<?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-2280781526212949048</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:02:45.851-05:00</updated><category term='weave'/><category term='weather'/><category term='food at ppu'/><category term='fish'/><category term='WTF were you thinking'/><category term='brethren'/><category term='seriously though?'/><category term='Joy Ike'/><category term='the ugly side of fame'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='can&apos;t you read'/><category term='I think I&apos;ll take the stairs'/><category term='Port Authority'/><category term='No shade zone'/><category term='Crack Attack'/><category term='plastic'/><category term='old people have no shame'/><category term='Where are the parents?'/><category term='PPU'/><category term='public official fail'/><category term='Lil Kim'/><category term='absolutely disgusting'/><category term='boys room'/><category term='snow'/><category term='phone calls'/><category term='Is this what we really care about?'/><category term='Uhh...no'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><category term='Point Park Mansion'/><title type='text'>Public Ridiculousness</title><subtitle type='html'>The PR you don't want</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-6462865547934935710</id><published>2010-04-29T01:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:08:56.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uhh...no'/><title type='text'>The Stories that Didn't Make It</title><content type='html'>Public Ridiculousness wouldn't be very much without the pictures. The pictures alone tell the stories of hell ridiculous people behave in public.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ridiculousness still happens even when pictures aren't available. I've seen a lot of ridiculous behavior that, for one reason or another, I couldn't capture on film. Here is a list of some of the stories that didn't make it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man picked up a flattened Pepsi paper cup outside of Point Park. He opened the cup, and used it as a means to hold change he asked people on the street for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An employee of a certain grocery store was fired after he refused to help or assist a customer in stealing (WTF!?--but it's true!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A couple were arguing on the trolley extremely loudly and extremely violently. The woman kept telling her supposed man to get a girl on her so they could fight. They would not stop swearing, even with kids and the elderly around. Even though they were fighting, they still sat next to each other...uh, why?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;This list is a work in progress and will be updated frequently! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-6462865547934935710?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6462865547934935710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/stories-that-didnt-make-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6462865547934935710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6462865547934935710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/stories-that-didnt-make-it.html' title='The Stories that Didn&apos;t Make It'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-2606790494702483435</id><published>2010-04-26T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:57:25.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brethren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><title type='text'>Look at the Guy in the Blue Plaid Shirt LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9kRVa8QdQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0-B9jIabrd8/s1600/29108_1405154364993_1116400871_31171792_6502956_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9kRVa8QdQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0-B9jIabrd8/s400/29108_1405154364993_1116400871_31171792_6502956_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465418682497791234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came across this picture on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, so I'm not entirely sure where it came from, but damn anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would all these people just sit there and allow themselves to get hit? Why not try and catch the damn thing instead of letting it knock you out of the park?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-2606790494702483435?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2606790494702483435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-at-guy-in-blue-plaid-shirt-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/2606790494702483435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/2606790494702483435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-at-guy-in-blue-plaid-shirt-lol.html' title='Look at the Guy in the Blue Plaid Shirt LOL'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9kRVa8QdQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0-B9jIabrd8/s72-c/29108_1405154364993_1116400871_31171792_6502956_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-6726057066565614381</id><published>2010-04-25T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:35:42.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public official fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><title type='text'>Elevator Service?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9kMUwJNHsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/os6FNR7G5LE/s1600/IMAG0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9kMUwJNHsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/os6FNR7G5LE/s400/IMAG0089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465413173451235010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no wonder the elevators here suck.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, PA law doesn't require certificates of operation to be displayed in the vehicle so long as a copy is on file in the management's office. My nosy ass had to see if they were, and I got confirmation from a top official that said that all the elevators have been inspected and are safe to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, isn't it ridiculous that nobody bothered to update these certificates? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-6726057066565614381?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6726057066565614381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/elevator-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6726057066565614381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6726057066565614381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/elevator-service.html' title='Elevator Service?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9kMUwJNHsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/os6FNR7G5LE/s72-c/IMAG0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-7540997716025647627</id><published>2010-04-22T13:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:32:41.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No shade zone'/><title type='text'>Food Cart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9CICk3j8qI/AAAAAAAAANM/k3NPLoD9Xa4/s1600/cart+grill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9CICk3j8qI/AAAAAAAAANM/k3NPLoD9Xa4/s400/cart+grill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463015925838246562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you gotta give em credit for being crafty (?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo credit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotghettomess.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hotghettomess.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-7540997716025647627?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/7540997716025647627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-cart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/7540997716025647627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/7540997716025647627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-cart.html' title='Food Cart'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9CICk3j8qI/AAAAAAAAANM/k3NPLoD9Xa4/s72-c/cart+grill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-1005798295980415318</id><published>2010-04-18T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:25:40.408-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where are the parents?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brethren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Pork Poke Out</title><content type='html'>As you're all well aware, I work in a meat department. I thought one of the pigs went and came to life, but it was just this woman thinking she was cute with her pork chops all hanging out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9kKGES1FeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Sp7Fo7DjOQQ/s1600/IMAG0907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9kKGES1FeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Sp7Fo7DjOQQ/s400/IMAG0907.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465410722139018722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture really doesn't do the situation justice. Her shirt was up waaaaayyyy higher than this for the majority of the time she was squirming around the store. I mean, she has to know her gut is hanging out her shirt, right? Oh, why?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-1005798295980415318?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1005798295980415318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/pork-poke-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/1005798295980415318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/1005798295980415318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/pork-poke-out.html' title='Pork Poke Out'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9kKGES1FeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Sp7Fo7DjOQQ/s72-c/IMAG0907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-2897173774230212316</id><published>2010-04-17T00:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:53:52.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public official fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Authority'/><title type='text'>Mid-Traffic Smoke Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9kJKCWGEaI/AAAAAAAAANw/sk1zm_wwk6A/s1600/IMAG0908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9kJKCWGEaI/AAAAAAAAANw/sk1zm_wwk6A/s400/IMAG0908.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465409690823692706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic on Wood Street usually comes to a standstill during rush hour because of all of the buses. This&lt;a href="http://www.portauthority.org"&gt; PAT&lt;/a&gt; bus driver decided to use that time to his advantage and take a quick smoke break. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, he just simply left the bus in the middle of the street and decided to stretch his legs and puff on his cigarette. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-2897173774230212316?