<?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-17811732</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:56:48.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Snob</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm Nikki and I live in Texas with my hottie of a husband and our golden retreiver.  I graduated from The University of Texas and was a former White House Intern (not for Clinton).  I love Southern food, cowboys, and happy hour with the girls. Some day we want children, but right now we enjoy our home just the way it is...quiet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerntxsnob.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerntxsnob.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811732/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13519729848288670253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811732.post-116465563920785362</id><published>2006-11-27T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:27:19.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Holiday of Dealing with the In-Laws</title><content type='html'>Dont get me wrong, I love my husbands family, but sometimes they have a tendency to get under my skin. Take Thursday for example. I was sitting with his parents in my garage on Thanksgiving day, drinking wine and having nice conversation. His Dad asked me what I was getting my husband this year for Christmas. I told him that I was thinking of buying him a stainless steel gas grill. We only have charcoal, which prevents us from using it during the week because it takes so damn long. On Saturday I get a phone call from my father in law saying he was at Academy buying a gas grill for my husband for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stealing the only gift I had in mind. Oh and one more thing...I've just been informed that we are on his shit list for not putting up Christmas lights on the house this year. Wonderful! and for a moment there I was wondering how I could go on living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811732-114183930282439613?l=southerntxsnob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerntxsnob.blogspot.com/feeds/114183930282439613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811732&amp;postID=114183930282439613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811732/posts/default/114183930282439613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811732/posts/default/114183930282439613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerntxsnob.blogspot.com/2006/03/still-bitch.html' title='Still A Bitch'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13519729848288670253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811732.post-114168130439206507</id><published>2006-03-06T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:43:05.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Make A Livin' Outta Feelin' Blue</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i'm here and that may be all you get. There is so much to say, but I just don't know if I feel like typing it all out. For you my friend....I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick as a dog. Is it normal to taste blood when you cough? I didn't think so. I know I'm sick from riding in a freakin plane. You people who fly when you are sick disgust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ass was dragged to the Clay Walker concert at the Rodeo last night. The husband and I have seen him over a million times. I can pretty much predict his song list, but eeeewwweee....is he HOT! The way he dances and tilts that cowboy hat forward is such a turn on! I always tell my husband leaving the show..."Honey, we've got to get you a cowboy hat and belt buckle for tonight." Anyway, the concert this time around was great because we actually had tickets in a private box with all the free food and drinks. I'm sure it sounds great and all but when you are sick and don't feel like eating or drinking, then its not that great, but whatever. I got to wear my black cowboy hat and boots. Guys please note, that if a girl is sick, but has a cowboy hat that she never gets to wear, new cowgirl boots, and new hair extensions, believe me, her ass is getting up and going to the show, so don't ask twice. And what's up with all the 15-16 year old's getting drunk at the Rodeo? We had a school of them in the box next to us getting trashed and yelling out, "We love you CLLLAAAAYYYYY!" (Insert *scream). I remember when I was that age, it was all about the beer and how we where going to get it. Its funny now that I'm 27 and I choose most of the time not to drink because I cant handle the side effects like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;School + Hangovers = Not a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Work + Hangovers = A brutal beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with men that makes them turn to children when they hang out together? We all got in a crowded elevator after the show and I see the two *boys* (who are in their 30's) looking at each other and laughing. I can tell right now that I know what my husband is thinking. I look at him and say, "Dont do it or I'm going to kick your ass." Just before the doors open, both the boys let out two huge farts. I have to admit that it was hilarious in the elevator, but then they walk down the crowded side walk let out as many as they can at the passers by. When will they ever grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Still have a lot of work today and not enough energy to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811732-114168130439206507?l=southerntxsnob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerntxsnob.blogspot.com/feeds/114168130439206507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811732&amp;postID=114168130439206507&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811732/posts/default/114168130439206507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811732/posts/default/114168130439206507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerntxsnob.