<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113</id><updated>2012-01-19T08:54:07.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mustard Only</title><subtitle type='html'>No Mustard Only is about self improvement.  We offer occasional postings that stimulate your mind and body, as well as offering timeless advice, just as it has been passed on from the Shaman to us.  Reading No Mustard Only will make you an older person, guaranteed.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-1157713715481316204</id><published>2012-01-19T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:54:07.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman's Top Ten Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>10) Robin always smokes in the batcave&lt;br /&gt;9) Moustaches, especially Commissioner Gordon's&lt;br /&gt;8) When kids draw boobs on the bat symbol light&lt;br /&gt;7) Police Officers always get free donuts, Batmen get jack shit&lt;br /&gt;6) When Alfred calls him "Master Bruce" when he's in costume&lt;br /&gt;5) Superman's "Super" farts&lt;br /&gt;4) When the Riddler calls and asks if his refrigerator is running&lt;br /&gt;3) Every time someone calls Batgirl hot, not realizing she's his daughter&lt;br /&gt;2) When he gets an itch underneath the Batsuit&lt;br /&gt;1)&amp;nbsp; Most Bat Groupies are in their 40's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-1157713715481316204?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/1157713715481316204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=1157713715481316204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1157713715481316204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1157713715481316204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2012/01/batmans-top-ten-pet-peeves.html' title='Batman&apos;s Top Ten Pet Peeves'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-2870264152046905935</id><published>2012-01-07T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:49:24.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Television Pilots</title><content type='html'>Here are some new TV show concepts that No Mustard Only is really jazzed about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Garies (ABC)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where the "sleep 'n shark" is a popular vacation activity (the sleep n' shark is kind of like a bed and breakfast, only customers are given a nice bedroom room on a boat, and an opportunity to get into a cage and go scuba diving with sharks), the Gary brothers (played by Gary Sinise and Gary Busey), from Gary, Indiana, decide to open their own sleep 'n shark with a twist -- called the "Fart 'n Shark"&amp;nbsp; As put by Busey's character, Gary (that's right, Gary Gary) "the 'Fart 'n Shark' is to sleep 'n sharks what fast food is to restaurants."&amp;nbsp; And the Fart 'n Shark is an underwater hotel that requires a submarine to deliver customers to their rooms.&amp;nbsp; The series will be a drama that focuses primarily on the Gary family and their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Best Cooker (Bravo)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Cooker is an elimination style cooking competition in the same vain as Top Chef.&amp;nbsp; In this competition, the contestants are faced with challenges that require preparation of store-bought pre-packaged meals using only the ingredients supplied in the package, or called for in the directions written on the package.&amp;nbsp; For example, the first challenge is to prepare a box of Kraft Macaroni and cheese using only a pot of boiling water, milk, butter and the ingredients in the box... &lt;i&gt;Good Luck!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; The show gets a lot of character from the pompous judges who are always yelling at contestants with comments like "this Hot Pocket has too much salt," or "This P.F. Chang's frozen Mongolian beef and broccoli meal needs more pepper," when the contestants are not allowed to use salt or pepper.&amp;nbsp; When a final loser is determined, the judges tell the booted contestant to "go ahead and get all your shit and get out of here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 Gay Guys (CBS)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The network bills this show as "the same kind of show as two and a half men."&amp;nbsp; The premise is simple: a homosexual couple lives together in a San&amp;nbsp;Francisco&amp;nbsp;apartment, and are constantly engaged in raunchy, obvious jokes, mostly aimed at how much the characters like to have gay sex - both with each other and other men.&amp;nbsp; In addition to the low-brow humor, the show tries to tackle deeper issues, such as whether it is better to have the bigger penis in a gay relationship, or get to enjoy your partner's larger penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;WWJD (Fox)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a botched Apocalypse, the  second coming of Jesus Christ is stuck on Earth without anybody knowing his true identity.&amp;nbsp; After generating some identification paperwork, Christ lands a job as a technician in the audio department for the WWJD radio station in Dubuque, Iowa.