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2897173774230212316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/mid-traffic-smoke-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/2897173774230212316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/2897173774230212316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/mid-traffic-smoke-break.html' title='Mid-Traffic Smoke Break'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9kJKCWGEaI/AAAAAAAAANw/sk1zm_wwk6A/s72-c/IMAG0908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-3918583677248781652</id><published>2010-04-14T13:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:30:12.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where are the parents?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brethren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Crazy Cafe Vol. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9CHMHtZXAI/AAAAAAAAANE/nzGNvqft7bM/s1600/0316002142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9CHMHtZXAI/AAAAAAAAANE/nzGNvqft7bM/s400/0316002142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463014990298045442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WTF is this? I don't think that should count as a shirt. The whole word does not want to see your chicken ass body. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No shame, I'm tellin you. When your nips are clearly visible cuz of the GIANT &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;HOLES &lt;/span&gt;in your clothing, you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;need &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to change. ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-3918583677248781652?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/3918583677248781652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-cafe-vol-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/3918583677248781652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/3918583677248781652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-cafe-vol-2.html' title='Crazy Cafe Vol. 2'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9CHMHtZXAI/AAAAAAAAANE/nzGNvqft7bM/s72-c/0316002142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-6282614404368993896</id><published>2010-04-13T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:39:29.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brethren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><title type='text'>Somebody Doesn't Like Public Ridiculousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9CJUqcQEUI/AAAAAAAAANU/sBxX5ENxAxk/s1600/pr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9CJUqcQEUI/AAAAAAAAANU/sBxX5ENxAxk/s400/pr.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463017336083583298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not everybody likes Public Ridiculousness. And that's okay, I never expected to be universally loved. But damn! I never thought anyone would get that offended! That's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;ridiculous &lt;/span&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm down with opinions and all that until they get disrespectful. Especially when it doesn't personally affect the person who's expressing that opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. in case anybody wants to argue about this, the internet is legally considered a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;public &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;place :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-6282614404368993896?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6282614404368993896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/somebody-doesnt-like-public.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6282614404368993896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6282614404368993896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/somebody-doesnt-like-public.html' title='Somebody Doesn&apos;t Like Public Ridiculousness'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S9CJUqcQEUI/AAAAAAAAANU/sBxX5ENxAxk/s72-c/pr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-8895292966926100221</id><published>2010-04-12T02:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T02:38:00.422-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ugly side of fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil Kim'/><title type='text'>The Ever-Changing Faces of Lil Kim</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I'm actually a really big fan of Lil' Kim. I've been following her since 2000 when her album, Notorious K.I.M. came out. I honestly don't even think what she's done to herself is funny at all--I think it's pretty sad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="600" height="355" id="timerimeSWF" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://timerime.com/flash/timerimeSWF.swf?Qxml=310219&amp;amp;embedded=1"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://timerime.com/flash/timerimeSWF.swf?Qxml=310219&amp;amp;embedded=1" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="600" height="355" name="timerimeSWF" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-8895292966926100221?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8895292966926100221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/ever-changing-faces-of-lil-kim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/8895292966926100221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/8895292966926100221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/ever-changing-faces-of-lil-kim.html' title='The Ever-Changing Faces of Lil Kim'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-3455244579103595469</id><published>2010-04-08T22:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:45:23.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point Park Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brethren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Keep Your Feet Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S79mnMBKh0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Xq9AYN9kHIg/s1600/foot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458194096823371586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S79mnMBKh0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Xq9AYN9kHIg/s400/foot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know this one is kinda hard to see, but I had to be &lt;em&gt;extra&lt;/em&gt; sneaky this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude in my class (incidentally, the same one with &lt;a href="http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-i-know-why-its-called-di-abetes-cuz.html"&gt;injector boy&lt;/a&gt;) decided to get comfy and take off his shoes in class. A little weird on its own, but when those "shoes" are FLIP FLOPS it becomes absolutely ridiculous! No socks. No shoes. No sense!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this picture did justice to the gravity of the situation. As class progressed, he decided to prop his feet up on the table as though he were at home in a longue chair, placing his feet on the coffee table. Don't nobody wanna see that in class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-3455244579103595469?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/3455244579103595469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-your-feet-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/3455244579103595469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/3455244579103595469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-your-feet-away.html' title='Keep Your Feet Away!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S79mnMBKh0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Xq9AYN9kHIg/s72-c/foot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-7136569149246069872</id><published>2010-04-06T23:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:50:09.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absolutely disgusting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public official fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Would You Eat This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S79oKLJYidI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VTnjbNnVfcY/s1600/potato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458195797396457938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S79oKLJYidI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VTnjbNnVfcY/s400/potato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer is hell no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cafeteria served up this lovely potato today. While both look equally disgusting, the one on the left is completely not cooked. In fact, I can't even say it's just not cooked, it's seriously deformed. Potatoes aren't that rusty raw so I don't know what happened to it. This is what we pay over two grand a semester for? Wow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-7136569149246069872?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/7136569149246069872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/would-you-eath-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/7136569149246069872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/7136569149246069872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/would-you-eath-this.html' title='Would You Eat This?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S79oKLJYidI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VTnjbNnVfcY/s72-c/potato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-8844530255468901513</id><published>2010-04-04T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:55:13.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uhh...no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><title type='text'>You Just Couldn't Wait, Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S79pDpEo_jI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WgE8Rgi0mks/s1600/IMAG0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458196784682171954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S79pDpEo_jI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WgE8Rgi0mks/s400/IMAG0833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will admit, the trolley ride to the South Hills can be pretty depressing. But drinking isn't going to help it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate riding the T at night because it is usually filled with people who are apparently under the influence. The once owner of this can had no problem putting his business out there for everyone to see. If you can't even wait until you get off of the T to pop open a can of beer, you need to stay on past your stop, ride out to the Bethel Village stop, walk up the hill to UPMC South Hills and get yourself some immediate help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-8844530255468901513?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8844530255468901513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-just-couldnt-wait-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/8844530255468901513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/8844530255468901513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-just-couldnt-wait-huh.html' title='You Just Couldn&apos;t Wait, Huh?