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-can-make-livin-outta-feelin-blue.html' title='I Can Make A Livin&apos; Outta Feelin&apos; Blue'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13519729848288670253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811732.post-114140642517426030</id><published>2006-03-03T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:36:23.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver does Texas</title><content type='html'>First off, to all my blogging buddies, I apologize for not getting to post, I've been in Denver on business so there just wasnt any time. Lots of work had to be done, and of course, a little bit of play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go for some Corporate Training, and let me say that our corporate trainer girl kicks ass! I've never had so much fun while actually working. The people in Denver rock! I had so much fun hanging out with everyone there. Our last night in town, they took us out drinking and dancing. First we went to a martini bar. I drank an Apple Martini and a Pink Panty. Yumm. I've never had a martini before.  I'm a beer drinker and I must say that those little things are expensive, but a guy from the office was sweet enough to pick up the tab. Then we were up for a little dancing, so we went, of all places, to a western bar. In comparasion, not as good as Texas, but shit, the beer was free. Let me say that again, THE BEER WAS FREE! And I dont mean that someone else paid, the club actually gives away the beer. So I guess you can see how the night went. I had two martinis followed by lots of free beer and I was feeling good. I danced the night away with these people. I taught all the girls how to two step and line dance, and one of the guys thought that it would be fun to swing and spin me around the dance floor all night. Good times.  I was able to get some hair exensions in my hair, which made me look ooh so hot and young.  I've never had long hair before, so I enjoyed it.   Oh, and there was the little incedent on Wednesday night where I was talking and walking, and stepped in a pot hole in the parking lot and fell, which pretty much took out my knee. Not only did I tear a hole in my favorite pair of jeans, but my knee is pretty banged up and swollen. Too bad I was sober for the little mishap. The pain would have been a lot more tolerable if I was a little slushy.  Again, good times.  Flight was delayed on the way home, but so excited to see my husband and get home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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I have been tagged by two bloggers, so I better get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threetimeloser.typepad.com"&gt;Three Time Loser&lt;/a&gt; asked me to list my five most guilty pleasures, so here they are in no certain order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dogs and Puppies....I cant get enough, especially if they still have puppy breath, and golden retrievers are my favorite breed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cake batter, brownie batter, and cookie dough. I like them more than the baked outcome of each. Wonder why it tastes so different? All you have to do is add the air.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie popcorn with butter. Hub makes fun of me because its like I cant shovel it in fast enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mexican food. If you live in Texas, its a must because we know how to do it right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naps...you can never have enough naps. I even enjoy those weekends where I might take two naps in one day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I know it says to tag five people, but I'll just tag two:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insidealmind.blogspot.com"&gt;AL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shootersstation.blogspot.com"&gt;Shooter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Onto my second tag:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insidealmind.blogspot.com"&gt;AL&lt;/a&gt; asked me to list the &lt;em&gt;"So called Perfect Partner List"&lt;/em&gt;. Here are the rules: The tagged victim lists 8 different points of their perfect lover/partner, mentioning the sex of said partner. Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on a post letting them know they've been tagged. If tagged before, no need to contribute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Responsible&lt;/em&gt;- You know us women could do it all, but it helps if he can chip in once in a while too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Family Man&lt;/em&gt;- I love a guy that loves me, our future children, and his in-laws.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open Minded&lt;/em&gt;- Change in a relationship is inevitable whether you ask for change or if it slaps you upside the head. I want a man that looks at the opportunity, not the road block.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Affectionate&lt;/em&gt;- My husband hates public display of affection. When he sees couples smooching in public, he's the one to say "Get a Room". He's getting better, but I would like a whole lot more of it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Handy Man&lt;/em&gt;- Must be able to maintain my car and my house, which he does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-Sufficient&lt;/em&gt;- If he's hungry, he makes a sandwich, if the house is dirty he cleans it, and if there is laundry to be done or folded he does it. I've hit the jackpot on that one!