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Kirk'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='vociferous'/><category term='surprising'/><category term='bears'/><category term='yellow'/><category term='tastebuds'/><category term='problem'/><category term='orthodontist'/><category term='unsexy'/><category term='wheelbarrow'/><category term='दीर'/><category term='sad'/><category term='novacaine'/><category term='fish'/><category term='muscles'/><category term='poker'/><category term='UCB'/><category term='penmanship'/><category term='Betty Boop'/><category term='audacious'/><category term='balloons'/><category term='Señor Sassmacho'/><category term='cast'/><category term='pole'/><category term='thought bubble'/><category term='drink'/><category term='hans and fras'/><category term='sports'/><category term='link'/><category term='scrabble'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='dance'/><category term='फवं'/><category term='420'/><category term='naked people'/><category term='buttons'/><category term='horse'/><category term='silly message'/><category term='blue'/><category term='bald guy'/><category term='statue'/><category term='squirrel'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='wires'/><category term='bedtime story'/><category term='efficient'/><category term='belies'/><category term='rigged'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Italics'/><category term='dog. blue dog'/><category term='movie'/><category term='sarah palin'/><category term='people'/><category term='superwoman'/><category term='Juju the songwriter'/><category term='plane'/><category term='dank'/><category term='butterflies'/><category term='embarrassed'/><category term='shapes'/><category term='ocean'/><category term='babies'/><category term='box'/><category term='underwater cars'/><category term='manager'/><category term='graph'/><category term='bicycle helmet'/><category term='butt'/><category term='star wars'/><category term='boy'/><category term='pink dog'/><category term='real'/><category term='Paul Rudd'/><category term='shield'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='forest'/><category term='wrinkled shirt'/><category term='airplane crash'/><category term='swimsuits'/><category term='crinkly'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Sex in the City'/><category term='lightbulb'/><category term='sock puppet'/><category term='joyous'/><category term='mel gibson'/><category term='couple'/><category term='pretty woman'/><category term='salacious'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='boobs'/><category term='equus'/><category term='bad mantra'/><category term='ghost'/><category term='enigmatic'/><category term='dictionary.com'/><category term='clock'/><category term='food'/><category term='Lancaster'/><category term='god'/><category term='house'/><category term='duck'/><category term='wheels'/><category term='donkey'/><category term='lady'/><category term='belly dancing'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='shark'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>googlegoop: I google-image a word.  Whatever pops up first I use to write a rad definition</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes the images ring true to the word, sometimes they do not.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8663476880243635060</id><published>2010-12-09T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:36:25.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man licking bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farouche'/><title type='text'>Farouche</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Farouche. People say this is a feeling you get when something bad happens.  Or, it just means you're quiet and anti-social.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Farouche. A man licking a bird!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TQFYWtcC9FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IXdTssm10sQ/s320/15-animal-insolite-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548813363074757714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Farouche. An Old Woman Belly Dancing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TQFZPGJ1xOI/AAAAAAAAAjY/vxjyVs8yuNc/s320/farouche.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548814331781956834" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Farouche. A bunny stretching!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TQFY_pf90JI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/5aqa2tycjZI/s320/lievre-arctique-peu-farouche-instant-decisif_362017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548814066392092818" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Farouche.  An old woman belly dancing next to a man licking a bird and a bunny stretching!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8663476880243635060?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8663476880243635060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8663476880243635060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8663476880243635060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8663476880243635060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2010/12/farouche.html' title='Farouche'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TQFYWtcC9FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IXdTssm10sQ/s72-c/15-animal-insolite-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8606311527647153490</id><published>2010-12-05T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:24:34.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrabble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goldfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shark'/><title type='text'>Scrabble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrabble:&lt;/span&gt; This is the word of the day on dictionary.com.  I hear it is a game you play with friends or it is the action of clawing at someone's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrabble: A goldfish eating a shark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px;" src="http://www.freshbump.com/graphics/image_files_480x400/480x400_ogilvy-mather-s-scrabble-ads.jpg" id="il_fi" height="400" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/alessandrarizzotti/Desktop/scrabble_eethapnl.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrabble: An elephant cut into eight pieces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/alessandrarizzotti/Desktop/480x400_ogilvy-mather-s-scrabble-ads.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; width: 582px; height: 358px;" src="http://www.ibelieveinadv.com/commons/scrabble_eethapnl.jpg" id="il_fi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrabble: Naked people on the beach playing games!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TQFW784tLhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1LTrzKtXxFo/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-09%2Bat%2B2.23.10%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548811803853401618" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrabble: Nak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;ed people on the beach playing games with goldfish eating sharks and sliced elephants!&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/6806743107341993897-8606311527647153490?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8606311527647153490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8606311527647153490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8606311527647153490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8606311527647153490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2010/12/scrabble.html' title='Scrabble'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TQFW784tLhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1LTrzKtXxFo/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-09%2Bat%2B2.23.10%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-6436690506801131001</id><published>2010-11-08T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:34:18.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><title type='text'>Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Jesus.  I hear he is a powerful person who is dead.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus.&lt;/b&gt; A man in a white robe who plays football with little boys.&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TNijjQaxAWI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_F_MZXKImPA/s320/jesus-football.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537355567950004578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus&lt;/b&gt;. A chocolate bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TNikWHnZGSI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0Uy4zZgxEvs/s320/jesus+bar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537356441760373026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus.&lt;/b&gt; A man who wants you to call (or text) him because he misses you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TNikdqN2pxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jRfvsSMlpz4/s320/jesustexts.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537356571307583250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus.  &lt;/b&gt;A man who wears a white robe and wants you to call him so you can enjoy his chocolate or play football with him and some smaller boys he picked up at a park somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-6436690506801131001?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6436690506801131001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=6436690506801131001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6436690506801131001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6436690506801131001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2010/11/jesus.html' title='Jesus'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TNijjQaxAWI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_F_MZXKImPA/s72-c/jesus-football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-9210575614058809780</id><published>2010-10-25T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:14:51.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juju'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloon outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good vibes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good mantra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad mantra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian women with perms.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad vibes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juju the songwriter'/><title type='text'>Juju!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TMXvWOoeqPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UaHbIIequ7w/s1600/cover7-1_52_juju.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juju.  People use this word while doing yoga.  I don't know why.  Maybe these pictures will explain what juju is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juju: A guy with pigtails standing next to decapitated mannequins!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TMXvWOoeqPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UaHbIIequ7w/s320/cover7-1_52_juju.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532090882458560754" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juju: An Asian woman with a perm!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TMXwXrwA4AI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2UNADtFDEnk/s1600/juju_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TMXwXrwA4AI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2UNADtFDEnk/s320/juju_top.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532092006966288386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juju: A person wearing balloons by a river!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/TMXwfloMKHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ZlRmtl3W1ZQ/s320/tschape_juju1_may_07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532092142761814130" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juju: I thought it had to do with someone's spirit, but it must be Asian women with permed hair that wear balloons by a river with decapitated mannequins and men with pigtails.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6806743107341993897-9210575614058809780?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/9210575614058809780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=9210575614058809780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/9210575614058809780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/9210575614058809780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2010/10/juju.html' title='Juju!'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ridiculous: Cheesy Hamburgers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="259" height="194" width="259" height="194" style="width:259px;height:194px" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRP4vHyzsx2baVRd8MBAhDzcxkLhd53Y2KaFMgPQXleY31spPg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__oyB2CWPOk1ryRjhZ30Nj1u8Y9Z8=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ridiculous:  Jessica Biel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://en.ce.cn/entertainment/gossip/200707/20/W020070720424231434079.jpg" id="il_fi" height="353" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ridiculous:  Robert Pattison next to a picture of himself eating a hamburger and hitting on Jessica Biel at the same time (because why would he do that)?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-4202121212128355243?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4202121212128355243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=4202121212128355243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4202121212128355243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4202121212128355243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2010/08/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous!'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-7704727060545697699</id><published>2009-12-16T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:29:11.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rigged'/><title type='text'>Rigged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rigged&lt;/span&gt;.  I think this is like when you go fishing or something and you have to prepare the ship so that you don't drown....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rigged. &lt;/span&gt;POKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="outline"&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk50/djharmon55/rigged.jpg" alt="rigged.jpg image by djharmon55" galleryimg="no" style="width: 326px; height: 244px; cursor: default;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rigged.&lt;/span&gt; A tough lady that looks like she can fight MONSTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/4099/riggedmoviejc0.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rigged. &lt;/span&gt;An alien man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 300px;" alt="http://www.planit3d.com/source/review_files/c4d_r10/rigged_c.jpg" src="http://www.planit3d.com/source/review_files/c4d_r10/rigged_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rigged: &lt;/span&gt; A tough lady or alien cartoon man that fights monsters and plays poker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/alessandrarizzotti/Desktop/rigged.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/alessandrarizzotti/Desktop/rigged_c.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-7704727060545697699?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7704727060545697699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=7704727060545697699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7704727060545697699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7704727060545697699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2009/12/rigged.html' title='Rigged'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-1009229141978871930</id><published>2009-12-16T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:30:46.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microscope'/><title type='text'>Biology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology.  &lt;/span&gt;I've been told that since I am a human, I should know about this stuff.  But....whatever!  It seems too SCIENTIFIC to ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology.&lt;/span&gt; Microscopes looking at things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 206px; height: 214px;" alt="http://www.hometutoring.org.uk/images/biology.jpg" src="http://www.hometutoring.org.uk/images/biology.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology. &lt;/span&gt;Killing FROGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 388px;" alt="http://pencilsatdawn.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/biology-final.jpg" src="http://pencilsatdawn.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/biology-final.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology.&lt;/span&gt; The OCEAN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.gma.org/herring/biology/biology_01.jpg" src="http://www.gma.org/herring/biology/biology_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology.&lt;/span&gt;  It seems like it is looking at dead frogs under a microscope, while swimming with a lot of fish....in the OCEAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-1009229141978871930?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1009229141978871930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=1009229141978871930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1009229141978871930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1009229141978871930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2009/12/biology.html' title='Biology'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-1357116892372647826</id><published>2009-05-12T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:04:52.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umbrella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedtime story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifesaver'/><title type='text'>Insurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Insurance.&lt;/span&gt;  They say you need this in case you don't want to die in a car!  Should I get it?  I don't know! I don't want to pay $1300 a year even though that's how much rent is every month!  AHHHHHHH!!!!!!  What is insurance anyway????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance.  An Umbrella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SgnGEVQ1pfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1xXT1pnYNZ0/s1600-h/insurance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SgnGEVQ1pfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1xXT1pnYNZ0/s320/insurance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335013011326608882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Insurance. A Life Saver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SgnHDUWx3RI/AAAAAAAAAVA/vwf0XNN74js/s1600-h/pictRSI_8877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SgnHDUWx3RI/AAAAAAAAAVA/vwf0XNN74js/s320/pictRSI_8877.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335014093414849810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance. A Bedtime Story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SgnHOw8C9iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/H8f0BNGppSQ/s1600-h/health-insurance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SgnHOw8C9iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/H8f0BNGppSQ/s320/health-insurance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335014290065913378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Insurance.&lt;/span&gt;  So it seems like it's an umbrella lifesaver that tells you bedtime stories and makes you smile!  I don't know if paying $1300 for that type of thing would make me smile, but ok.  Maybe I will keep shopping around till I find cheaper versions of this umbrella lifesaver bedtime storyteller.  Maybe it will be cheaper if I take of the lifesaver feature???  AHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-1357116892372647826?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1357116892372647826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=1357116892372647826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1357116892372647826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1357116892372647826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2009/05/insurance.html' title='Insurance'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SgnGEVQ1pfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1xXT1pnYNZ0/s72-c/insurance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-170430715798252098</id><published>2009-04-01T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:01:04.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pam anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgin'/><title type='text'>Virgin</title><content type='html'>Virgin.  They talk a lot about this at church.  I don't know what this is.  Is it a thing or a place?  How do you get one?  From the Pope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin.  A Lady With A Halo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRA6XQ1wCI/AAAAAAAAASo/g0BeEgl-zLk/s1600-h/virgin-mary-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRA6XQ1wCI/AAAAAAAAASo/g0BeEgl-zLk/s320/virgin-mary-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319948431252635682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin. A Porn Star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRBPlRFybI/AAAAAAAAASw/KDzlH8rnD2o/s1600-h/pam_virgin8_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRBPlRFybI/AAAAAAAAASw/KDzlH8rnD2o/s320/pam_virgin8_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319948795789035954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin. A Big Woman Doing The Splits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRBetWpWEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VrS3NNF9dBY/s1600-h/virgin-cheerleaders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRBetWpWEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VrS3NNF9dBY/s320/virgin-cheerleaders.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319949055657859138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin. If this is a holy person, how is it also a porn star that can maybe do the splits and be fat?  Wearing a halo if you are a porn star can NOT make you holier, right???? Will someone answer me? (because the Pope won't).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-170430715798252098?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/170430715798252098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=170430715798252098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/170430715798252098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/170430715798252098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2009/04/virgin.html' title='Virgin'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRA6XQ1wCI/AAAAAAAAASo/g0BeEgl-zLk/s72-c/virgin-mary-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-4697488736790648014</id><published>2009-03-22T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:57:34.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding hands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Important</title><content type='html'>Important.  Sometimes people say - "Take care of this ASAP.  It is IMPORTANT!"  But- I never see why processing a STARBUCKS receipt for a producer needs to be done ASAP because it usually takes a week for someone to process it in another department that exists in some magical place(I don't know where). IMPORTANT is obviously different for different people-- so what is it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important. Holding Hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRH9cIdggI/AAAAAAAAATA/XIQVUckb_P0/s1600-h/The-most-important-generation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRH9cIdggI/AAAAAAAAATA/XIQVUckb_P0/s320/The-most-important-generation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319956180680671746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important. A White T-Shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRIP3Sf-nI/AAAAAAAAATI/J22jMl5id2U/s1600-h/im_css_important_dark_gray_tshirt-p235866591282991666qw9y_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRIP3Sf-nI/AAAAAAAAATI/J22jMl5id2U/s320/im_css_important_dark_gray_tshirt-p235866591282991666qw9y_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319956497208179314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important.  Telling Boys You're Taken!  (If You are Taken!