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S79pDpEo_jI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WgE8Rgi0mks/s72-c/IMAG0833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-6012445213086092187</id><published>2010-04-01T00:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:07:51.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weave'/><title type='text'>Weavin thru the Crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S7QaZ9n1yTI/AAAAAAAAAME/27ewMH68b2A/s1600/weave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S7QaZ9n1yTI/AAAAAAAAAME/27ewMH68b2A/s400/weave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455014081993230642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Yes, that's 100% real horse hair on the ground. Some poor girl (hopefully, I mean, this is Pittsburgh in the near the cultural district, now) lost her damn hair downtown. I mean, I guess it's better that she left it on the ground. How ghetto would it have been if she put it in her purse and glued it back in on the bus or something? That woulda been a better picture, I can say that much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2280781526212949048-6012445213086092187?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6012445213086092187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/weavin-thru-crowd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6012445213086092187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6012445213086092187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/weavin-thru-crowd.html' title='Weavin thru the Crowd'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S7QaZ9n1yTI/AAAAAAAAAME/27ewMH68b2A/s72-c/weave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-7749082786161637884</id><published>2010-03-26T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:22:02.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where are the parents?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uhh...no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><title type='text'>Crazy Cafe Vol. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I could have created an entire blog about the craziness down in the Point Cafe at night. All kind of creatures roll through there: dancers, queens, brethren galore, children in barefeet. It's really a circus. And so begins my series on the Crazy Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S7Qd3wZP54I/AAAAAAAAAMM/RSsIdN3mpcw/s400/0316002144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm glad this girl is comfortable walking around Point Park like it's her home.  I've said before that these kids act like Point Park is their giant mansion. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why don't the rules of public decorum EVER apply here? One wouldn't walk into McDonald's wearing that 'outfit.' All of Point Park does not need to see your robe and slippers. She could have at least put on a beater and basketball shorts or something if she really didn't want to get dressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2280781526212949048-7749082786161637884?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/7749082786161637884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-cafe-vol-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/7749082786161637884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/7749082786161637884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-cafe-vol-1.html' title='Crazy Cafe Vol. 1'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S7Qd3wZP54I/AAAAAAAAAMM/RSsIdN3mpcw/s72-c/0316002144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-6895905688661049674</id><published>2010-03-24T13:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T02:01:58.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t you read'/><title type='text'>Something Fishy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S62e2zIcYFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/poiVXVrP90Y/s1600/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S62e2zIcYFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/poiVXVrP90Y/s400/fish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453189388091285586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fish in the mini pond at Monroeville Mall have no chance. The sign clearly instructs people to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;throw coins in the pond. But what do people do? Throw coins in the pond of course! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-6895905688661049674?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6895905688661049674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-fishy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6895905688661049674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6895905688661049674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-fishy.html' title='Something Fishy'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S62e2zIcYFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/poiVXVrP90Y/s72-c/fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-5072730170211179832</id><published>2010-03-23T23:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:20:02.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absolutely disgusting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brethren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Classroom Shootup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This dude really sat next to me, took his blood sugar measurement AND THEN PROCEEDED TO INJECT HIMSELF!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S6mMdldWANI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MatUjEuip1M/s1600-h/IMAG0479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452043263807979730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S6mMdldWANI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MatUjEuip1M/s400/IMAG0479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, that picture is NOT a setup. He really did this in the middle of class. (How did I get this picture? Come on, my career goal is to become an investigative journalist! I think you can see that I shouldn't have much trouble catching people in the act of their ridiculousnesses.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could write a dissertation on how inappropriate, disgusting, unsanitary, unslightly, etc. etc. this all is, but I wonder if &lt;i&gt;he &lt;/i&gt;thinks its bad for &lt;i&gt;his &lt;/i&gt;health. I mean, he put the cap to his needle (which goes into his &lt;b&gt;body&lt;/b&gt;) on the table. Really??!! Equally as trifling people sit there, rubbing snot, saliva and God knows what else into it. This is the school where people &lt;a href="http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/kiss-my-class.html"&gt;kiss walls&lt;/a&gt;, remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time this happens, I'm going to calmly raise my hand and ask my teacher if I may be excused from class because I'm uncomfortable with injection drugs. That would be an interesting post... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-5072730170211179832?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5072730170211179832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-i-know-why-its-called-di-abetes-cuz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5072730170211179832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5072730170211179832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-i-know-why-its-called-di-abetes-cuz.html' title='Classroom Shootup'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S6mMdldWANI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MatUjEuip1M/s72-c/IMAG0479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-2282997267494921408</id><published>2010-03-20T00:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:10:13.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where are the parents?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brethren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>WFV Hillbillies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was excited the other day to get my very first e-mail photo submission for my blog!! That is, until I saw the picture.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S6RVs3JAs7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/m0uWU8nh6T0/s1600-h/IMG00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S6RVs3JAs7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/m0uWU8nh6T0/s400/IMG00088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450575678229492658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is directly from the email: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Although I (almost) hate to poke fun at my own kind (WV hillbillies) - this was  too good to pass up.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This woman walked into a [grocery store], in PUBLIC, in front of God and  everyone, wearing this shirt -- and toting a kid with her.  And yes, she  willingly posed for me, while extolling her tale of how she won it in a bar. &lt;/blockquote&gt;What wonderful parenting skills. Even her kid knows she's wrong for that. LOOK AT HIS SIDE EYE ACTION! West. Fuckin. Virginia? How about Child. Fuckin. Protective Services? He's screwed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;West Virginians are not particularly known for their common sense and practicality and this woman does not do anything to change that. I wonder what she had to do to win it...actually, maybe I'm (and you) are better off &lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;knowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Leslie for the pic and being a good sport about her "own kind" lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-2282997267494921408?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2282997267494921408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/wfv-hillbillies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/2282997267494921408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/2282997267494921408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/wfv-hillbillies.html' title='WFV Hillbillies'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S6RVs3JAs7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/m0uWU8nh6T0/s72-c/IMG00088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-5108200047075529655</id><published>2010-03-18T22:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T02:09:09.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><title type='text'>What's Really 'Out of Order' Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S62fzLDDMhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GRzM9TD00U8/s1600/IMAG0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S62fzLDDMhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GRzM9TD00U8/s400/IMAG0477.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453190425303265810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is March 18th, and I was in one of the computer labs inside the library at Point Park. One of the machines happened to be "out of order" (why can't you just say broke? it's a computer not a bathroom...). I understand that things like that happen so I didn't think much of it. But upon closer inspection of the sign, it says that it has been in such condition since&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; October 1, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. 