I’m making another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://articles.moneycentral.msn.com/Banking/CreditCardSmarts/ABigLendersCreditCardTrap.aspx?page=2"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; on MSN today and it was interesting.  It’s nothing that I don’t already know but obviously some people need to be told.  Credit card companies make their money on people who rack up high balances and don’t pay their bills.  If you’re up to the top of your head in debt with one card and they send you an offer for another one—just why would you take it?  They don’t care; they are going to keep sending them as long as you keep using it.  Let us just use our heads people.  It’s not that hard of a concept.  I hear people calling my generation, Generation Debt.  Between credit card and student loan bills we are a mess.  All I’m saying is let’s be a little smarter.  I was finance major in college but it doesn’t take a genius to know how important your credit is.  Just like your health, you have to take care of your credit.  That’s what my old geezer professor used to tell us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567015115877846250-597918962405661806?l=shaqer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/feeds/597918962405661806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567015115877846250&amp;postID=597918962405661806' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/597918962405661806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567015115877846250/posts/default/597918962405661806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaqer.blogspot.com/2006/12/capital-one-is-devil.html' title='Capital One is the devil.'/><author><name>Mail Order Girlfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00975954871522947217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m141/higheraltitude/shaq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