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRI2du9vvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/P_ouq9mDQTo/s1600-h/a65ab54bef7dead5644cb0985d3a5ec6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRI2du9vvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/P_ouq9mDQTo/s320/a65ab54bef7dead5644cb0985d3a5ec6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319957160363146994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important.  It is wearing a white T-shirt that says: "Sorry boys- I'm taken," while holding the hand of that special someone that made you "taken." I guess that is important because you wouldn't want some ugly stranger taking you if you are already taken.  Like sometimes, you really have to be clear by holding hands with someone because maybe they will think your white T-shirt "Sorry boys- I'm taken," is just a joke?  This kind of important seems unnecessary though, just like filing a STARBUCKS receipt for a producer ASAP is unnecessary.  I would say important means unnecessary and I am sticking by it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-4697488736790648014?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4697488736790648014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=4697488736790648014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4697488736790648014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4697488736790648014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2009/03/important.html' title='Important'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SdRH9cIdggI/AAAAAAAAATA/XIQVUckb_P0/s72-c/The-most-important-generation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3073896691245025545</id><published>2009-03-13T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:56:50.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merriam webster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Definition</title><content type='html'>Everyone says that GOOGLEGOOP is NOT the right way to make a definition.  Apparently, Merriam Webster would KILL me if he knew I was doing this.  I guess he's an important guy or something, but why should I care about his opinion, ya know????  At the same time, I don't want anyone to kill me, so I better get to the bottom of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition.  A Disease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SbrFn_jT8WI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gCAeoK8wgdE/s1600-h/definition_fig4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SbrFn_jT8WI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gCAeoK8wgdE/s320/definition_fig4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312776001302032738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: A Balloon Enthusiast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SbrF1NEHToI/AAAAAAAAARE/SMSj4_tPDh0/s1600-h/definition-of-wellness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SbrF1NEHToI/AAAAAAAAARE/SMSj4_tPDh0/s320/definition-of-wellness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312776228267576962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition. Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SbrF-CNPYeI/AAAAAAAAARM/JKsfvOBf4KI/s1600-h/terrorist-terrorism-terrorisme-definition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SbrF-CNPYeI/AAAAAAAAARM/JKsfvOBf4KI/s320/terrorist-terrorism-terrorisme-definition.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312776379971887586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition.  It has to do with liking Jesus and balloons, to the point of being a disease.  I guess I see why Merriam Webster thinks this is some serious matter that he needs to get all high and mighty over, but if he tries to "kill me" for making definitions, I'm just going to say: "Back off buddy.  You are getting too serious right now."  Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3073896691245025545?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3073896691245025545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3073896691245025545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3073896691245025545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3073896691245025545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2009/03/definition.html' title='Definition'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SbrFn_jT8WI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gCAeoK8wgdE/s72-c/definition_fig4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5358596321352180524</id><published>2009-03-08T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:28:39.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uterus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Uterus</title><content type='html'>Uterus.  People keep saying I have one of these.  I guess I do, but where is it and what is it like?  Should I take a class to find it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uterus.  A Purple Blob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=uterus1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/uterus1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uterus. Something Very Surprising!...  Or a Pink Necklace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=uterus_portrait.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/uterus_portrait.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uterus. An Pink Alien Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=uterus-shirt_MED.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/uterus-shirt_MED.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uterus.  If I were to teach a class on the uterus, I would say that it is a pink alien blob man that Is FULL of surprises!  It can come in purple, and you have the option to wear it as a necklace if you so desire!   If I had one of these alien blob things, I would have given it as a present to my friend who likes the show Battlestar Gallactica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5358596321352180524?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5358596321352180524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5358596321352180524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5358596321352180524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5358596321352180524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2009/03/uterus.html' title='Uterus'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-1523326711913599182</id><published>2009-03-06T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:37:16.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lightbulb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sand dune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Problem</title><content type='html'>Problem.  I have these.  They are not ok.  Sometimes I have to solve them and I don't even know what they are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem.  A Car Stuck In A Sand Dune!  Oh no!  How Will It Get Out???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=transport_problems_libya.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/transport_problems_libya.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem. Wires and Lightbulbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=wiring-problems-01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/wiring-problems-01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem.  A Woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=image0002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/image0002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem.  It's either a woman or technology...or a car stuck in a sand dune!  I never have encountered any of these, so I don't think I have ANY problems. How fortunate. I guess I am worryless forever now!  Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-1523326711913599182?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1523326711913599182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=1523326711913599182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1523326711913599182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1523326711913599182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2009/03/problem.html' title='Problem'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-7778759480968844859</id><published>2009-03-06T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:07:26.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orthodontist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='straighten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novacaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Orthodontist</title><content type='html'>Orthodontist.  I had to go to one of these people today.  Apparently I had issues with my teeth.  Who knows what an orthodontist does though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orthodontist.  Someone Who Straightens Things...Like Hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Orthodontist-Apersonwhoreallyknows.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Orthodontist-Apersonwhoreallyknows.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orthodontist. A Person Who Makes Your Face Look Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=orthodontist_web.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/orthodontist_web.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orthodontist. Someone Who Wears Masks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=pic_about.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/pic_about.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orthodontist.  It seems like an orthodontist is a creepy person who wears masks and makes your face look weird but straightens it at the same time.  I dunno if I would ever want to go back to one of these guys.  I was on some sort of novacaine thing when I saw this mask man so I am not sure if he made my face weird, but I think he straightened it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-7778759480968844859?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7778759480968844859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=7778759480968844859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7778759480968844859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7778759480968844859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2009/03/orthodontist.html' title='Orthodontist'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-2074710882014046370</id><published>2009-02-04T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:47:43.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='प्रेत्टी woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='मेल्लिफ़्लुऔस'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ब्लैक मन'/><title type='text'>Mellifluous</title><content type='html'>Mellifluous.  Someone said my name sounded this way.  I guess birds, dogs, or sirens make sounds, but does my name make sounds like those three things?  I sure hope not.  Sometimes, sounds are not good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mellifluous.  A Black Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=freddiebell-new.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/freddiebell-new.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mellifluous. A Sunset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=20080616015432_pp0049850-r1-e014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/20080616015432_pp0049850-r1-e014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mellifluous. A Guy Who Puts His Head To Sleep On A Piano Organ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Mostmellifluousofhumanmelodist.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Mostmellifluousofhumanmelodist.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mellifluous.  So- it looks like this word can mean "boring" because it made someone fall asleep on a piano organ thing.  But- it also looks like it can be pretty- like a sunset or black man!  Then again, I don't think my name sounds like a sunset or black man....so this word is a little confusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-2074710882014046370?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/2074710882014046370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=2074710882014046370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/2074710882014046370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/2074710882014046370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2009/02/mellifluous.html' title='Mellifluous'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5713839443749882237</id><published>2009-01-24T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:17:52.199-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shapes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiley faces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lavendar mercedes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Design</title><content type='html'>Design.  It sounds like Sign.  I guess that's because "sign" is in the word "design."  Why the "de" then?  Does anyone know?  Words are weird.  I know I like the song "I Saw the Sign" by Ace of Base...I wonder if they ever thought of making it "I Saw the Design"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design.  Weird white blobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=arts-art-architecture-design-design.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/arts-art-architecture-design-design.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design. A Man Painting a Smiley Face (In a Straightjacket?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=graphic-design.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/graphic-design.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design. Colorful lines that make X shapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=passionate-design_id820440_size400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/passionate-design_id820440_size400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design.  I guess it's like art or something.  I know that white blobs can be art and painting smiling faces in a straightjacket is performance art and colorful lines are like pretty and stuff..so I guess design is art?  Whatever...I don't even know what art is.  Art is a word that has no definition.  So- I guess design has no definition either...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5713839443749882237?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5713839443749882237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5713839443749882237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5713839443749882237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5713839443749882237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2009/01/design.html' title='Design'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5809554526926817576</id><published>2009-01-19T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:38:32.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martin luther king day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrinkled shirt'/><title type='text'>Volunteer</title><content type='html'>Volunteer.  People say that this is what you do to help someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer.  A group of people that stand in a cluster and point at the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=volunteer_group.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/volunteer_group.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer.  Picking up trash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=easy-volunteer-activities-for-kids-.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/easy-volunteer-activities-for-kids-.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer.  When you have to wear a shirt to tell people to be nice to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=volunteer.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/volunteer.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer.  So I guess this means that people aren't nice to you when you volunteer because you have to wear a shirt that says "Hey be nice to me-I'm a volunteer."  I guess that means volunteer is also a noun because when you say "a volunteer" it means that "volunteer" is a noun.  Pointing at the sky with a group of people and picking up trash aren't nouns though.  Those are activities.  I don't know if pointing at the sky is really volunteering though, if volunteering means "helping."  I would like to become a volunteer though if it does involve pointing at the sky (because that seems easy).  Do I become one by applying on Craigslist?  Myspace?  Facebook?  Youtube?  Vimeo?  or Blogspot?  Do I need a resume?  A certificate in typing?  A suit or business casual attire?  Please- someone- let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5809554526926817576?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5809554526926817576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5809554526926817576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5809554526926817576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5809554526926817576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2009/01/volunteer.html' title='Volunteer'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-503801439445762043</id><published>2008-10-08T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:43:00.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mccain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maverick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mel gibson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jodie foster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lavendar mercedes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james garner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Maverick</title><content type='html'>Maverick.  In the debates, Sarah Palin kept saying maverick maverick maverick.  I dunno what she meant, but it made McCain seem like some sorta strong sexy cowboy and I know for a fact that he is not a strong sexy cowboy at all.  Did Palin even know what she meant?  I bet not.  She seems like a dummybutt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick.  An Old Green Car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=john_maltinsky_72_maverick.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/john_maltinsky_72_maverick.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick. A Western Movie with Mel Gibson, Jodie Foster, and James Garner involving the act of Gambling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=maverick.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/maverick.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick. A Girl Who Loves Top Gun and Wears a Short Skirt and Looks Slutty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Top_Gun_Maverick_Jr2-T.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Top_Gun_Maverick_Jr2-T.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick.  It does seem like it has to do with gambling-- like the type of gambling you do when you buy an old car, see a Western movie, or date a slutty girl that likes Top Gun.  I would say that it's safe to say that this 2009 might be a big gamble....especially for our country, America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-503801439445762043?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/503801439445762043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=503801439445762043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/503801439445762043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/503801439445762043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/10/maverick.html' title='Maverick'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-1777061716975588186</id><published>2008-10-08T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:54:47.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crinkly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neckbrace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrinkled shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lavendar mercedes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Crinkly</title><content type='html'>Crinkly.  What is it?  I got a haircut the other day and people said : "That's pretty crinkly."  I didn't know if they were being nice or not. Crinkly sounds like a cool word so I think it is nice.  Hopefully. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crinkly.  Medicine for Dogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=virbantel.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/virbantel.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crinkly.  Really Ugly Hair in Ugly Colors That Makes a Lady Look Like a Witch of Eastwick !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=j3d_ITCrinkly_Title.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/j3d_ITCrinkly_Title.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crinkly.  A Very Wrinkled Shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=crinkly.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/crinkly.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crinkly. It seems like it is a condition that humans get from swallowing dog medicine.  Basically, the person gets very ugly hair and a very wrinkly shirt and he/she can never go to a party ever again for fear of being caught with ugly style and poor taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-1777061716975588186?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1777061716975588186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=1777061716975588186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1777061716975588186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1777061716975588186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/10/crinkly.html' title='Crinkly'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-6286664836098723587</id><published>2008-08-12T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:11:42.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engaged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail polish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diamonds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lavendar mercedes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Engaged</title><content type='html'>Engaged.  People say you do this before you get married.  I don't know what it is, but I think it's like kissing or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaged.  When a White Guy Puts a Ring on an Asian Lady's Finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Engaged2005Jan3_B.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Engaged2005Jan3_B.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaged.  When Bears Give Hearts to Each Other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=145engagedcouple.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/145engagedcouple.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaged.  When You Wear a Diamond on Your Finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=engaged.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/engaged.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaged.  It seems like it's diamonds you put on Asian ladies' fingers...or hearts you give to bears.  I don't know if I have any diamonds or hearts to give to anyone!  It seems too expensive...and I have medical bills to pay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-6286664836098723587?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6286664836098723587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=6286664836098723587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6286664836098723587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6286664836098723587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/08/engaged.html' title='Engaged'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8557487706367329063</id><published>2008-08-11T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:20:43.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>Babies.  People say "babies" are little things that cry.  I thought they were just people, but I guess it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; that's little...  like teacups...but not the ones from Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies.  Little Pink Things That Come Out of An Egg in a Pile of Sticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Naked_Babies_Box_13_IMG_0722.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Naked_Babies_Box_13_IMG_0722.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies. Little Naked People That Fit in Your Hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=marzipan-babies1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/marzipan-babies1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies.  Little People That Aren't Naked But Come in Different Colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=babies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/babies.