5 1/2 months isn't enough time to get the computer fixed? I feel like I need a refund for my technology fee because it's quite clear that they aren't using the money for technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-5108200047075529655?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5108200047075529655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-is-march-18th.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5108200047075529655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5108200047075529655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-is-march-18th.html' title='What&apos;s Really &apos;Out of Order&apos; Here?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S62fzLDDMhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GRzM9TD00U8/s72-c/IMAG0477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-5653317186338451213</id><published>2010-03-14T23:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:38:36.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where are the parents?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brethren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ugly side of fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Attack of the Killer Clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S52qm3Xmd6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/aTa-7BR25Ek/s1600-h/lil_wayne_fan_007_wenn54410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S52qm3Xmd6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/aTa-7BR25Ek/s320/lil_wayne_fan_007_wenn54410.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448698708862859170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This hooker (she's not really one, at least I don't think...) shows off her Weezy tattoo outside of *his* &lt;a href="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/clicktrack/2010/03/morning_click_lil_wayne_finall.html"&gt;prison&lt;/a&gt;. There are no words colorful enough for this chick. I mean look at her. She looks like a clown from space, a martian from one of (D)wayne's songs. I hope &lt;a href="http://mixtapemaestro.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/nicki-minaj.jpeg"&gt;Nicki Minaj&lt;/a&gt; didn't see her cuz I'm afraid she might have actually cosigned this shit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pic from &lt;a href="http://crunktastical.net"&gt;Crunk&amp;amp;Disorderly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-5653317186338451213?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5653317186338451213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/attack-of-killer-clown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5653317186338451213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5653317186338451213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/attack-of-killer-clown.html' title='Attack of the Killer Clown'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S52qm3Xmd6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/aTa-7BR25Ek/s72-c/lil_wayne_fan_007_wenn54410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-6587332810961217031</id><published>2010-03-14T14:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:45:18.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where are the parents?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crack Attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Suga Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S50tmzT-yAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fn_6fDBOKkI/s1600-h/n000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S50tmzT-yAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fn_6fDBOKkI/s320/n000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448561268820461570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, I did not take this picture and I don't know who did. If I had, I would have to seriously sit down and reconsider my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pic from &lt;a href="http://hotghettomess.com"&gt;hotghettomess.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-6587332810961217031?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6587332810961217031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/suga-mama.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6587332810961217031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6587332810961217031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/suga-mama.html' title='Suga Mama'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S50tmzT-yAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fn_6fDBOKkI/s72-c/n000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-5472598636889358097</id><published>2010-03-14T14:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:38:54.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old people have no shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>How to Piss Me Off Vol. 1</title><content type='html'>It's not hard to come up with postings for this blog. People act ridiculous all the time in public, so this thing basically writes by itself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, that can be a bit of a problem. I enjoy writing and I want to do a little bit more of it here. That's why I'm starting the "How to Piss Me Off" series. Basically I'm going to write about what pisses me off in any given scenario. This week: work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the top 5 ways to piss me off at work. These are all based on actual things that happen to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Ask me if I work here&lt;/i&gt;...Is this a serious question? Why else do you think I'm standing on the sales floor in a company uniform straightening up the case? Is it a case of vocabulary? Like, are you wondering if I'm volunteering or actually getting paid? Stupidity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;Ask me where something is located outside of my department&lt;/i&gt;...For the most part, all the employees at my store are assigned to certain departments where they spend their entire day. There are a few floaters (affectionately [yeah, right] referred to as greeters) that walk around the store helping people, and they are clearly identified by their lazy, oafish appearance in which they stand while other workers bust their asses running the store (but that's another post).  Anyway, back to the point. I work in the meat department as evidenced by my white smock that ends up covered in blood every day. Don't ask me where peanut brittle is located. I have no idea and I don't have the brain space to care. Nor the time or motivation to find out. Ask someone else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Ask me for organic napkins&lt;/i&gt;...Now this only happened once, but it still gets to me to this day. What in Jesus' name is an organic napkin? And certainly you can't believe that the meat department is going to be the place you find it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Threaten to shop somewhere else&lt;/i&gt;..."I'll just go to Shop 'n Save then!" The classic remark from disgruntled members of the elderly population (especially, but not exclusively) when a product they want is out of stock. "There's one near &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?source=ig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=1G1GGLQ_ENUS363&amp;amp;q=5055+Library+Road+15102&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=5055+Library+Rd,+Bethel+Park,+PA+15102&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;ei=KSydS9zQF4H48Abgq4CQDg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ved=0CAcQ8gEwAA"&gt;Walmart on 88&lt;/a&gt;," I always say back, to their even angrier expression. Honey, you must understand that I'm an hourly employee. My paycheck will be the same week in and week out no matter if you shop here, there or anywhere. Get a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S50s6KQ7N5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4--vIlRg4UI/s1600-h/IMAG0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S50s6KQ7N5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4--vIlRg4UI/s320/IMAG0105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448560501887547282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;i&gt; Say, "Excuse me, miss."&lt;/i&gt;...I am not a girl!!!! I, for the life of me, cannot understand why I am constantly confused for a girl!?!?! This happens on an almost daily basis. My mom told me that it's probably because I wear earrings and that the old people can't tell the difference when they see them. I thought that that was ridiculous, but at least somewhat reasonable. But it continued to happen even once I took OUT my earrings!! I always tell the people that call me miss, ma'am, her or she that I am a sir. They become so embarrassed that I have to walk away to make the situation feel less awkward. I don't care if that seems rude! I'm not a girl! I have short hair, peach fuzz on my face, clunky work boots AND ABOVE ALL a name tag that reads JUSTIN!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-5472598636889358097?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5472598636889358097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-piss-me-off-vol-1.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5472598636889358097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5472598636889358097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-piss-me-off-vol-1.html' title='How to Piss Me Off Vol. 1'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S50s6KQ7N5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4--vIlRg4UI/s72-c/IMAG0105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-2191621822725464641</id><published>2010-03-13T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:40:21.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><title type='text'>Century III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5yTOds_znI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fzPBt29_gIk/s1600-h/IMAG0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5yTOds_znI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fzPBt29_gIk/s320/IMAG0472.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448391525912268402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5yTOl9cQ4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Rzld7_YPOoA/s320/IMAG0473.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448391528128725890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go to &lt;a href="http://www.simon.com/mall/default.aspx?id=155"&gt;Century III&lt;/a&gt; Mall, the place lives more and more up to it's name. It's actually beginning to look like it was built back in century 3.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if it weren't bad enough that 51% of the mall is vacant space, the roof also leaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the owners must know that the place is dead, otherwise they would have made an attempt to fix it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see how long it stays like this. My guess: as long as the mall remains open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-2191621822725464641?