&amp;nbsp; But when a microphone screw-up causes a conversation between Christ and a depressed co-worker to be accidentally broadcast on-air, ratings explode and the radio station offers Christ his own call-in-advice talk show.&amp;nbsp; In the call-in talk show, Christ doles out advice on the morally correct way to act.&amp;nbsp; We soon find out that the advice Christ doles out on-air is sometimes inconsistent with the way he actually acts.&amp;nbsp; The show explores the complicated question, what would Jesus &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence is Golden (HBO)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A show about a deaf family that cannot speak.&amp;nbsp; The entire show is in sign-language, designed for the niche-market of deaf people.&amp;nbsp; Though groundbreaking and acclaimed by critics, the show doesn't get huge ratings show because no one can understand it, but HBO can afford to keep the show on for several seasons because it is cheap to make.&amp;nbsp; After season one, the show is offered with "open captioning" which is kind of the opposite of closed captioning, I suppose, letting regular people be able to watch the show.&amp;nbsp; The premise of the show is that the deaf family works as hit men for the mob and have to kill someone in each episode.&amp;nbsp; There is a lot of sex and nudity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0vIvF-YbdY/TwcuZnaanII/AAAAAAAAGz8/0MNZCQV4d2A/s1600/delta-airline-pilots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0vIvF-YbdY/TwcuZnaanII/AAAAAAAAGz8/0MNZCQV4d2A/s200/delta-airline-pilots.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4909309796491309113-2870264152046905935?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/2870264152046905935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=2870264152046905935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/2870264152046905935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/2870264152046905935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2012/01/television-pilots.html' title='Television Pilots'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0vIvF-YbdY/TwcuZnaanII/AAAAAAAAGz8/0MNZCQV4d2A/s72-c/delta-airline-pilots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-7569293349689305659</id><published>2012-01-06T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:26:04.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Classic Lines Actually Spoken in Real Life</title><content type='html'>10) "Well isn't that the blues" - Ron 1998&lt;br /&gt;9) "I do it.&amp;nbsp; You do it.&amp;nbsp; We all do it...&amp;nbsp; But don't do it" - Monique - 1972&lt;br /&gt;8) "Oh what I wouldn't give for an hour and a half with nothing but a cigar, a glass of cognac and the Guinness Book of World Records" - Carl 2010&lt;br /&gt;7) "If I only had a jackhammer, I probably would have" - Luis 1984&lt;br /&gt;6) "Justice? Ain't no such thing as justice." - Maude 1968&lt;br /&gt;5) "That is for Mr. Grant to decide.&amp;nbsp; It is his bowel movement." - Norma G. 1943&lt;br /&gt;4) "Of course its invisible.&amp;nbsp; It's lunch." - Ezzie 2185&lt;br /&gt;3) "'What's the best city in Idaho?&amp;nbsp; Boi--...&amp;nbsp; I mean, generosity." - Norma V. 1993&lt;br /&gt;2) "What a shameful thing you have done to this family.&amp;nbsp; For shame!" - Paul 1791&lt;br /&gt;1) "But I am not Helmut!" - unknown man (but clearly not Helmut) 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-7569293349689305659?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/7569293349689305659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=7569293349689305659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7569293349689305659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7569293349689305659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2012/01/ten-classic-lines-actually-spoken-in.html' title='Ten Classic Lines Actually Spoken in Real Life'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-5282528572911766239</id><published>2011-08-05T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:42:52.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Potatoes!</title><content type='html'>Has anyone tried these New Potatoes yet?&amp;nbsp; They come in a can, and I guess they have two varieties.&amp;nbsp; Round and sliced.&amp;nbsp; I say, its about fucking time.&amp;nbsp; I was starting to get sick of old, regular potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VnXMuLVZG9o/TjwmWXJojNI/AAAAAAAAGsA/OED4qTYKNJw/s1600/IMG_20110710_171804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VnXMuLVZG9o/TjwmWXJojNI/AAAAAAAAGsA/OED4qTYKNJw/s320/IMG_20110710_171804.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-5282528572911766239?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/5282528572911766239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=5282528572911766239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/5282528572911766239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/5282528572911766239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-potatoes.html' title='New Potatoes!'