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies.  So the consensus is that babies are little people that either come in different colors with clothes or little people that come naked.  I don't know why anyone would ever want to be a baby...especially if you could potentially end up as a little pink thing in a pile of sticks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8557487706367329063?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8557487706367329063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8557487706367329063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8557487706367329063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8557487706367329063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/08/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5116477539461157445</id><published>2008-08-08T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:38:00.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neckbrace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary rabbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lavendar mercedes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Hilarious</title><content type='html'>Hilarious.  It sounds like gregarious.  I don't even know what gregarious means.  People say something is hilarious when they are laughing really hard and then they stop breathing from laughing...and that does not seem safe at all....so I guess hilarious means "unsafe."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.  A Scary Rabbit Holding a Crying Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=hilarious.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/hilarious.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.  A Scary Face That is Circled in Red at Baseball Games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Hilarious-704.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Hilarious-704.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious. A Fat Person Hugging a Very Skinny Drunk Person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=hilariousjokes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/hilariousjokes.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.  It seems like something scary.  Scary rabbits, scary faces, big fat people doing scary things....SCARY!  Why would you laugh from a scary thing? I don't know.  Sometimes, when I get my blood drawn, I laugh from being scared, so I guess it makes sense.  Maybe not though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5116477539461157445?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5116477539461157445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5116477539461157445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5116477539461157445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5116477539461157445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/08/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-4700924145499703586</id><published>2008-07-29T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:17:02.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neckbrace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodacious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Bodacious</title><content type='html'>Bodacious.  I like words with "acious" in them, so I thought I would do one that was bodacious.   Some guys with blonde hair and surfboards like to use this word.  I don't know why. I think it means "hot"  -- like the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodacious.  Playing Backgammon with a Girl in a Bikini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=lilo9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/lilo9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodacious.  A Bull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=OB-Bodacious.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/OB-Bodacious.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodacious.  A Girl in a Bathing Suit That Has a Hole in it Where the Boobs Are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=hot21.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/hot21.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodacious.  It seems like girls in bikinis.....so I guess it is "hot" not in the "sunny" kind of way, but hot in a "sex" way.  I don't know how cows are "sexy," but I am happy they get to be considered that way.  They should be on HotorNot.com in a cow section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-4700924145499703586?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4700924145499703586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=4700924145499703586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4700924145499703586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4700924145499703586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/07/bodacious.html' title='Bodacious'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8886948473760786628</id><published>2008-07-28T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:37:42.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neckbrace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain James T. Kirk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Awesome</title><content type='html'>Awesome.  It's how people say they feel sometimes.  I think I asked what it was once and it wasn't really ever answered.  But let's see what it is right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.  Captain James T. Kirk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=kirk-inspirational-awesome.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/kirk-inspirational-awesome.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. A Robot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=awesome-at-at.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/awesome-at-at.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. The Drive-thru at this Place called McDonald's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=awesome_saturn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/awesome_saturn.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.  I still don't get it.  It's Captain James T. Kirk, robots, and drive-thrus.  I think drive-thrus are cool if they give you things for free from a window, but if a robot or this guy named Captain James T. Kirk distributed these free things to me from a window, I am not sure how awesome it would be.  It would feel like going to space or being in the future...and I don't know if I am ready for the future just yet.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8886948473760786628?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8886948473760786628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8886948473760786628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8886948473760786628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8886948473760786628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/07/awesome.html' title='Awesome'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-1355612351005808163</id><published>2008-07-27T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:15:41.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neckbrace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salacious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Salacious</title><content type='html'>Salacious.  Is it like the word audacious?  It seems like it has to do with salivating , but  audacious seems like it's more like a thing that has to do with ears, and you can't salivate from your ears, so......what does salacious mean?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salacious.  The Bottom Half of Boobs and a Glittery Belt! That Parents have to be Warned About!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=WeenD2-Cover.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/WeenD2-Cover.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salacious.  A Strange Creature That Looks Like a Cockroach with One Eyeball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=SalaciousBCrumb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/SalaciousBCrumb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salacious.  Star Wars! In a Box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=3173_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/3173_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salacious.  It seems like a lot of fun-- boobs and Star Wars and strange creatures!  But-- I don't know if I like the idea of having one eyeball and looking like a cockroach.  That seems terrible.  But oh well-- if you look like that and you're in Star Wars, that's kinda cool (and sexy)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-1355612351005808163?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1355612351005808163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=1355612351005808163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1355612351005808163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1355612351005808163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/07/salacious.html' title='Salacious'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-2826238781003424776</id><published>2008-07-26T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:39:25.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neckbrace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burrito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chile pepper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chipotle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Chipotle</title><content type='html'>Chipotle.  It sounds like a Christmas ornament.  People at work act cool when they say :  "Hey I'm gonna get some Chipotle..."   So, what is it?  It sounds fun, but complicated (like planning a warehouse party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipotle.  A Plant that Looks Like Poo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=chipotle_whole.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/chipotle_whole.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipotle.  A Big Cylinder Wrapped in Foil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=308_r_chipotle2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/308_r_chipotle2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipotle.  Red and Green Stuff that You Can Eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=chipotle2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/chipotle2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipotle.  It looks like something you eat-- but it either comes in poo or silver foil form.  I don't want to eat poo or foil.  Why do people act cool then when they say: "Hey- I'm gonna get some Chipotle...(aka poo or foil)"?  "Meet me for some Chipotle...should be some good times, bro."  "Hey brah-- let's get some ChiPOTLA CHIPOTTER CHIPOOP CHIPOIL"....blah blah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-2826238781003424776?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/2826238781003424776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=2826238781003424776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/2826238781003424776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/2826238781003424776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/07/chipotle.html' title='Chipotle'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-904176062013138595</id><published>2008-07-25T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:42:10.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaking hands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beehive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Manager</title><content type='html'>Manager.  It sounds like some important thing.  Like if you were to do it, then you would wear a crown or something and people would say: "Don't mess with that guy...he's a MANAGER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager.  When People Sit Around a Clock and Look Way Busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=time_graphic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/time_graphic.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager.  People Shaking Hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=ResourceManagerClass.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/ResourceManagerClass.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager. A Chart That Looks Like a Beehive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=ProtocolManager_A_lores.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/ProtocolManager_A_lores.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager.  It's like woah...charts and clocks and people shaking hands.  Business suits!??!?   Hardhats!?!?!?  What's next?  Official ribbons to wear that say "MANAGER" in gold letters??  What about just really cool aprons with designs by Louis Vuitton?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-904176062013138595?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/904176062013138595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=904176062013138595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/904176062013138595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/904176062013138595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/07/manager.html' title='Manager'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-9025648180110260507</id><published>2008-07-24T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:18:31.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring desktop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toy cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audacious'/><title type='text'>Audacious</title><content type='html'>Audacious.  I think it has to do with hearing things because sometimes when I need to guess a word, I look at the first three letters and since "aud" seems like it has to do with hearing-- it must have to do with hearing.  Audacious could also be bodacious though.  If so, I expect some pictures of models!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audacious.  A Crazy Colorful Picture that looks like Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6023_audacious_corolla.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/IMG_6023_audacious_corolla.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audacious.  A Boring Desktop for a Computer with Weird Music on a Playlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Audacious-14-splash.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Audacious-14-splash.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audacious.  A Toy Car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=audacious.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/audacious.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audacious.  It doesn't seem like it has anything to do with hearing...just colorful fire pictures, toy cars, and a very bad desktop that plays weird music.  I guess the music has to do with hearing, but I am more concerned about the boring desktop being audacious.  How audacious is it?  Like just a little or just a lot?  I have to know.  I don't know if I can accept a boring desktop being the definition of a very exciting seeming-word...it just seems like an injustice to the world of words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-9025648180110260507?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/9025648180110260507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=9025648180110260507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/9025648180110260507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/9025648180110260507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/07/audacious.html' title='Audacious'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3246018947445660160</id><published>2008-07-14T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:43:43.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boogalu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiddle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latin music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alessandra rizzotti'/><title type='text'>Boogalu</title><content type='html'>Boogalu.  It sounds like something a ghost would say...or some Disney character or something.  It could be a fun thing- but it could also be very scary.  Let's find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boogalu.  A Happy Man in a Hat Playing a Fiddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=BoogalooSwamis_img_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/BoogalooSwamis_img_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boogalu.  A Serious Man in a Hat and Black Suit Making Weird Dance Moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=eb_boogaloosam.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/eb_boogaloosam.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boogalu.  A Red Naked Lady That Looks Like a Murderer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=ElectricBoogalooJaysinandEmbrioDPIS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/ElectricBoogalooJaysinandEmbrioDPIS.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boogalu.  It seems like it is weird people dancing or playing fiddles and wearing black suits that could also have red skin and be naked if you asked them to do that.  I am afraid that these type of people are the people that may make a lot of noise and cause fights since they are red and look like warriors.  I feel like watching out for myself around people like that...you never know what kind of dance move or crazy fiddle song they could play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3246018947445660160?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3246018947445660160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3246018947445660160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3246018947445660160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3246018947445660160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/07/boogalu.html' title='Boogalu'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-1178746581374271195</id><published>2008-07-13T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:16:03.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Belies</title><content type='html'>Belies.  It sounds like a bad lie.  I hate those. When people make them, you can see it in their faces that they are uncomfortable (like maybe they need to poo). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belies.  A Little Girl Hanging Out With a Fat Statue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=470_young_fearless.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/470_young_fearless.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belies. Russian Buildings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=church4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/church4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belies. Graffiti about The World Changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=sun_c30vwpc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/sun_c30vwpc.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belies.  It does seem like a type of  lie if it's graffiti about about the world "changing."   The world hasn't changed for me!  What do russian buildings have to do about the world changing anyways?  If it were changing, little girls wouldn't be hanging out with statues, that's for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-1178746581374271195?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1178746581374271195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=1178746581374271195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1178746581374271195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1178746581374271195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/07/belies.html' title='Belies'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5807589921342816571</id><published>2008-07-12T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:44:58.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='efficient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stack of paper'/><title type='text'>Efficient</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when I am busy, I can't always keep up on things.  People say, "You need to learn how to be efficient, Alessandra!"  I say, "Whaaaat?  Is that science?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efficient.  Puzzles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=sw_testing_kuva_big.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/sw_testing_kuva_big.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efficient.  Climbing a Stack of Paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=pile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/pile.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efficient.  A Car!  (That is Very Small!  Like a Golf Cart!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=760914_2bf8daaf7e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/760914_2bf8daaf7e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efficient.  It seems like it is doing something that can be hard but when you do it, it is like driving a little car that is super fun like bumper car fun.  I dunno.  I would like to be able to drive a small car, but I don't want to climb a stack of papers to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5807589921342816571?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5807589921342816571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5807589921342816571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5807589921342816571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5807589921342816571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/07/efficient.html' title='Efficient'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8899916445248784309</id><published>2008-06-17T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:00:03.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epigram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterflies'/><title type='text'>Epigram</title><content type='html'>Epigram.  Is it a measurement?  Do you need to use a ruler or scale?  Can you get it at a grocery store?  Does it weigh a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epigram. Yellow Flowers!  With a Silly Message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Joys_Montage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Joys_Montage.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epigram. Butterflies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=epigram-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/epigram-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epigram: A Suggestion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=epigram.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/epigram.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epigram.  It seems like nice words and flowers and butterflies.  I bet you could hang them on a wall as decoration so that when people see them in your house, they think you like nice things.  What if you were a person that did not like nice things but put up nice things on your wall anyways?  Would you be a liar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8899916445248784309?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8899916445248784309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8899916445248784309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8899916445248784309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8899916445248784309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/epigram.html' title='Epigram'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-4141312877616696033</id><published>2008-06-16T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:05:29.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blasphemy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Blasphemy</title><content type='html'>Blasphemy.  People sound mad when they say this word!  I get scared hearing how mad they get!  It's like if you say this word, you are saying a bad thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasphemy.  A Devil Creature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=blasphemy-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/blasphemy-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasphemy. When Jesus Smokes and Drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=blasphemy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/blasphemy.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasphemy. People making Weird Arm Signs in Front of a Picture of Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Blasphemy-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Blasphemy-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasphemy.  It seems like bad stuff...devils and drinking and making arm signals that are weird....I don't want to be a blasphemy...but I don't know what I would have to do to be one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-4141312877616696033?