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2191621822725464641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/century-iii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/2191621822725464641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/2191621822725464641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/century-iii.html' title='Century III'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5yTOds_znI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fzPBt29_gIk/s72-c/IMAG0472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-3209188517714853291</id><published>2010-03-13T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:12:54.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where are the parents?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public official fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brethren'/><title type='text'>St. Retarded Drunk's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy St. RD Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5yUYaRIcnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/408gE8OsmbA/s1600-h/IMAG0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5yUYaRIcnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/408gE8OsmbA/s320/IMAG0470.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448392796300407410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few hours after the St. Patrick's Day parade downtown this morning, a man too drunk to walk kindly decided to lay down in the Terris parking lot across from Point Park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was no indication that he was seriously hurt as nobody at the scene seemed panicked. As you can see in the picture above, the "rescue team" seems to be huddling over the guy in a "what the hell is it" sort of stance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good question.  Stay safe out there today...or else you may end up on here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-3209188517714853291?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/3209188517714853291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-retarded-drunks-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/3209188517714853291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/3209188517714853291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-retarded-drunks-day.html' title='St. Retarded Drunk&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5yUYaRIcnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/408gE8OsmbA/s72-c/IMAG0470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-3848782023663788533</id><published>2010-03-13T09:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:13:48.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where are the parents?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uhh...no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Another Indian Outrage...uhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5yD0Bgg2VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zBXfXFabcaI/s1600-h/IMAG0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5yD0Bgg2VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zBXfXFabcaI/s320/IMAG0404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448374578992699730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent spring break in New York, and this wonderful image was posted on one of the walls of the hotel I stayed in. It reads 'Another Indian Outrage.' This is one of the most offensive things I have ever seen!! Even worse is the fact that they are children! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's art and all and that I'm sure it some kind of political commentary from the '30s, but it was still surprising to see this in a hotel room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-3848782023663788533?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/3848782023663788533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-indian-outrageuhh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/3848782023663788533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/3848782023663788533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-indian-outrageuhh.html' title='Another Indian Outrage...uhh'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5yD0Bgg2VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zBXfXFabcaI/s72-c/IMAG0404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-1557693974531581909</id><published>2010-03-12T23:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:14:33.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food at ppu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><title type='text'>Flaming Meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Flaming meat...another, "yeah, at Point Park what else do you expect" kinda deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5x6dOefNoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fgdsa9F6_Kw/s1600-h/IMAG0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5x6dOefNoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fgdsa9F6_Kw/s320/IMAG0465.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448364291732223618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, let me quit. That one was a little too far hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, this is what happened in the Point Cafe when I ordered a cheeseburger tonight. Immediately upon placement on the grill, the patty burst into flames. The cook just set it down and BAM! fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell is mixed in with the beef that is flammable? I wish that the picture would have come out better, because, I'm telling you, the fire was to the ceiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only good thing about it was that it was the FIRST TIME THIS YEAR that I got a burger that wasn't just a little bit pink in the middle. At least I didn't have salmonella to worry about this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-1557693974531581909?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1557693974531581909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/flaming-meat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/1557693974531581909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/1557693974531581909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/flaming-meat.html' title='Flaming Meat'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5x6dOefNoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fgdsa9F6_Kw/s72-c/IMAG0465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-7174558578244090931</id><published>2010-03-12T18:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:14:56.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Wrap it Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5x4MD9UQgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Yayn8hLdsIw/s1600-h/IMAG0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5x4MD9UQgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Yayn8hLdsIw/s320/IMAG0424.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448361797827707394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;How fitting that at Point Park the best place for a condom is on a piece of fruit. I mean it's like having a judge in a courtroom...condoms on fruit...at Point Park...get it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naw, maybe that was wrong of me, but still it's the damn truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just a shame that the kidz probably play around with more condoms than they use them for their intended purpose. And we wonder why the STD rates keep climbing...smh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-7174558578244090931?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/7174558578244090931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/wrap-it-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/7174558578244090931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/7174558578244090931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/wrap-it-up.html' title='Wrap it Up'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S5x4MD9UQgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Yayn8hLdsIw/s72-c/IMAG0424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-4852598752135321764</id><published>2010-03-12T16:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:44:14.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it!</title><content type='html'>It's been nearly a month since my last entry!! That's ridiculousness if I ever heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved a friendly reminder in my e-mail today about blogging for class. My teacher sat down to grade them today. Praise the Lord that she decided to give an extension until Monday because I would have been screwed. I haven't blogged one time since she last graded our blogs!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no excuses for that, other than being a very busy college student (not too valid of an excuse, I know). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back tonight with more entries. This is going to be a very interesting weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-4852598752135321764?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4852598752135321764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/4852598752135321764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/4852598752135321764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-5000177197849249601</id><published>2010-02-18T15:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:06:59.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ugly side of fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is this what we really care about?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic'/><title type='text'>Is This What We Really Care About?</title><content type='html'>Looking through Google News is a part of my daily routine. I couldn't believe that this story was really making headlines today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S32rhXTrmyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tG6YvH721cg/s1600-h/tooth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S32rhXTrmyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tG6YvH721cg/s400/tooth.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439692514614024994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realize that this story comes from the keystone of journalistic quality: Us Magazine. But still, to have that on a main page is absolutely ridiculous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think about the other day in class when a professor of mine told us that nobody in his class got the answer right about the U.S. invasion of Afghanistan on a current events quiz. The question involved the city of Marja, a place nobody could recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that quiz had asked who is the famous couple whose son child just lost a tooth, however, I wonder how many of those people would have gotten the answer right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what we really care about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-5000177197849249601?