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Likes to Play&lt;/em&gt;- I like that my husband has his own hobbies. He rides his dirt bike, plays golf, and hunts. I feel that these "toys" can make a man. I feel sorry for the guys who get dragged all over the mall (but I'm sometimes jealous too!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romantic&lt;/em&gt;- I missed the boat on that one. My husband doesn't have a romantic bone in his body, but his body sure does lead me to romance!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I have to tag 8 people!!!  Sorry guys.  If you read this post then consider yourself tagged okay.  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I was able to get some sleep in the later part of last week. I had some trouble again the last few days, but overall the Tylenol PM is working for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday it was forecasted to rain all day. We woke up to sunshine for the early part of the afternoon. The husband and I went out for breakfast and then over to the Harley Davidson shop so he could drool over bikes. After that we went to Home Depot and Lowes looking for a kitchen island. No luck there, both stores were sold out, however we did find a screen door that I really wanted for the back door. Its really cool because it retracts into the frame of the wall, which is nice for us because then the dog cant tear the screen when we arent using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward I wanted to catch a movie so we went to see The &lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=zLElfJ9YCh0"&gt;Chronic&lt;/a&gt; of Narnia. It was such a great movie. Hub wasnt too excited about going to see a kid movie, but he said it was so much better than he expected. I was a little peeved all throughout the movie because about 4 rows behind us a little boy threw a tantrum for almost the entire movie. Yes, I'm one of those people who constantly turn around and shoot the parents a dirty look. I know, its mean and I'm in for a world of hurt once I have children, I too will see how the looks can hurt, but c'mon...get up and take the kid out, they must have known that he was disturbing the entire theater? What was surprising was that usually when we go see a movie, they show the preview about turning off your cell phone, no talking, no crying babies, but they didnt show that for the kid movie. Wonder why? Then in front of me there was nasty caugh fat guy. Every time he belted out a phlegm filled caugh I had to hold my breath for fear of getting germs. He also had this disgusting habit of tossing back his 72 oz cup of ice into his gigantic mouth, and people, I am talking head tiled in the full back position letting the ice flow down his throat like a college kegger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a nice person though....really. Just before the movie started I noticed an older couple looking for two seats and I offered to move on the other side of my husband so they could have two seats together. See...I told you I was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, now hub and I are arguing over Superbowl plans. I could care less about the game, but we had promised some friends of ours that we would do something with them for the superbowl. Now hub is changing everything and inviting people over to our house. I'm a little peeved by this because I did not want to entertain people at our house that night. My parents have offered for everyone to come to their house. My dad just bought a new 50" HD TV. I really want us all to go over there, but Hub says no. He claims our friends will be 'uncomfortable'. I'm not sure what that is supposed to mean, but the comment had me steaming. Now I dont know what I'm supposed to tell our friends that we made plans with about a month ago. I do agree with Hub that he should be making the superbowl plans, but its not fair to make plans and then drop them or change them the week before the game. All this puts stress on me because I have to get the house clean and in order and prepare food for everyone. Hub and I agreed to just not talk about it anymore since we cant agree on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any plans for the Superbowl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811732-113267631963251281?l=southerntxsnob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southerntxsnob.blogspot.com/feeds/113267631963251281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811732&amp;postID=113267631963251281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811732/posts/default/113267631963251281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811732/posts/default/113267631963251281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southerntxsnob.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-it-with-golf.html' title='What is it with Golf?'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13519729848288670253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811732.post-113234929761919121</id><published>2005-11-18T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T15:28:17.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing House</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited that my nephew is coming to town this weekend for the Thanksgiving holiday.  My brother and his wife are taking a vacation to San Diego.  My mom is keeping the baby most of the week, but over the Thanksgiving break, my husband and I are begging to keep him.  It will be so much fun, the two of us trying to entertain a baby and changing diapers.  We are both looking forward to having him here in Houston.  Its not often that my husband gets to play with his little nephew, but he is getting more and more comfortable with this baby thing the more times he gets to see and hold him.  It was really funny to watch the first time he held him.  My husband thought he was going to break!  Relax honey, you will be great.  I told him to just pretend that the kid is a football...c'mon, he would never drop a football.  