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4141312877616696033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=4141312877616696033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4141312877616696033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4141312877616696033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/blasphemy.html' title='Blasphemy'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-1691295186920378702</id><published>2008-06-15T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:15:37.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powerful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enigmatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Enigmatic</title><content type='html'>Enigmatic.  It sounds like static.  I don't even know what static means.  If enigmatic was a space creature, I would capture it and eat it for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigmatic.  A Girl! Sitting! In a Pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=NicolaEnigmaticComp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/NicolaEnigmaticComp.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigmatic. A Scary Shadow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=EnigmaticDanSabin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/EnigmaticDanSabin.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigmatic.  A Strong Man Holding a Sun with an Eyeball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=enigmatic_eyeatola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/enigmatic_eyeatola.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigmatic.  It seems like a mysterious thing.  Shadows and girls in pools and stong men holding the eye of the sun!  It all seems like magic.....but I still don't know what it is to be enigmatic....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-1691295186920378702?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1691295186920378702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=1691295186920378702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1691295186920378702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1691295186920378702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/enigmatic.html' title='Enigmatic'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-4318997883641988928</id><published>2008-06-14T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:50:51.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handcuffed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad girl'/><title type='text'>Handcuffed</title><content type='html'>Handcuffed.  Recently I went to a party and some fat girl with fake blonde hair shouted out really happy like, "OMI GOD GUYS-- TODAY I GOT HANDCUFFED!!!!!"   It must have been really good if she was so happy.   She must have felt like she won a prize or got a fake tan or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handcuffed.  When a Policeman Chains a Girl to His Bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=naughty_girl_handcuffed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/naughty_girl_handcuffed.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handcuffed.  When a Girl in a Video Game Puts Her Hands Behind Her Back while a Black Man Stares at Her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=IShandcuffed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/IShandcuffed.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handcuffed.  When a Girl Gets Naked and Presses her Boobs Together with Tied Up Hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=worm_bropia_r_img2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/worm_bropia_r_img2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handcuffed.  It seems like only girls get handcuffed.  It looks like it is a sexy thing to do though.  I wonder if that is how you get a boy to like you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-4318997883641988928?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4318997883641988928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=4318997883641988928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4318997883641988928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4318997883641988928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/handcuffed.html' title='Handcuffed'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-2979603574784533117</id><published>2008-06-13T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:35:29.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nose'/><title type='text'>Booger</title><content type='html'>Booger.  What is it?  Do you get it from a place?  How can I get one and do I pay cash for it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booger.  A Glob You Pick out of Your Nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=booger.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/booger.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booger.  A Glob of Green and Yellow and Orange Blobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=BoogerBall2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/BoogerBall2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booger. A Cat!  In a Box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=booger4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/booger4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booger.  It seems gross since it is either a cat or a glob of blobs. The fact you get it from your nose is kinda cool because the glob looks like gold, but I dunno if I want gold up my nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-2979603574784533117?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/2979603574784533117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=2979603574784533117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/2979603574784533117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/2979603574784533117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/booger.html' title='Booger'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-6207415060276117326</id><published>2008-06-12T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:27:34.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nelson mandela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Birthday.  Is it like Christmas? Because Christmas was a day of birth for Jesus Christ, the superstar.  People say everyone has a birthday, but I am not sure when mine is.  What kind of surprises are in store for me on my birthday day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday. Colorful Balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=birthdayballoons.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/birthdayballoons.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday.  A Cake! With a Candle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=birthday-cake-773619.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/birthday-cake-773619.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday. An Old Black Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=w062742A.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/w062742A.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday.  It doesn't seem like a day. It seems like balloons or cakes with candles....but then...how is it a black man?  How do I have a black man on my day of birth?  It makes me feel like a slave master, which is not a good feeling to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-6207415060276117326?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6207415060276117326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=6207415060276117326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6207415060276117326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6207415060276117326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-4706020043494535112</id><published>2008-06-11T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T01:07:39.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handicap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Dancing</title><content type='html'>Dancing.  People say you have to move to do it.  So does that mean it is like getting out of a house?  Do I need to get boxes?  Some say they're bad at this dancing thing and some say they're good at it.  People say I'm the "bomb.com" at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing.  Dressing up as a Bunny and Swinging around a Pole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=bunny-dancing-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/bunny-dancing-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing.  Getting Really Close to The Opposite Sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=dancing460.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/dancing460.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing. Moving on Wheels!  Like a Handicap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=DancingWheels936.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/DancingWheels936.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing.  If people say I am good at this, then I don't know what to think.  I've never dressed up as a bunny and swung around a pole!  I've also never gotten close to the opposite sex!  That is gross.  I guess I can move on wheels and be a handicap though!  (I am in a neckbrace).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-4706020043494535112?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4706020043494535112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=4706020043494535112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4706020043494535112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4706020043494535112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/dancing.html' title='Dancing'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5551125361357293881</id><published>2008-06-10T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:53:29.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheelbarrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airplane crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Funny. People call other people funny.  But--  how does a person become it?  What does he need to do?  Does God accept funnies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. A Fat Person in a Wheelbarrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=funny-pictures-new-mcdonalds-ad-zxj.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/funny-pictures-new-mcdonalds-ad-zxj.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.  A Pink Dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=funny-pinky-dog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/funny-pinky-dog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.  An Airplane Crashing on Sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=funny_picture063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/funny_picture063.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.  So-- it seems like it could be dangerous since it is fat people in wheelbarrows or airplanes crashing in the sand.  But-- it could also be really cute-- like pink dogs.  I want to be a pink dog kind of funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5551125361357293881?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5551125361357293881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5551125361357293881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5551125361357293881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5551125361357293881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5591889694193078014</id><published>2008-06-09T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:54:35.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='होमेलेस'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve गूगल'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='बीर'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='सिग्न'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='गूग्लेगूप'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Homeless</title><content type='html'>Homeless. It sounds like you don't have much of a home when you're homeless. Someone says you can become this if you're not careful.  So, what could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeless. Someone Who Wants Beer!  And Won't Lie About It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=homeless.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/homeless.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeless. Someone Who Will Code Some Strange Language for Food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=homeless-coder.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/homeless-coder.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeless. Someone Who Will Dictate for Beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=saddam_homeless.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/saddam_homeless.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeless. It seems like it's a hard worker who just wants a beer.  I don't know why they need to hold signs, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5591889694193078014?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5591889694193078014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5591889694193078014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5591889694193078014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5591889694193078014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/homeless.html' title='Homeless'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3069483577739015348</id><published>2008-06-08T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:01:56.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google गूग्लेगूप'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='दीर'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='फवं'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='नकद लेडी'/><title type='text'>Fawn</title><content type='html'>Fawn. It sounds like dawn... but I don't even know what dawn is. Fawn, pawn... dawn your mom...LOL. A "your mom" joke! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawn. An Animal Thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=2007-06-05_white-tail-fawn_valley-f.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/2007-06-05_white-tail-fawn_valley-f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawn. A Skinny Model Girl Catching Some Sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Fawn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Fawn.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawn. An Animal Thing with a Bird on its Head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=feisty-fawn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/feisty-fawn.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawn. So it seems like an animal thing or a pretty lady.  I don't know which.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3069483577739015348?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3069483577739015348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3069483577739015348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3069483577739015348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3069483577739015348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/fawn.html' title='Fawn'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5324312659964406688</id><published>2008-06-07T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:48:36.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve गूगल'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='व्हिते'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='गूलेगूप'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='बेबी'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='एग्ग'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow'/><title type='text'>Egg</title><content type='html'>Egg. People say you eat it in the morning.  I wonder what it tastes like and if it is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg. A Yellow Gooey Thing that Comes from a Brown Hard Circle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=EggandShell.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/EggandShell.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg. A Baby that Comes from a White Hard Circle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=egg_14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/egg_14.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg. A White Mushy thing with a Yellow Mushy thing in the Center!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=fried-egg-stress-toy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/fried-egg-stress-toy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg. If you eat it, then you might be eating a baby. Or a mushy yellow thing. Either one doesn't seem pleasant.  I don't like eating human mushy yellow things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5324312659964406688?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5324312659964406688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5324312659964406688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5324312659964406688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5324312659964406688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/egg.html' title='Egg'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-4851447590615746050</id><published>2008-06-06T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:19:22.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='प्लास्टिक सर्जरी'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='गूग्लेगूप'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='स्ताप्लेस इन फस'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ब्रेअस्ट्स'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scar'/><title type='text'>Scar</title><content type='html'>Scar. People say you can get them if you get hurt.  They either look ok or really bad.  I wonder what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar. A Gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=SCAR.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/SCAR.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar. A Gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=SCAR3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/SCAR3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar. Staples in the Face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=NeckScar.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/NeckScar.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar. It seems like it's bad because it is guns and staples in the face.  I wouldn't want one.  Ew gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-4851447590615746050?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4851447590615746050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=4851447590615746050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4851447590615746050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4851447590615746050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/scar.html' title='Scar'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8209464248976187619</id><published>2008-06-05T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:27:56.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='कट्स'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='शवेद हेड'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve गूगल'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='क्निवेस'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='मचेते'/><title type='text'>Machete</title><content type='html'>Machete.  I can't even pronounce this.  It's sounds like Betty.  Betty Machete.  Hmph.  I wonder what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machete.  A Bloody Knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=17728.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/17728.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machete. A Shaved Head with Nasty Cuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=machete.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/machete.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machete. A Scary Man with a Lot of Knives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=machete_reference.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/machete_reference.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machete. It seems like a dangerous thing.  Knives with blood and cut heads?  Errr.  I am scared!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8209464248976187619?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8209464248976187619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8209464248976187619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8209464248976187619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8209464248976187619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/machete.html' title='Machete'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8131757679393165072</id><published>2008-06-04T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:48:14.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd'/><title type='text'>Nerd</title><content type='html'>Nerd. Someone says I am one.  What is it?  A person place or thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerd. A Guy with Glasses and a Silly Jacket and Bowtie who Likes Bad Music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=nerd-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/nerd-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerd. A Guy with Glasses who is Fat and Sits at Computers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=nerd-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/nerd-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerd. A Guy with Glasses who Wears Suspenders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=nerd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/nerd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerd. It seems like it's a guy with glasses who likes computers, bad CDs, suspenders, and silly jackets.  Why do people say I am this?  I don't have glasses, suspenders, or a silly jacket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8131757679393165072?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8131757679393165072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8131757679393165072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8131757679393165072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8131757679393165072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/nerd.html' title='Nerd'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-4212066729564057438</id><published>2008-06-03T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:31:23.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary hands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arthritis'/><title type='text'>Arthritis</title><content type='html'>Arthritis. People say you get this when you are old. So what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthritis. Scary Hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=rheumatoid_arthritis_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/rheumatoid_arthritis_3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthritis. Scary Hands Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Arthritis.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Arthritis.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthritis. Scary Hands for the Third Time- like Witch Hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=image.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/image.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthritis.  It looks like scary hands. I don't want that when I am old.  How can I prevent it? People say you can drink alcohol and it gets rid of it. If that is the case, get me a lot of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-4212066729564057438?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4212066729564057438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=4212066729564057438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4212066729564057438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4212066729564057438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/arthritis.html' title='Arthritis'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-128490898507507917</id><published>2008-06-02T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:20:32.