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5000177197849249601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-what-we-really-care-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5000177197849249601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5000177197849249601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-what-we-really-care-about.html' title='Is This What We Really Care About?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S32rhXTrmyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tG6YvH721cg/s72-c/tooth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-1070427866524467767</id><published>2010-02-17T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:11:25.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll: What do you want to see?</title><content type='html'>So I've been at this blog thing for about a month now.  I don't have the amount of readers I would like, but hey, that's life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those of you who do check out the blog every now and then, I want your opinion...what exactly do you want to see from this blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NjM4MzM2NDczNCZwdD*xMjY2MzgzNDQ1NTM4JnA9MTYxNjAxJmQ9d3d3LnF1aWJibG8uY29tJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEm/bz1hZmJiOThiNWU3Mzk*NTE2YjYxMDA4Mjc2ZGU3ZjM4NCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object data="http://apps.quibblo.com/static/flash/qwidget/qwidget.swf?s=&amp;amp;theme=quibblo&amp;amp;quiz=bEp82cT" width="300" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/bEp82cT/What-do-you-want-to-see"&gt;Quibblo.com&lt;/a&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/2280781526212949048-1070427866524467767?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1070427866524467767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/poll-what-do-you-want-to-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/1070427866524467767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/1070427866524467767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/poll-what-do-you-want-to-see.html' title='Poll: What do you want to see?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-5775705421048076193</id><published>2010-02-17T00:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:05:17.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Quiz: How Ridiculous Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NjM4MzAwOTY2MiZwdD*xMjY2MzgzMTEzNDQ1JnA9MTYxNjAxJmQ9d3d3LnF1aWJibG8uY29tJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEm/bz1hZmJiOThiNWU3Mzk*NTE2YjYxMDA4Mjc2ZGU3ZjM4NCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;object width="300" height="400" wmode="transparent" data="http://apps.quibblo.com/static/flash/qwidget/qwidget.swf?s=&amp;theme=quibblo&amp;quiz=bEp0_Jr" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://apps.quibblo.com/static/flash/qwidget/qwidget.swf?s=&amp;theme=quibblo&amp;quiz=bEp0_Jr"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt; &lt;param name="allownetworking" value="all"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="ffffff"&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/bEp0_Jr/How-Ridiculous-Are-You"&gt;Quibblo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-5775705421048076193?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5775705421048076193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/personality-quiz-how-ridiculous-are-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5775705421048076193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5775705421048076193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/personality-quiz-how-ridiculous-are-you.html' title='Personality Quiz: How Ridiculous Are You?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-6633689884815757618</id><published>2010-02-14T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:36:41.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No shade zone'/><title type='text'>Keep Lying (I Dare You)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S3i-oqFEzTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z5FR1AAS7nY/s1600-h/IMAG0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S3i-oqFEzTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z5FR1AAS7nY/s320/IMAG0305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438306155749494066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This face appeared on an episode of Judge Judy last week, and it is one that I absolutely love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wendy Williams, Sr. was not having it as the plaintiff lied on her and her daughter to Judy.  She looks like she is a frame and a half away from snatching her earrings out and stampeding a bitch.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Williams was not found liable and won her case. Can you imagine the expression she would have had if she had lost? I have a feeling she would have immediately transformed into this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S3jAiPKopwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YaRg8VW6NE4/s320/orange.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Monster image courtesy speckyboy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-6633689884815757618?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6633689884815757618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/keep-lying-i-dare-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6633689884815757618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6633689884815757618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/keep-lying-i-dare-you.html' title='Keep Lying (I Dare You)'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S3i-oqFEzTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z5FR1AAS7nY/s72-c/IMAG0305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-2051082570041382303</id><published>2010-02-14T22:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:15:10.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where are the parents?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brethren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Keep Ya Clothes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I work at a grocery store in the South Hills of Pittsburgh. THIS is what walked in the other day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S3i6RPzwzAI/AAAAAAAAADw/gjs9th9ZXQI/s1600-h/IMAG0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S3i6RPzwzAI/AAAAAAAAADw/gjs9th9ZXQI/s320/IMAG0301.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438301355514055682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl, it's as cold as the opposite of hell outside! What are you doing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knows her (small) ass had a snow day today, why does she have on booty shorts and a tied up short sleeve shirt?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-2051082570041382303?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2051082570041382303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/keep-ya-clothes-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/2051082570041382303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/2051082570041382303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/keep-ya-clothes-on.html' title='Keep Ya Clothes On'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S3i6RPzwzAI/AAAAAAAAADw/gjs9th9ZXQI/s72-c/IMAG0301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-8305901302143288497</id><published>2010-02-08T22:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:06:58.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public official fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>A Bad Hand-job</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436086216029480354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S3DbnKLVpaI/AAAAAAAAADg/CGO1xj3yPUE/s400/2010-02-07-palinhandclose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Palin was caught with having notes written on her hand this weekend at the Tea Party Convention in Nashville. If you can't make out the words, they are "Energy," "Budget cuts," "Tax," and "Lift American Spirits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, tsk, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I would have done that on a test in school, I would have failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, you fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alaskan chill must have caused this chick to have permanent brain damage. I think she's had sufficient time to thaw out but she's only getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part about this is that she didn't even try to be conspicuous (and I challenge her personally to define that word). She blatantly looked at her hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436087569456225890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S3Dc18Fa3mI/AAAAAAAAADo/0hjOkfoHjMA/s320/2010-02-07-palincrib.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photo Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/stefan-sirucek/did-palin-use-crib-notes_b_452458.html"&gt;The Huffington Post&lt;/a&gt; and the Associated Press&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-8305901302143288497?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8305901302143288497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-hand-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/8305901302143288497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/8305901302143288497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-hand-job.html' title='A Bad Hand-job'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S3DbnKLVpaI/AAAAAAAAADg/CGO1xj3yPUE/s72-c/2010-02-07-palinhandclose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-4610570824940344971</id><published>2010-02-07T02:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:28:59.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brethren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Of All the Places You Could Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S25rixFRg6I/AAAAAAAAADY/62rowBqL220/s1600-h/IMAG0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S25rixFRg6I/AAAAAAAAADY/62rowBqL220/s320/IMAG0298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435400045317948322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you chose there.  Right in the middle of the snow.  Instead of the clear path around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids love this weather too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-4610570824940344971?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4610570824940344971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-all-places-you-could-step_07.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/4610570824940344971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/4610570824940344971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-all-places-you-could-step_07.html' title='Of All the Places You Could Step'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S25rixFRg6I/AAAAAAAAADY/62rowBqL220/s72-c/IMAG0298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-4366320613997449628</id><published>2010-02-05T19:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:59:57.