Besides, they both have one thing in common, gas.  That kid rips 'em so loud that people turn and think it was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand used to be really good with kids, especially babies.  Now, I get a little un-easy.  I'm such a perfectionist and if I cant seem to make the kid happy, well then I must be doing something horribly wrong.  Plus, I cant stand all that drool.  Poor kids face will be chapped from me wiping his mouth so much.  I cant wait until he gets a little older and we can spoil the pants off that kid.  He is such a good little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We welcome your baby advice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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Getting to and from Dallas was one big nightmare. My boss offered to fly me up, but I decided to drive so I could have a car for the weekend to go back and forth between my brother's house and my friends hotel. Driving turned out to be a huge mistake. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole week was full of things to do. When I arrived in Dallas, Nan and I went dress shopping for a Gala we were attending on Saturday night. I had to work Thursday and Friday. I spent Thursday and Friday night with my brother and his family, (who have the most adorable kid in the world). Then Saturday night again with Nan. I got all dressed up for the Gala. Everyone loved my new dress...it was super cute! Gala was a lot of fun. I consumed a massive amount of alcohol on an empty stomach because those crazy people from NY don't eat dinner until 9:00 p.m. Lets get something straight here, in TX dinner is no later than 6:00 p.m. and if you want Luby's, you go at 4:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan was kind enough to introduce me to the Commissioner and I also got to meet Lamar Hunt, owner of the Kansas City Chiefs. I only wanted to meet him for the sole purpose of making my husband extremely jealous, and I succeeded. I got a picture with him, just so I can rub it in his face. Can you tell that my husband and I are very competitive with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan and I partied until 4:30 in the morning! I couldn't stand it any more, I was tired and gassy and all I wanted to do was go back to the room, be silly drunk girls, and pass out which is exactly what we did. Sunday I attended my first ever MLS game. It was fun, but I had to leave early to make the 4 hour drive back home to Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home sucked more than ever! I was North of Huntsville when my back tire blew out. I knew it as soon as I heard it. Its happened to me before on the way to Dallas, and I was thinking...OMG not now. Its dark, and the FEDERAL PRISON is only a 1/2 mile away. So I pull over and creep the car up the first mile marker I could see. Thankfully, my Dad pays for me to have AAA for reasons such as these. I'm still an hour from home. AAA says it will be an hour until a wrecker can get to me. I had to pee worst than any other time in my life, but its not something you want to do when the 18-wheelers are blowing by you at 80 mph. I sit in my car and wait, all the while talking to my husband on the cell phone. It was a shame that he didn't try to make me feel better about the situation. All I got was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you ask your brother to check your tire pressure for you before you left like I asked you to"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is what happens when you don't check your tires".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You cant blame this on me. How do you know I didn't hit something? I did run over something that was a ways back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was it"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know because I was going like 95 mph and never had a chance to see it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop being in such a rush all the time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed the time by arguing over why I got the flat tire and whose fault it was. I win because it was his fault for not maintaining the car in the first place. So I got my tired changed and was getting in the car to leave when it wouldn't start. Dead battery. Poor driver had to get out again and give me a jump. He must have thought I was the biggest idiot ever. My husband laughs because anyone should know that you cant sit in the car with the lights and hazards on for over and hour and expect the car to start again. In my defense, let me clarify that I was NEAR THE PRISON and very scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after I got back on the road, I called my husband again to let him know that I'm on my way, but I would be a while because I cant drive over 55 mph with the donut tire. As I was talking, I noticed this red Saturn pull right up on my ass and he started flashing his brights. I'm telling my husband what an ass whole this guy is behind me. I'm in the right lane buddy, go around and pass me in the left lane just like everyone else, that is what its for. So as this red Saturn whips around me, he gets right up next to me and starts swerving his car into my lane until he runs me completely off the road. By now, I'm screaming and I'm scared. My poor husband is on the other end listening to me freak out. Ummm...must I mention again that right now I'm passing the PRISON. Then red Saturn speeds off ahead of me. I cried the entire hour home from Huntsville, still needing to pee.  The four hour drive turned into six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out Red Saturn...my husband is looking for you, and oh yes, he loves his guns.&lt;br /&gt;HUNTSVILLE HICKS SUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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