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muscles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relentless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle'/><title type='text'>Relentless</title><content type='html'>Relentless. Someone told me I was that. What does it mean? It seems hard to do. Like climbing a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relentless. Big Muscle Shoulders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=300px-Penance_Relentless_Vol_1_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/300px-Penance_Relentless_Vol_1_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relentless. A Guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=CDRelentless2003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/CDRelentless2003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relentless. A Motorcycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=MotoXRelentlessSuzuki2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/MotoXRelentlessSuzuki2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relentless.  It seems like only men are relentless because they are the only ones that can have muscles and play guitar and ride motorcycles all at once. I don't know why anyone thinks I am this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-128490898507507917?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/128490898507507917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=128490898507507917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/128490898507507917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/128490898507507917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/relentless.html' title='Relentless'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-6894281834315054658</id><published>2008-06-01T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:14:31.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheatabix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cereal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheerios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowl'/><title type='text'>Cereal</title><content type='html'>Cereal. People say you eat it in the morning. Why only then?  Is it magic for the morning or something?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cereal. A Blue Bowl with Yellow Stuff Inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=cerealbowlcol_jpg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/cerealbowlcol_jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereal. Colorful Boxes with Names like Wheatbix and Crunchy Nut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=cereal_selection.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/cereal_selection.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereal. A White Bowl with Yellow Stuff Inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=09_04_4---Breakfast-Cereal_web.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/09_04_4---Breakfast-Cereal_web.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereal. It seems like yellow stuff in a colored bowl or a very colorful box with a name.  Do you eat it?  It seems so.  There is a spoon involved in the first picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-6894281834315054658?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6894281834315054658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=6894281834315054658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6894281834315054658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6894281834315054658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/06/cereal.html' title='Cereal'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5633486226435622402</id><published>2008-05-31T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:15:03.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiley face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Dream. What is it?  People say you have them at night.  How do you only have something at night?  Does it disappear then?  Like a fairy or a princess?  How does it do that? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream. Naked People in the Street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=wet_dream_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/wet_dream_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream. A Messed Up Face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=SWEE100Dream-In-Dream-Out-Posters.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/SWEE100Dream-In-Dream-Out-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream. A Pretty Picture of a Pretty Lady Acting Like a Ship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=ocean_dreams2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/ocean_dreams2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream. So it seems like it could be good or bad.  Like maybe it is when you are naked in the street or get a messed up face or become a pretty lady and pretend to be a ship.  Maybe all those are dreams.  I would like to get one of them then!  Maybe tomorrow night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5633486226435622402?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5633486226435622402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5633486226435622402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5633486226435622402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5633486226435622402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5756865393544258659</id><published>2008-05-30T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:08:18.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uninspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>Uninspired</title><content type='html'>Uninspired. Sometimes, my friends say they feel this way and they get really sad about it.  I wish I knew what it meant.  I don't think I ever feel this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninspired.  A Panda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=pandas75za.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/pandas75za.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninspired. A Colorful Picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=uninspiredcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/uninspiredcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninspired. A Sad Working Person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=uninspired.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/uninspired.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninspired.  Looks like it could be good or bad.  You could be a cute colorful panda or a sad working person!  I prefer the panda part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5756865393544258659?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5756865393544258659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5756865393544258659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5756865393544258659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5756865393544258659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/uninspired.html' title='Uninspired'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3027668225307215217</id><published>2008-05-29T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:19:24.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linkedin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands'/><title type='text'>Linked</title><content type='html'>Linked. There's a website called LinkedIn. I guess it links you in? Like Abraham Lincoln?  Get it?  Link in...Linc oln....I'm hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linked. Connecting People to other People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=MMCC-LinkedArms.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/MMCC-LinkedArms.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linked.  Connecting the Letters A to B to C to D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=linked-list.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/linked-list.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linked. Connecting Hands to other Hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Armslinked.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Armslinked.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linked. It looks like it is connecting people, letters, and hands! Together!  In any case, it seems like a good idea. Or not. We'll see if this website LinkedIn really does any connecting.  I wouldn't mind being connected to Abraham Lincoln.  I wonder if it can do that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3027668225307215217?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3027668225307215217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3027668225307215217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3027668225307215217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3027668225307215217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/linked.html' title='Linked'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-2401132541717855565</id><published>2008-05-28T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:11:38.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body parts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitler'/><title type='text'>Asshole</title><content type='html'>Asshole. Sometimes, when someone is mean to my friend on the internet, my friend will say: "That guy was such an asshole!"  ...and she says it with a lot of exclamation points.  So what does it mean?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole.  A Hole in a Butt that You Stick Your Face Into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=1801868696-Asshole_20Watcher1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/1801868696-Asshole_20Watcher1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole. When Your Body Gets Twisted Upside Down Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=asshole.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/asshole.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole. A Scary Man and Another Scary Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Same_Shit__Different_Asshole_by_Dec.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Same_Shit__Different_Asshole_by_Dec.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole.  So it looks like a bad thing.  A hole in a butt...or a messed up twisted body...those seem like birth defects! I would not want to be called a birth defect!  I guess what is worse about being an asshole is that you seem like a scary man.  I would never want to be considered a scary man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-2401132541717855565?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/2401132541717855565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=2401132541717855565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/2401132541717855565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/2401132541717855565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/asshole.html' title='Asshole'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-4561931688649547984</id><published>2008-05-27T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:00:36.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mean girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freckles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>Freckles</title><content type='html'>Freckles. Is it a disease? Does it hurt? Or is it a juice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freckles. A Girl with Red Hair and Spots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=freckles.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/freckles.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freckles. A Dog with Spots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=LadyFreckles.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/LadyFreckles.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freckles.  A Girl with Spots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=11_40_26_bankers-helen_freckles.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/11_40_26_bankers-helen_freckles.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freckles.  Spots!  (They can be on a girl's skin or a dog's fur). Crazy.  I wonder how I can get some. Is it makeup?  Can I get them at a store?  They kinda make people look like leopards!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-4561931688649547984?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4561931688649547984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=4561931688649547984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4561931688649547984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4561931688649547984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/freckles.html' title='Freckles'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3276468889717786556</id><published>2008-05-26T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:34:36.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speed racer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Speed</title><content type='html'>Speed. It sounds like read.  Do you read it or watch it, since it is a movie? Let's get to the bottom of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed. A Graph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=229856main_8699_VelocityCurve-r4_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/229856main_8699_VelocityCurve-r4_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed. A Car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=google-on-speed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/google-on-speed.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed. A White Fluffy Mush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=LARGEPHOTOS-v2_speed1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/LARGEPHOTOS-v2_speed1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed.  It looks like it is a car that goes fast...but what is this white mush thing? Does it make you go fast too?  I am confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3276468889717786556?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3276468889717786556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3276468889717786556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3276468889717786556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3276468889717786556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/speed.html' title='Speed'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3877577516638030513</id><published>2008-05-25T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:13:41.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashlee simpson'/><title type='text'>Cosmo</title><content type='html'>Cosmo. Someone ordered it at a bar the other day.  What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmo. A Monkey in a Suit and Hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=cosmo-hd1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/cosmo-hd1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmo.  A Blonde Woman on a Magazine Cover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=2006CosmoSeptC1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/2006CosmoSeptC1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmo. A Crazy Cat Attacking a String!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=cosmo2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/cosmo2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmo.  If someone really ordered one of these at a bar, they must have been disappointed.  Who likes a monkey in a suit or a crazy cat?  I can understand a blonde woman on a magazine cover, but this Cosmo must be terrible to taste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3877577516638030513?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3877577516638030513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3877577516638030513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3877577516638030513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3877577516638030513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/cosmo.html' title='Cosmo'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-220408105709747539</id><published>2008-05-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:44:28.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Ganache</title><content type='html'>Ganache. My mom got this icecream that has it.  What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganache. Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=ganache.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/ganache.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganache.  A Chocolate Cake with Cookies on Top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Ganache-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Ganache-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganache. A Chocolate Cake with a Flower on Top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=chocolate-ganache-recipe-2-12-07.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/chocolate-ganache-recipe-2-12-07.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganache.  So it looks like chocolate-- with flowers and cookies on top!  Mmm...I like the sound of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-220408105709747539?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/220408105709747539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=220408105709747539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/220408105709747539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/220408105709747539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/ganache.html' title='Ganache'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-6130307107907036293</id><published>2008-05-23T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:33:34.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feral'/><title type='text'>Feral</title><content type='html'>Feral.  I know a guy named Errol.  That rhymes.  But hey- what is feral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feral.  A Scary Cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=20071112_feral_cat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/20071112_feral_cat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feral. A Scary Cat Monster in the Forest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=FERAL_EXECUTOR.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/FERAL_EXECUTOR.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feral. A Bloody Scary Vampire Face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Feral.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Feral.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feral.  It looks like a scary monster - half cat, half person!  With claws!  I wouldn't want to run into one of those!  They have vampire teeth!  Ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-6130307107907036293?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6130307107907036293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=6130307107907036293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6130307107907036293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6130307107907036293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/feral.html' title='Feral'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-9186002265230279969</id><published>2008-05-22T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:24:27.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underwear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='statue'/><title type='text'>Across</title><content type='html'>Across. It sounds like a direction.  People sometimes say: "Go across the river"  or "Check out the turkey across the table." So ya, I am sure it is a direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across.  A Black President!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=image3876153.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/image3876153.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across. When You Make Out in Water and Someone Watches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=across-the-universe-0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/across-the-universe-0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across. When People in Their Underwear Carry a Big Statue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Across_the_Universe_9lg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Across_the_Universe_9lg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across. It is a black president that can make out under water and carry a statue (in his underwear)!  I don't see how that is a direction.  That sounds more like a talented person!  I would like to try such tricks someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-9186002265230279969?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/9186002265230279969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=9186002265230279969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/9186002265230279969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/9186002265230279969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/across.html' title='Across'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3104278171838072796</id><published>2008-05-21T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:33:43.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curve google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><title type='text'>Swoosh</title><content type='html'>Swoosh.  It sounds like moosh.  I have no idea what it could be other than some crazy cartoon. Or, is it like the act of jumping?  Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoosh.  A Curved Line!  In Blue and Black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=swoosh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/swoosh.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoosh. A Lot of Strange Bumpy Lines!  In Black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=swoosh_brushes.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/swoosh_brushes.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoosh. A Curved Line!  In Red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=NikeSwooshRed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/NikeSwooshRed.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoosh.  So I guess it is a line!  In curved form!  Or blue, black, and red.  It is a line that can come in any color as long as it is curved.  I wish it was something more exciting since it sounds that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3104278171838072796?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3104278171838072796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3104278171838072796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3104278171838072796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3104278171838072796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/swoosh.html' title='Swoosh'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-11761753231123497</id><published>2008-05-20T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:28:50.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamburgers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought bubble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Hungry.</title><content type='html'>Hungry.  What is it?  It seems like it happens everyday.  People will say, "I'm hungry" at work.  What do you do for someone like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry. A Baby Duck Catching Something in its Mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=A_hungry_duckling.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/A_hungry_duckling.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry. A Big Thought Bubble with Food Inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=hungry.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/hungry.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry. When You Eat a Burger Joyously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=20060516HungryCabbie-thumb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/20060516HungryCabbie-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry.  It seems to do with putting things in your mouth, like food or hamburgers.  Maybe it is a thought bubble of putting food in your mouth?  I think that makes ME have a thought bubble of putting food in my mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-11761753231123497?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/11761753231123497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=11761753231123497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/11761753231123497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/11761753231123497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/hungry.html' title='Hungry.'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8549197538269079235</id><published>2008-05-19T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:00:09.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimsuits'/><title type='text'>Cast</title><content type='html'>Cast.  Someone says you do it for a movie so that the movie has people in it.  Wow.  I wonder how you do it though.  It seems like a tricky thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast.  