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>A 'Black History' Meal</title><content type='html'>NBC cooked up a new controversy this week after deciding to serve a meal in the cafeteria that was "In Honor of Black History Month."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2yynsSjrMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bfmcrBVQ1ds/s1600-h/NBC-BLACK-HISTORY-MONTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2yynsSjrMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bfmcrBVQ1ds/s320/NBC-BLACK-HISTORY-MONTH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434915245302983874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's missing is the red Kool Aid and watermelon slices.  I wonder what was for breakfast...Col. Sanders and Aunt Jemima's Chicken &amp; Waffles?  Rastus' Famous Cream of Wheat? Did they take all the beverages out of the vending machines and replace them with 40s? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell yourself immediately NBC.  You are not a real network anymore as you have clearly lost your grip on reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-4366320613997449628?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4366320613997449628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/black-history-meal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/4366320613997449628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/4366320613997449628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/black-history-meal.html' title='A &apos;Black History&apos; Meal'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2yynsSjrMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bfmcrBVQ1ds/s72-c/NBC-BLACK-HISTORY-MONTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-205015225370630008</id><published>2010-02-04T22:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:52:37.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><title type='text'>Bathroom B.S.</title><content type='html'>More from the PPU boy's room. This one comes from the 4th floor of Academic Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lost soul decided to express his emotions on the wall right above the urinal. What an appropriate place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; WIDTH: 360px"&gt;&lt;embed height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="360" src="http://w16.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/faithfan1/Public Ridiculousness/0871919a.pbw" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love best is that the people who contributed to this mess were gramatically correct in their messages (grow a pair COMMA fag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't people just go to the bathroom, do their business and mind it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-205015225370630008?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/205015225370630008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/bathroom-bs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/205015225370630008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/205015225370630008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/bathroom-bs.html' title='Bathroom B.S.'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-7603019006727880450</id><published>2010-02-03T11:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:53:42.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crack Attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Crack Attack</title><content type='html'>I realize people live here on campus at Point Park. That's cool and all, but this is NOT some giant mansion that should be considered home. You should NOT be walking around barefoot and you should NOT be laying around all over the place like the halls are your own personal living rooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't understand that, and one of them looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2mnseFCSSI/AAAAAAAAADI/_gpnapjE5GM/s1600-h/crackattack2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434058807829481762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2mnseFCSSI/AAAAAAAAADI/_gpnapjE5GM/s320/crackattack2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better place to take a nap than in the middle of Thayer Hall on a weekday afternoon?  This genius couldn't think of one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He thought it was fine to just plop down with his pants on the ground, pants on the ground, looking like a fool while he's sleeping safe and sound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go the blank home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Thank God I'm only working with a cell phone camera here because y'all KNOW that crack was BRUTAL in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-7603019006727880450?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/7603019006727880450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/crack-attack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/7603019006727880450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/7603019006727880450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/crack-attack.html' title='Crack Attack'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2mnseFCSSI/AAAAAAAAADI/_gpnapjE5GM/s72-c/crackattack2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-6238157021497223230</id><published>2010-01-31T19:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:35:52.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uhh...no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Kiss my Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2Ymu7k120I/AAAAAAAAACU/HkifVhroggs/s1600-h/kissmyclass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2Ymu7k120I/AAAAAAAAACU/HkifVhroggs/s320/kissmyclass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433072588177136450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those are lips on the wall.  These luscious beauties were found on the wall in the main lobby of Point Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who kisses walls?  Obviously two idiots, but aside from them, who?  With swine, staph, cheilosis, rhinovirus and who knows what the hell else floating around these halls...WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-6238157021497223230?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6238157021497223230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/kiss-my-class.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6238157021497223230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/6238157021497223230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/kiss-my-class.html' title='Kiss my Class'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2Ymu7k120I/AAAAAAAAACU/HkifVhroggs/s72-c/kissmyclass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-5148922211208902596</id><published>2010-01-30T15:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:38:18.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uhh...no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy Ike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Get Your Children! --UPDATED--</title><content type='html'>This one REALLY pissed me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, a local singer by the name of &lt;a href="http://www.joyike.com"&gt;Joy Ike &lt;/a&gt;came to PPU to perform.  She only had the space in the side of the lobby, so the setting was very intimate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED IN THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2OP4YLFKQI/AAAAAAAAABk/ySgro3DprG0/s1600-h/IMAG0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2OP4YLFKQI/AAAAAAAAABk/ySgro3DprG0/s320/IMAG0265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432343774263322882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2OSTNh5KFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/j0v09sPsljE/s1600-h/IMAG0266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2OSTNh5KFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/j0v09sPsljE/s320/IMAG0266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346434285938770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ORo4WuuJI/AAAAAAAAABs/xqvloJTTpMk/s1600-h/IMAG0263+(2)+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ORo4WuuJI/AAAAAAAAABs/xqvloJTTpMk/s320/IMAG0263+(2)+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432345707047467154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE ADULTS REALLY DON'T NOTICE THAT THE CHILDREN &lt;em&gt;THEY&lt;/em&gt; BROUGHT ARE ACTING LIKE DEMONS WHILE THIS WOMAN IS POURING HER HEART OUT??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2SYgPIGsWI/AAAAAAAAACM/MeC_SW5NFM4/s1600-h/IMAG0263+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2SYgPIGsWI/AAAAAAAAACM/MeC_SW5NFM4/s320/IMAG0263+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432634730099421538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe that these adults, the one in the middle clearly the mother, were allowing the children to run around, scream, and play games while Joy was performing.  They need a belt cracked across their asses a few good times (&lt;em&gt;They &lt;/em&gt;includes the adults).  That's the only reason why they shouldn't be seated at a performance like that--from the pain on their bee-hinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part of this whole ordeal was, that after they decided to leave (IN THE MIDDLE OF A SONG OF COURSE), the mother is gonna come over to where I was sitting and say "Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you KIDDING me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't apologize to me.  Apologize to Joy.  Apologize to your children for teaching them that they can act any kind of way they want in public.  Apologize to yourself for not parenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents, what is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Joy Ike actually commented on this post on my Facebook page.  She let me know that the person I called idiot #3 on an earlier version of this post was her friend, &lt;a href="http://cameronblakemusic.com/Home.php"&gt;Cameron Blake&lt;/a&gt;, who performed at the show that night as well.  Sorry to Joy and Cameron.  I guess that makes me idiot #4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-5148922211208902596?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5148922211208902596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-your-children.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5148922211208902596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5148922211208902596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-your-children.html' title='Get Your Children! --UPDATED--'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2OP4YLFKQI/AAAAAAAAABk/ySgro3DprG0/s72-c/IMAG0265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-4872942872525466833</id><published>2010-01-30T01:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:51:27.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously though?