tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261274112011-04-21T15:51:05.637-07:00Scott Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12283110603714394837noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26127411.post-1145315852109843972006-04-17T15:49:00.000-07:002006-04-17T16:21:00.106-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/2734/1600/movieimage47568xs.jpg"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><strong><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/2734/400/movieimage47568xs.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><strong> I got my bike fixed today. After Wolverine decided to do some stunts with it. I found it in a mangled pile in the garage and immeadiately knew it was him. He's the only person who ever takes the thing anywhere. Why is it always my things he takes? I bet if I had a wife, he'd want her too.<br /><br />But what's up with that anyways? I mean come on. He can get his own stuff. Why does he always have to take mine? I'll get him one day though. When he's not looking. I'll sneak up on him or something. Poison hi- wait. Poisons don't work. Maybe I can hire Mystique to kill him or something. Yeah.... I think I'll do that.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26127411-114531585210984397?l=rubyquartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scott Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12283110603714394837noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26127411.post-1145052167650693472006-04-14T14:56:00.000-07:002006-04-14T15:02:47.660-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/2734/1600/034ultcyke.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/2734/400/034ultcyke.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>It seems things are getting out of control on these blogs. I've been hearing things. Strange looks. Missing personal items. As if I don't do enough for you people around here. Constantly taking charge and getting you to victory.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">I mean. By God. Is it that hard to respect your leader? And teacher? Hmm?</span><br /></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26127411-114505216765069347?l=rubyquartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scott Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12283110603714394837noreply@blogger.com9