A Shield for a Fat Stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=PregnancyBellyCastKit1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/PregnancyBellyCastKit1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast. Sexy People in Swimsuits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=pool_cast_014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/pool_cast_014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast. An Ugly Sleeve for Your Arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=cast.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/cast.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast.  It seems like something you wear, so why does someone say cast is what you do to have people in a movie?  I guess I would want sexy people in swimsuits to be in my movie, but not if they are wearing casts. Like, woah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8549197538269079235?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8549197538269079235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8549197538269079235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8549197538269079235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8549197538269079235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/cast.html' title='Cast'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8831616465879551033</id><published>2008-05-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:51:43.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiley face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>Sad.  Someone said that's what they felt today.  How do you feel it, though?  Do you pet it?  Is it soft or fluffy?  Or, is it hard?  Like a tin can?  How do you feel a sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.  A Frowning Clown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=images-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/images-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.  A Robot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=sad-robot.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/sad-robot.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.  When a Smiley Face Goes Upside Down and makes Water Come From His Eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=images-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.  Is it like a frowny face that a clown or robot makes?  How come water comes from the eyes when you are feeling it? It seems messy and terrible. Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8831616465879551033?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8831616465879551033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8831616465879551033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8831616465879551033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8831616465879551033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3513789681794552701</id><published>2008-05-17T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:30:14.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vociferous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball player'/><title type='text'>Vociferous</title><content type='html'>Vociferous.  It sounds furious.  Like a ball of fire that you throw at someone and ouch it hurts!  Hmmm...I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vociferous. An Happy Man with Face Paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=69750.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/69750.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vociferous.  An Angry Man Playing Football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=74997.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/74997.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vociferous. An Angry Man in a Suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=derby_wba_wembley_match_03b_460x400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/derby_wba_wembley_match_03b_460x400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vociferous.  It seems like it means happy or angry....and it could involve sports...or wearing suits!  Who knows?  It seems like something I do not want in my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3513789681794552701?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3513789681794552701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3513789681794552701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3513789681794552701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3513789681794552701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/vociferous.html' title='Vociferous'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8478976156890100779</id><published>2008-05-16T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:54:21.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirrel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donkey'/><title type='text'>Dank</title><content type='html'>Dank. What is it?  It does not sound pleasant.  It seems like it smells bad.  Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dank. A Smiling Donkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=nerddonkey.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/nerddonkey.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dank. A Very Attractive Couple! Wearing Terrible Clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=dank.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/dank.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dank. A Scary Squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=DankSquirrel.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/DankSquirrel.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dank.  So it seems like it is not a pleasant thing.  Attractive couples that don't know how to dress is probably my worst nightmare.  So are scary squirrels and smiling donkeys.  Crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8478976156890100779?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8478976156890100779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8478976156890100779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8478976156890100779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8478976156890100779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/dank.html' title='Dank'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8368181102073896167</id><published>2008-05-15T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:53:28.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slanted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Italics</title><content type='html'>Italics. My friend said he likes them. He showed me an example and I didn't get it.  Why would you like everything crooked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italics. A Crazy Language Which You Must  Tilt Your Head to Read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=-NormographeBoldItal.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/-NormographeBoldItal.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italics. Capital Crooked, Angry Letters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Fig-03-EmphasisItalicCapitals.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Fig-03-EmphasisItalicCapitals.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italics. Italics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=250px-Italics1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/250px-Italics1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italics.  They are ugly slanted letters that you have to tilt your head to read...which I do not want to have to do!  Who would want that?  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No one &lt;/span&gt;would want that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8368181102073896167?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8368181102073896167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8368181102073896167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8368181102073896167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8368181102073896167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/italics.html' title='Italics'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3683044263935002357</id><published>2008-05-14T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:03:25.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collaboration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubber band ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands'/><title type='text'>Collaboration</title><content type='html'>Collaboration.  Some people say this is a very important thing.  I think it sounds too complicated.  How do you do it?  What is it? Huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collaboration. A House with Three Different Colored Doors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=collaboration_s.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/collaboration_s.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collaboration.  A Big Ball of Rubberbands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=collaboration-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/collaboration-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collaboration. When You Put You Hand on Top of Other Hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=collaboration.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/collaboration.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collaboration is WAY TOO COMPLICATED.  How do you build a house with three doors?  Also, I would not want to put my hand on top of ten other mystery hands!  I could get germs!  Who wants a rubber band ball anyways?  Hah.  Collaboration. How bodunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3683044263935002357?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3683044263935002357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3683044263935002357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3683044263935002357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3683044263935002357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/collaboration.html' title='Collaboration'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-7847706435536927936</id><published>2008-05-13T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:13:19.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuzzy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love.  What is it?  People say it happens on a holiday in February, so does that mean it only happens once a year?   Is it like Earth Day?  Earth Day is the only day you pick up trash, so maybe there is only one day in the year that you get Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Fuzzy Stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=burnin_love_pouch_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/burnin_love_pouch_3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Money in a Bow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=D3382F14-0FFD-D99A-AEFFD0563564EE7A.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/D3382F14-0FFD-D99A-AEFFD0563564EE7A.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Fireworks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=love.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/love.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.  It seems pretty simple.  Fuzzy fireworks, money with bows....love.  I want some. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-7847706435536927936?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7847706435536927936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=7847706435536927936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7847706435536927936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7847706435536927936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8102093024705430757</id><published>2008-05-12T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:31:52.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog. blue dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penmanship'/><title type='text'>Old</title><content type='html'>Old. What is it? I do not want to be it, I don't think. A person I liked named Peter Pan didn't ever want to be it. So what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old. A Dog with White Hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Old_English_Sheepdog_Champion_Denve.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Old_English_Sheepdog_Champion_Denve.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old. A Blue Dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Old_Blue_DC.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Old_Blue_DC.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old. Terrible Penmanship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=350px-Old_Nubian_manuscript.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/350px-Old_Nubian_manuscript.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old. A dog with terrible penmanship! Now I know why Peter Pan never wanted to be that.  Who would want terrible penmanship!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8102093024705430757?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8102093024705430757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8102093024705430757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8102093024705430757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8102093024705430757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/old.html' title='Old'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3537844269758198523</id><published>2008-05-11T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:19:14.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='machine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASIMO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Robot</title><content type='html'>Robot.  Apparently, Honda Motor Company is making some of these and naming them ASIMO.  What a weird name! They seem like scary aliens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robot.  Machine People! That come in a Variety of Shapes and Sizes! Like Real People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=ROBOTS_narrowweb__300x3450.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/ROBOTS_narrowweb__300x3450.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robot. A Fish!  (But Fake Looking)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=koi_robot.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/koi_robot.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robot. A Machine Suit That You Can Slip on, Like a Bathing Suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=just_another_robot_suit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/just_another_robot_suit.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robot. It seems like a machine thing. But I can't tell if it is real or fake! I guess you wear it to become a machine? Woah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3537844269758198523?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3537844269758198523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3537844269758198523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3537844269758198523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3537844269758198523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/robot.html' title='Robot'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8502306080001824848</id><published>2008-05-10T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:47:23.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sean puffy combs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mochimochi blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nipples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>Puffy</title><content type='html'>Puffy.  My mom used to say, "If your stomach hurts, make a puffy!"  I never really knew what she meant...but I did make farts.  I decided to finally get to the bottom of this and find out what a puffy was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffy. The Rapper! Shaking Bill Clinton's Hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=PuffyClinton.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/PuffyClinton.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffy.  A Green Knitted Creature Thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=puffy-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/puffy-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffy. A Lady with the Biggest Nipples in the World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=puffy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/puffy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffy.  I don't know how I would ever make one.  It's a rapper with the biggest nipples in the world....or a green creature with the biggest nipples in the world.  How weird!  I don't ever want to make a puffy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8502306080001824848?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8502306080001824848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8502306080001824848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8502306080001824848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8502306080001824848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/puffy.html' title='Puffy'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5969341546605937616</id><published>2008-05-09T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:34:50.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UCB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch cram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mona Lisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Sketch</title><content type='html'>Sketch.  One of my friends says he is performing in one of those tonight, so I guess it is a performance.  But, how does it work? Do you say things or just dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketch. A Black and White Drawing of a Lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=sketch-aishwarya-rai-simply-gorgeou.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/sketch-aishwarya-rai-simply-gorgeou.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketch. A Black and White Drawing of a Lady...(Or Man...I am not sure)...on a Red Tablet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=etchasketch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/etchasketch.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketch.  A Black and White Drawing of a Lion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=lion_sketch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/lion_sketch.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketch. So what is it? It seems like you can't perform them because they are just black and white drawings of things.  How do you perform a drawing?  Maybe he is lying to me about what he is doing tonight......I bet he is a talented artist though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5969341546605937616?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5969341546605937616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5969341546605937616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5969341546605937616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5969341546605937616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/sketch.html' title='Sketch'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5157527783596759773</id><published>2008-05-08T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:27:57.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird legs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Embarrassed</title><content type='html'>Embarrassed.  Someone says it is when you turn red and feel bad. Let's see about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed. When you turn Red and Cover your Privates because you are Naked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=embarrassed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/embarrassed.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed.  When a Monkey Puts his Hands on his Face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=embarrassed-chimpanzee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/embarrassed-chimpanzee.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed. When a Lady in a Wedding Dress has Weird Legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=bride.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/bride.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed. It definitely seems like you turn red and cover your face if you are embarrassed, but no one told me about getting naked and having weird legs!  I would NEVER want to get embarrassed ever, now that I know what it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5157527783596759773?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5157527783596759773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5157527783596759773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5157527783596759773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5157527783596759773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/embarrassed.html' title='Embarrassed'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-7090896393608961780</id><published>2008-05-07T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:35:56.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mean girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealous'/><title type='text'>Jealous</title><content type='html'>Jealous. What is it?  It sounds like a jewel or jellybean.  Is it good or bad?  What is a jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous.  When You Turn into a Monster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=jealous.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/jealous.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous. When You Get Annoyed at Someone Pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=jealous-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/jealous-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous. When You Get Mad at Someone that Caught a Fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=jealous-fisherman.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/jealous-fisherman.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous.  It seems like an awful feeling.  I would never want it.  You can turn into a monster if you have it! Oh jeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-7090896393608961780?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7090896393608961780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=7090896393608961780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7090896393608961780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7090896393608961780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/jealous.html' title='Jealous'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-7147198117245323608</id><published>2008-05-06T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:48:58.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lipstick'/><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>Beauty.  Someone says it's relative.  What does that even mean though?  It seems like a cosmic force.  How do you get it?  At a store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty: A Cream you put on your Leg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=beauty-care.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/beauty-care.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty: A Lipstick Stain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=pinkkiss4zc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/pinkkiss4zc.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty: Hair in Front of your Face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=343763wvznqvyqps.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/343763wvznqvyqps.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty.  It seems like a messy thing.  Cream on the legs and lipstick stains?  Also-- hair in the eyes-- how distracting....I don't think beauty is anything I want to get at the store....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-7147198117245323608?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7147198117245323608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=7147198117245323608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7147198117245323608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7147198117245323608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-9184217037922807479</id><published>2008-05-05T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:32:10.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hipster</title><content type='html'>Hipster.  What is it?  People say because I live in Silverlake I am soooo hipster.  Is it hip?  Like the hip on your body?  