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><title type='text'>You're a Lazy *****</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2PQwRqSvTI/AAAAAAAAACE/UTSNTGVu9Q0/s1600-h/IMAG0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2PQwRqSvTI/AAAAAAAAACE/UTSNTGVu9Q0/s320/IMAG0270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432415103332039986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert whichever expletive you choose above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These idiots in the cafe thought it was too much to finish the trip to the trash can.  Mind you, the trash can really is an old Frito-Lay box, but that's beside the point.  Really now, how lazy can you be?  If you drop something, pick it up. Manners anyone?  I have a strong feeling that whoever dropped this is related to the wonderful family from the previous post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-4872942872525466833?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4872942872525466833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/4872942872525466833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/4872942872525466833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-lazy.html' title='You&apos;re a Lazy *****'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2PQwRqSvTI/AAAAAAAAACE/UTSNTGVu9Q0/s72-c/IMAG0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-1525648944300234582</id><published>2010-01-27T18:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:21:25.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uhh...no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Mad Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2B7iL5rQXI/AAAAAAAAABc/CQwP_4-qiIY/s1600-h/bride-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2B7iL5rQXI/AAAAAAAAABc/CQwP_4-qiIY/s320/bride-cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431476977849287026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Lil' Mama lookin bridezilla princess is mad. I think she has other plans for that knife...just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time in history that the cake was happier than the bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouts to C&amp;D for the pic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-1525648944300234582?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1525648944300234582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/1525648944300234582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/1525648944300234582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/cake.html' title='Mad Cake'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2B7iL5rQXI/AAAAAAAAABc/CQwP_4-qiIY/s72-c/bride-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-5743494606616027703</id><published>2010-01-26T21:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:51:39.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I think I&apos;ll take the stairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Proof that Point Park is a Fantasy Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S1-q3_QAbKI/AAAAAAAAABU/kt20rF2pjpc/s1600-h/0126002107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S1-q3_QAbKI/AAAAAAAAABU/kt20rF2pjpc/s320/0126002107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431247554480204962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where on Earth is that? No seriously. For everyone that thinks Point Park is a fantasy land or not a "real" place, here's your proof.  Only at PPU will you find a location like that. I'm afraid to even wonder what goes on up there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real, these elevators scare me. I think I'll take the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Trevor for the pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-5743494606616027703?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5743494606616027703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/proof-point-park-is-fantasy-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5743494606616027703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5743494606616027703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/proof-point-park-is-fantasy-land.html' title='Proof that Point Park is a Fantasy Land'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S1-q3_QAbKI/AAAAAAAAABU/kt20rF2pjpc/s72-c/0126002107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-1338383762030233341</id><published>2010-01-26T21:31:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:12:44.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old people have no shame'/><title type='text'>Old People Have No Shame</title><content type='html'>This next one comes from a reader.  Proceed with caution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S1-pvq5gZVI/AAAAAAAAABM/yT91QlItKB8/s1600-h/117256386_c06853460f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S1-pvq5gZVI/AAAAAAAAABM/yT91QlItKB8/s320/117256386_c06853460f_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431246312066540882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I was in Rite Aid picking up some meds and this older lady was on the phone talking all loud. That kinda mess already works my nerves. So of course if someone is talking loud, you listen in on their conversation---something I regret afterward. This lady was talking about how she had some kinda surgery on her 'downtown' area and how it was all itchy and uncomfortable and she was getting medicine."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm yummy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't grandma just quietly buy her vagina cream?  The visual that comes with that is awkward enough for the cashier, she doesn't need to broadcast it to the whole store.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Chloe for the story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-1338383762030233341?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1338383762030233341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-people-have-no-shame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/1338383762030233341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/1338383762030233341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-people-have-no-shame.html' title='Old People Have No Shame'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S1-pvq5gZVI/AAAAAAAAABM/yT91QlItKB8/s72-c/117256386_c06853460f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-5825981618437195594</id><published>2010-01-25T21:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:22:52.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PPU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF were you thinking'/><title type='text'>Public Display of Excretion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S15aaEvReMI/AAAAAAAAABE/LDW00oH6elQ/s1600-h/imagejpeg_2_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S15aaEvReMI/AAAAAAAAABE/LDW00oH6elQ/s320/imagejpeg_2_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430877604650514626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That spot is exactly what you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken in the 10th-floor boy's bathroom in the West Penn Building at PPU.  Someone either mistook the garbage can for a toilet or mistook this school as a kindergarten (although when I was in kindergarten, I had been potty trained for 2 or 3 years...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks (I guess, bleh) to TCM for the pic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-5825981618437195594?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5825981618437195594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/public-display-of-excretion.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5825981618437195594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5825981618437195594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/public-display-of-excretion.html' title='Public Display of Excretion'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S15aaEvReMI/AAAAAAAAABE/LDW00oH6elQ/s72-c/imagejpeg_2_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-5131195356447493340</id><published>2010-01-25T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:23:03.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uhh...no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ugly side of fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic'/><title type='text'>Uhh...No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S13R8IjeBgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMDqa8ZRDmE/s1600-h/lilkim3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S13R8IjeBgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMDqa8ZRDmE/s320/lilkim3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430727556697294338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S13R_mKd52I/AAAAAAAAAA0/-HNkhBSznAk/s1600-h/lilkim4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S13R_mKd52I/AAAAAAAAAA0/-HNkhBSznAk/s320/lilkim4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430727616185100130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' Kim attended Diddy's son's birthday party over the weekend looking like she just pulled her "face" out of a pile of crack a la Tony Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shame.  Just 2 weeks ago, she looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S13SCQLXnAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t_D5SUJ8oRg/s1600-h/lilkim5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S13SCQLXnAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t_D5SUJ8oRg/s320/lilkim5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430727661822909442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell happened in 14 days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lil' Kim, but I cannot sponsor this mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-5131195356447493340?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5131195356447493340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/uhhno.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5131195356447493340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/5131195356447493340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/uhhno.html' title='Uhh...No'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S13R8IjeBgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMDqa8ZRDmE/s72-c/lilkim3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280781526212949048.post-7986938957059810263</id><published>2010-01-20T12:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:11:29.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280781526212949048-7986938957059810263?l=publicridiculousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/feeds/7986938957059810263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/7986938957059810263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280781526212949048/posts/default/7986938957059810263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicridiculousness.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811778495066308620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3alaF6PtSYY/S2ZMbHLNC2I/AAAAAAAAACg/gIdRbjHCpr8/S220/3TURNTABLES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