What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipster:  A Butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=hipster-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/hipster-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipster: A Bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=hipster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/hipster.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipster:  A Girl in her Underwear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Perfectly-Fit-With-Lace-Hipster-Bri.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Perfectly-Fit-With-Lace-Hipster-Bri.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipster.  A bum sandwiched between a butt and a girl in her underwear.  What?  I am NOT that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-9184217037922807479?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/9184217037922807479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=9184217037922807479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/9184217037922807479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/9184217037922807479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/hipster.html' title='Hipster'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3014705295551251091</id><published>2008-05-04T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:55:04.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alanis Morisette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex in the City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Jessica Parker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Rudd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unsexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Unsexy</title><content type='html'>Unsexy.  Someone said my neckbrace was just that.  I don't know what the girl meant, but it must have been a compliment.  People are typically nice when you're injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsexy: A Lady That Smiles Too Big and Has Blonde Hair-- (Hey I've seen her in a Sex show called Sex in the City!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=339871.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/339871.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsexy: A Guy with a Sheet OVER his Privates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=6904_rudd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/6904_rudd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsexy: A Woman who Has Long Hair and Holds Butterflies and Flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=so_unsexy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/so_unsexy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsexy.  Well, for sure a guy covering his privates is unsexy...I can believe that.  But if a long, blode haired girl carrying butterflies and roses is unsexy and she was on a SEX show, then I don't know who to believe!  What is going on?  If you are on a sex show and you are considered unsexy, then that TV show must be stupid!  Wow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3014705295551251091?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3014705295551251091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3014705295551251091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3014705295551251091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3014705295551251091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/unsexy.html' title='Unsexy'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-35421354905866939</id><published>2008-05-03T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:25:56.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icecream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taste tester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Icecream</title><content type='html'>Icecream.  What is it? Is it cream made out of ice or ice made out of cream?  The other day, I heard people bought some for 31 cents from this place called Baskin Robbins.  How cheap!  I later heard it's because Baskin Robbins has 31 Flavors....so that was clever to sell stuff for 31 cents!  Ha Ha!  I guess icecream is something you buy that comes in a flavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icecream:  White Stuff Covered in Brown Stuff that goes on a Stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=icecream_01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/icecream_01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icecream: Eight Different Colored Balls that go on a Cone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=426583Ice-Cream-Cone-with-Many-Colo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/426583Ice-Cream-Cone-with-Many-Colo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icecream: A Lot of Balls that you Eat Really Fast or Put in Your Pocket Like this Man in a White Coat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=workicecream400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/workicecream400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icecream.  It seems like you eat it-- or stuff it in your pocket.  It comes in colorful ball forms- on a stick or on a cone.  It looks tasty too...or complimentary to pockets....  I wonder where you get it?  Is it like coffee, which you might get everyday?  Probably.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-35421354905866939?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/35421354905866939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=35421354905866939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/35421354905866939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/35421354905866939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/icecream.html' title='Icecream'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3530256241219960618</id><published>2008-05-02T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:57:17.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Strong</title><content type='html'>Strong.  What is it?  People say that if you take vitamins, you can get strong.  I bet moms use strong as a way to get their kids to stop misbehaving (like a cookie)---"Don't run around and scream, or else you can't get a strong!"  I bet that is what it is...a reason to stop misbehaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong: A Monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=curiously_strong_magnets-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/curiously_strong_magnets-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong: A Computer, Specifically a Mac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=2008-04-23T205146Z_01_NOOTR_RTRIDSP.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/2008-04-23T205146Z_01_NOOTR_RTRIDSP.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong:  A Lady with Muscles that are Way Too Big, but Good For the Army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=army_strong.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/army_strong.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong.  So what is it?  It looks like a lady with big muscles that plays with monkeys and Mac computers in the army.  I wouldn't want to get one of those as a reward if I stopped misbehaving.  What if I ended up being put in the army too?  I mean, come on....seriously.... I would want to get something better....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3530256241219960618?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3530256241219960618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3530256241219960618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3530256241219960618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3530256241219960618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/strong.html' title='Strong'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5449823504688928190</id><published>2008-05-01T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:20:21.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Sunshine.  People say you get a lot of it in the summer.  But what is summer anyways?  Sunshine seems like it could be annoying.  Or maybe it is nice?  People like the summer so maybe it is REALLY nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine:  A Yellow Ball that Melts in a Hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Sunshine_by_nandolucas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Sunshine_by_nandolucas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine:  A Group of Guys in Black Vests with a Red Balloon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=sunshine_balloon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/sunshine_balloon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine: A Streak of Light that Can Kill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=sunshine-poster-big.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/sunshine-poster-big.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine.  It looks like you have to watch out for it.  It melts and kills and wears black vests!  It seems like it could be a crazy killer man!  Woah.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5449823504688928190?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5449823504688928190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5449823504688928190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5449823504688928190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5449823504688928190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-7099293563436663808</id><published>2008-04-30T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:46:02.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner table'/><title type='text'>Lady</title><content type='html'>Lady.  Is that a person?  Someone says that if you saw me at a dinner table, I would not be considered this.  What did that person mean?  Just because I put food on my face  doesn't mean....whatever...lady is I bet a gross thing anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady:  A Person from the 50s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=lady_bird_johnson.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/lady_bird_johnson.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Hockey Players!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=469257.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/469257.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: A Ghost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=brown_lady_lg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/brown_lady_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady. So Lady is something I definitely do not want to be.  They are ghosts from the 50s that play hockey!  That's not fun!  I'll put food on my face any day rather than being a lady! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-7099293563436663808?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7099293563436663808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=7099293563436663808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7099293563436663808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7099293563436663808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/lady.html' title='Lady'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8655457890117764065</id><published>2008-04-30T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:57:52.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magnificent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Magnificent</title><content type='html'>Magnificent.  Does it mean "amazing"? That is what it seems like when people say it.  Usually it is followed by an "oooo...ahhhh"...so I think it means "glorious"....like the sun and moon. Magnificent is like the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent: A Man wearing only Underwear and tall Fashion Boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=LeonidtheMagnificentfashion12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/LeonidtheMagnificentfashion12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent: Lions that Tear each other's Faces Off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=lioncubsbloody.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/lioncubsbloody.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent: A Fish that Eats another Fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=489450794_a329113a1e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/489450794_a329113a1e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent.  It seems violent and not glorious at all.  Whoever said God was magnificent is probably wrong.  Does he only wear underwear and boots?  I don't THINK so!  Seriously, magnificent seems like a devil word!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8655457890117764065?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8655457890117764065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8655457890117764065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8655457890117764065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8655457890117764065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/magnificent.html' title='Magnificent'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-8296604394125233129</id><published>2008-04-29T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:46:29.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body parts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tastebuds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy bra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutcracker'/><title type='text'>Edible</title><content type='html'>Edible.  It sounds like bull.  What do you do with it?  Throw it in the trashcan?  It sounds more like it smells.  I dunno.  Is it a thing or a feeling or a taste?  Is it ordinary or is it magnificent?  What is magnificent, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edible: A Candy Bra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=candybramain.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/candybramain.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edible: Body Parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=20050904190511.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/20050904190511.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edible: The Nutcracker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=edible-gingerbread-toy-soldier-12-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/edible-gingerbread-toy-soldier-12-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edible seems gross.  Who would want to wear a bra made of candy? Doesn't it get sticky?  Who said that was a good idea?  Who said you could eat the nutcracker or body parts?   I think someone needs to change their tastebuds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-8296604394125233129?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/8296604394125233129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=8296604394125233129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8296604394125233129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/8296604394125233129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/edible.html' title='Edible'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-6547948196441478744</id><published>2008-04-28T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:48:14.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deposit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sperm bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buttons'/><title type='text'>Deposit</title><content type='html'>Deposit.  What is it?  Would I want one?  How do I get it?  Do you need something to get one?  What does it smell like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deposit: A Place Where A Man Goes to Visit a Woman's Legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=spermbank-nightdeposit-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/spermbank-nightdeposit-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deposit: When You Bring a Big Bag of Money to a Woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=deposit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/deposit.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deposit: When You Press Buttons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=binary.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/binary.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deposit.  It seems like a sex thing involving money and buttons.  Do you get a deposit if you give money to get the sex or do you get a deposit when you do the sex?  Why are there buttons!??!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-6547948196441478744?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6547948196441478744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=6547948196441478744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6547948196441478744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6547948196441478744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/deposit.html' title='Deposit'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3656991372072444785</id><published>2008-04-27T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:05:15.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncomfortable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bald guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superwoman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disconcerting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Señor Sassmacho'/><title type='text'>Disconcerting</title><content type='html'>Disconcerting.  Is it like when you are concerned???  Disconcerting sounds like a "dis,"  which is like getting a bad compliment I think.  I don't think I ever want to get a "disconcerting". My friend Señor Sassmacho suggested this word because he saw the third image below on the google internet and he was like, "What?"   I don't think he likes the idea of getting a "disconcerting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disconcerting: Half of a Bald Guy's Head -- Maybe it is Smiling, Maybe It is Not!  It is Behind a Wall Though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=self_a_moitie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/self_a_moitie.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disconcerting: When Superman Cries on Superwoman's Shoulder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=bigteaser_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/bigteaser_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disconcerting: A Baby that Needs a Fake Hand on its Butt to Sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=zaky72.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/zaky72.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disconcerting.  It seems really terrible.  When Superman cries on Superwoman's shoulder, it always makes me uncomfortable.  Babies needing hands on their butts to sleep also makes me uncomfortable!  So do bald guys hiding behind walls!  Is disconcerting the idea of being uncomfortable around something????  Maybe.  Señor Sassmacho sent me that baby picture to make me uncomfortably angry I think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3656991372072444785?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3656991372072444785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3656991372072444785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3656991372072444785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3656991372072444785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/disconcerting.html' title='Disconcerting'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-1999914599034213607</id><published>2008-04-26T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:27:11.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='producto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='production'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycle helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='llama'/><title type='text'>Producto</title><content type='html'>Producto.  Someone told me that "producto" was the feeling of getting things done.  But -- what?  It sounds made up.  There is such a thing as production -- and that is like a show or movie or something.  So what is that guy saying!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producto:  A Strange Looking Dinosaur Llama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=AccoyoProducto9-17-032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/AccoyoProducto9-17-032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producto: A Martini Glass with a Rainbow Inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=producto_03.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/producto_03.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producto: A Blue Bicycle Helmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Producto241-93.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Producto241-93.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  Someone was wrong.  Producto is so not getting things done.  Producto is like drinking a martini when wearing a bicycle helmet and riding a strange llama!  Don't  tell me you can get work done when riding a llama...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-1999914599034213607?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1999914599034213607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=1999914599034213607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1999914599034213607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1999914599034213607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/producto.html' title='Producto'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3989874479167870957</id><published>2008-04-25T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:19:28.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daniel radcliff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salubrious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deer'/><title type='text'>Salubrious</title><content type='html'>Salubrious.  What is it?  Is it a taste? Does it make you go "wow"?  Salubrious... my friend likes it. Is it because it rhymes with Jesus!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salubrious: A Naked Boy with a Horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=shrinker465.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/shrinker465.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salubrious: Flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00266.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/DSC00266.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salubrious: A Deer with String in its Hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=deeronnet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/deeronnet.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salubrious...why does my friend like this word?  Does he like boys with horses?  Maybe   he likes flowers.  I don't know why he likes deer with messy hair though!  Maybe salubrious is like peaceful flowers next to a pretty white horse that a boy walks around naked with but a deer doesn't like seeing that so he messes his hair up and goes, "Humph!"?  I dunno.  Salubrious is still a mystery to me.  It's seems pretty though...and gay!  (But I am just referring to the flowers).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3989874479167870957?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3989874479167870957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3989874479167870957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3989874479167870957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3989874479167870957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/salubrious.html' title='Salubrious'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-4942890034106682039</id><published>2008-04-25T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:16:23.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>Crush.  It sounds like mush!  Do you eat it?  What goes well with it?  Ketchup?  I wanna try!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush: Two Sexy Girls in Bikinis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Crush_rise_calendar_cropped.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Crush_rise_calendar_cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush: Heart Symbols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=crush-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/crush-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush: A Pink Drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=crush.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/crush.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So crush IS something you can drink-- not eat!  Maybe crush is like when you are drinking a pink soda and you see a sexy girl in a bikini you go up to her and give her a heart symbol?  Ya-- that must be what crush is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-4942890034106682039?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/4942890034106682039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=4942890034106682039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4942890034106682039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/4942890034106682039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-2103531044026095753</id><published>2008-04-24T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:33:25.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Jello</title><content type='html'>Jello.  It sounds like mellow.  Is it a feeling?  Do you juggle it like balls?  Does it taste like a candy?  What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jello:  A Gelatin Dessert that Comes in a Cherry Flavor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=jello.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/jello.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jello:  A Mushy Colorful Substance that you can Build Houses out of! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=sf_jello.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/sf_jello.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jello: A Lady in her Underwear!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=2006_12_jello2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/2006_12_jello2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jello.  It's mushy!  And a dessert? A gelatin dessert?  Is that what gelatin is?  A mushy substance you can eat because it comes in a flavor? Is there anything that comes in a flavor that you should NOT eat?  Condoms?!  That is silly.  I don't know what those are.  Jello seems to be a lady in her underwear that can make houses out of mushy tasty substances.  No?  You wrestle in jello?!  What!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-2103531044026095753?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/2103531044026095753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=2103531044026095753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/2103531044026095753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/2103531044026095753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/jello.html' title='Jello'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-1151987605858375648</id><published>2008-04-23T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:13:50.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underwater cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hans and fras'/><title type='text'>Real</title><content type='html'>Real.  What?  A lot of people are saying they are "for real" lately.  Like-- what do they mean?  The people at Hans and Fras are very confused and asked what real was because so many people want to be real.  It's like-- isn't everyone real?  I didn't THINK I was a ghost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real: A Big Machine Man Thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=real-transformer-movie-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/real-transformer-movie-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real: A Black Presidential Candidate Seeking Change for America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=10obama-600.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/10obama-600.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real: An Underwater Car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=squba1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/squba1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real.  So who is for or against it?  It looks like anything can be "for real" if it puts its mind to it.  Machine men and underwater cars are for real.  So what about this black presidential candidate seeking change for America?  Is he for real?  I want to know more...Hans and Fras, will you make us a "For Real" T-shirt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-1151987605858375648?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1151987605858375648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=1151987605858375648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1151987605858375648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1151987605858375648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/real.html' title='Real'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5556804111635272451</id><published>2008-04-22T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:58:21.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sock puppet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambunctious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raindrop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Rambunctious</title><content type='html'>Rambunctious.  It sounds like a bunkbed.  Maybe you would play with it?  Or...would you get angry at it?  Rambunctious.  What is it, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambunctious:  A Very Loud Blue Boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Rambunctious.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Rambunctious.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambunctious: A Raindrop that Carries an Umbrella (hey....this raindrop gets around- he was in another post: http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/raindrop.html)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=raindrop-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/raindrop-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambunctious: A Sock Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=rambunctiousbig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/rambunctiousbig.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambunctious is crazy!  What do you do with it?  It's a sock man that is also a raindrop that carries an umbrella when it really should just ride its boat!  Jeeez!  Rambunctious-- you are crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5556804111635272451?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5556804111635272451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5556804111635272451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5556804111635272451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5556804111635272451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/rambunctious.html' title='Rambunctious'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-3884881878227067057</id><published>2008-04-21T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:06:21.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>Depressed.  What is it?  Someone told me they felt it.  Is it like a blanket?  Does it feel like something squishy?  What is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed:  A Man that Sits By Himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=depressed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/depressed.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed: A Lady that Sits by Herself on the Left Side of a Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=pd_depressed_070531_ms.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/pd_depressed_070531_ms.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed: A Man or Lady that Sits by Itself on the Left Side of a Picture with Its Head in Its Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=depressed-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/depressed-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is depressed something a person feels but you can't see it?  Everyone looks sad...so maybe it is that....sad?  Depressed is probably sad feelings and you only sit to the left side of something when you feel the sad feelings!  Sometimes, you may put your hands on your face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-3884881878227067057?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/3884881878227067057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=3884881878227067057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3884881878227067057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/3884881878227067057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-6655459290005541391</id><published>2008-04-21T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:00:55.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry</title><content type='html'>Merry.  What is it?  Do you play with it?  Is it someone's name?  It sounds cheerful...so is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry: A Mystical Land Covered in Snow with Trees that Light Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Merry_Christmas_1024-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Merry_Christmas_1024-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry: An Elfin Man with a Funny Face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=merry4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/merry4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry: A Group of Girls Who Only Wear Red and Shout Happy Things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=MerryChristmas-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/MerryChristmas-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this merry thing?  Girls that wear red seem to say merry with Christmas and  boys that look like elves seem to hang out only in snow where trees light up!&lt;br /&gt;Merry seems to be happy girls in a mystical snowland with elf men running around...right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-6655459290005541391?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/6655459290005541391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=6655459290005541391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6655459290005541391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/6655459290005541391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/me.html' title='Merry'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-7721987966246472209</id><published>2008-04-20T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:29:49.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='420'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant'/><title type='text'>Weed</title><content type='html'>Weed.  What is it?  Does it grow on trees?  What does it do?  Is it the name of a city or TV show?  What is it?  People seem to celebrate it on this very day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weed: A Plant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=GotWeed_close.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/GotWeed_close.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weed: Old Ladies or "Grannies" Smoke It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=grannys_weed_big.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/grannys_weed_big.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weed:  A Big Ball of Nuisance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=weed_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/weed_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-- why do people celebrate this weed on this very day?  Do more people than just grannies smoke it?  Who can smoke it?  Is it illegal?  Apparently, it is a plant-- but apparently it is also a big ball of whositwhatsit!  So-- who knows?  Maybe weed is bad.  Maybe it is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-7721987966246472209?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/7721987966246472209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=7721987966246472209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7721987966246472209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/7721987966246472209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/weed.html' title='Weed'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-2563566530567336085</id><published>2008-04-19T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:16:45.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happyland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liz Acosta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Fart</title><content type='html'>Fart.  What is it?  Liz from the blog Happyland wants to know.  Is it air?  Does it smell?  Because it rhymes with art, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fart: A Scary Monster Suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=WetSuitFart.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/WetSuitFart.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fart: Something You Should Close Your Ass For!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=closeenglish.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/closeenglish.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fart: Air That Comes From Your Butt and You Should Not Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=fart-40825.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/fart-40825.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fart.  It seems very clear.  It looks like air that comes out of your butt.  But why can't you do it?  It seems like people recommend closing your butt.  But how?  Do you wear a scary monster suit to prevent the air from coming out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-2563566530567336085?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/2563566530567336085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=2563566530567336085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/2563566530567336085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/2563566530567336085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/fart.html' title='Fart'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-543838429999642299</id><published>2008-04-18T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:43:27.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='button'/><title type='text'>Button</title><content type='html'>Button.  What is it?  Does it fly?  Is it useful?  Can you make one yourself?  It sounds like a pastry!  So what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Button:  A Circle with Holes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=buttons033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/buttons033.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Button: A Baseball Player Scratching His Nose with His Shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=large_huge_verlander.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/large_huge_verlander.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Button: An Arrow Pointing Down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=ip_icon_03_ButtonDown.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/ip_icon_03_ButtonDown.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is a button?  A circle with holes that makes a baseball player scratch his nose or an arrow pointing down to the holes in a circle?  I still don't get it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-543838429999642299?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/543838429999642299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=543838429999642299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/543838429999642299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/543838429999642299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/button.html' title='Button'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5842592127112162389</id><published>2008-04-17T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:32:37.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mean girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mean'/><title type='text'>Mean</title><content type='html'>Mean.  What is it?  An animal?  Can you eat it?  Does it feel like anything?  What do you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean: A Fluffy Cat that Looks Like a Leopard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=a-mean-kitty_560x372.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/a-mean-kitty_560x372.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean: A Graph About I Do Not Know What!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=regmean2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/regmean2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean:  A Group of Girls that Wear Pink Only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=MeanGirls1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/MeanGirls1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is mean a bad thing?  I know that I don't like math.....Maybe mean is a girl in pink that makes you learn math and pet cats!  Ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5842592127112162389?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5842592127112162389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5842592127112162389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5842592127112162389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5842592127112162389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/mean.html' title='Mean'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-5313240008114924436</id><published>2008-04-16T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:32:59.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lancaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penny lancaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde woman'/><title type='text'>Lancaster</title><content type='html'>Lancaster.  I tried to find it on a map, but I could not!  It is supposed to be in California, but I think they might be lying to me!  Could it be a place, person, or thing????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lancaster:  Somewhere that is not California, but Europe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Lancaster--District_tcm18-61936.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Lancaster--District_tcm18-61936.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lancaster:  Planes that fight each other with Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=lancaster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/lancaster.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lancaster:  A Pretty Blonde Lady that Poses Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=penny_lancaster_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/penny_lancaster_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lancaster is a person, place AND thing!!!! How do I know which one?  Is it a pretty lady that flies a fighting plane to Germany???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-5313240008114924436?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/5313240008114924436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=5313240008114924436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5313240008114924436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/5313240008114924436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/lancaster.html' title='Lancaster'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-9021330591935616702</id><published>2008-04-15T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:33:21.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosie o&apos;donnell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Terrorist</title><content type='html'>Terrorist.  What is it? Does it inflict terror?  Is it mad that it has "ist" in its name?  It kinda sounds like it hisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist: A Sexy Lady wrapped in Scarves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=burqa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/burqa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist: A Target for your Gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=terrorist-target-sample.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/terrorist-target-sample.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist:  A Man trapped in Rosie O'Donnel's Body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Terrorist_Captured.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Terrorist_Captured.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorists are like sexy then, but dangerous?  It seems like sometimes they have hair in gross places, but sometimes, they are just sexy naked ladies that only have to cover the hair on their heads.  It seems like you should shoot them with your gun since they have target practice papers for them, but I dunno if it is a good idea....what if they could shoot back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-9021330591935616702?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/9021330591935616702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=9021330591935616702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/9021330591935616702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/9021330591935616702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/terrorist.html' title='Terrorist'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-58371326354199577</id><published>2008-04-14T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:33:41.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umbrella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raindrop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Raindrop</title><content type='html'>Raindrop.  What is it?  Is it cold?  Is it like a drop of weather?  What is a drop?  Does it fall?  Where does it fall from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrop: A Cartoon Image (resembling water) that Carries an Umbrella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=raindrop.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/raindrop.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrop:  Falls like Bird Poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=Raindrop-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/Raindrop-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrop: Becomes a Robot Alien on Command!  (in Asia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=em_raindrop.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/em_raindrop.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is a raindrop?  An alien robot from Asia that looks like water or water that looks like bird poop and holds an umbrella?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-58371326354199577?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/58371326354199577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=58371326354199577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/58371326354199577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/58371326354199577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/raindrop.html' title='Raindrop'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806743107341993897.post-1063400402781345487</id><published>2008-04-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:34:00.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Betty Boop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='googlegoop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Bicycle</title><content type='html'>Bicycle.  What is it?  I hear they have wheels. How many? Do you ride them?  Do you display them in a display case?  What do you do with a bicycle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle: Comes in a variety of designs, including a Hello Kitty design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=hello-kitty-bicycle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/hello-kitty-bicycle.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle: Can have One Big Wheel and One Small Wheel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=bicycle.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/bicycle.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle: Betty Boop Advertises Them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/?action=view&amp;current=url.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/rizzotti/url.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bicycles are confusing!  They seem to have too many kinds of wheels and designs.  Betty Boop likes all kinds!  (Especially the ones at the beach)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806743107341993897-1063400402781345487?l=googlegoop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/feeds/1063400402781345487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806743107341993897&amp;postID=1063400402781345487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1063400402781345487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806743107341993897/posts/default/1063400402781345487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://googlegoop.blogspot.com/2008/04/bicycle.html' title='Bicycle'/><author><name>Alessandra Rizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10049175457409864561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM1izMgP9yA/SYlWTqRhvQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rVOfyHjOdIA/S220/Photo+423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