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VnXMuLVZG9o/TjwmWXJojNI/AAAAAAAAGsA/OED4qTYKNJw/s72-c/IMG_20110710_171804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-1443212997147833199</id><published>2011-08-05T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:40:43.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Funniest Methods of Payment</title><content type='html'>10) Bag of jewels&lt;br /&gt;9) Western Union&lt;br /&gt;8) Theft (i.e., no payment)&lt;br /&gt;7) Ski-ball ticket redemption&lt;br /&gt;6) Three easy installments &lt;br /&gt;5) (tie) Food Stamps (for poor pepole)/Regular stamps (for mail)&lt;br /&gt;4) Writing a Check&lt;br /&gt;3) First born child&lt;br /&gt;2) One year of unlimited free Heimlich maneuvers&lt;br /&gt;1) Cash, but always coming up one penny short&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-1443212997147833199?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/1443212997147833199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=1443212997147833199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1443212997147833199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1443212997147833199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2011/08/ten-funniest-methods-of-payment.html' title='Ten Funniest Methods of Payment'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-3682419126065058369</id><published>2011-03-31T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:37:45.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mustard Only Calls Shenanigans</title><content type='html'>No Mustard Only calls bullshit on some things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.&amp;nbsp; You know what is a treatment?&amp;nbsp; Chemo therapy is a treatment.&amp;nbsp; Those things on your window are fucking blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The Addams family started when Uncle Fester farted.&amp;nbsp; They all became retarded.&amp;nbsp; The Addams family."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bullshit.&amp;nbsp; For one,  how can a family begin with a fart?&amp;nbsp; The only thing that begins with a  fart is a bowel movement.&amp;nbsp; For a family to start that way makes  absolutely no sense.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention that the family had to already have  been started by this point, as evidenced by 1) Uncle Fester was already  around to make the fart in the first place, and 2) he was called  "Uncle" Fester.&amp;nbsp; See?&amp;nbsp; The family already &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; started long before  this alleged fart.&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine how gross of a fart it would have  to be though, if the family really was started that way?&amp;nbsp; If a bald guy  farted and out came this giant furrball (Cousin It) and a hand that  lives in a box among others?&amp;nbsp; Totally nasty.&amp;nbsp; Then, we skip right ahead  to them all becoming retarded.&amp;nbsp; This statement is logically more  credible, but far lacking in explanation.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; How?&amp;nbsp; You don't just  "become" retarded.&amp;nbsp; Was it something in the fart that made them  retarded?&amp;nbsp; Finally we conclude with a nice little summary.&amp;nbsp; The Addams  family.&amp;nbsp; Finally some sense in an otherwise nonsensical statement.&amp;nbsp; Why  someone would even say the rest of it is beyond me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/4909309796491309113-3682419126065058369?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/3682419126065058369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=3682419126065058369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/3682419126065058369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/3682419126065058369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-mustard-only-calls-shenanigans.html' title='No Mustard Only Calls Shenanigans'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-1238434825922455409</id><published>2011-02-24T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T07:53:20.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Grow Up So Slow</title><content type='html'>So I now have a one week old son, and I can't say that I agree with the popular observation that children "grow up so fast."&amp;nbsp; I think they grow up really slow.&amp;nbsp; At best, they grow up at an average speed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I saw a mother at the supermarket yesterday talking with someone about her kid.&amp;nbsp; "He's already 7, can you believe it?" She said.&amp;nbsp; "Man, they really grow up fast don't they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&amp;nbsp; They don't.&amp;nbsp; It took SEVEN YEARS for him to get to that stage.&amp;nbsp; Michael Phelps had time to win 14 Olympic gold medals in that time frame, there's been two presidential elections, New Orleans was destroyed and rebuilt, and world peace started and ended in that time (ok - we wish that last one was true).&amp;nbsp; And the kid is still not even &lt;u&gt;half&lt;/u&gt; your size.&amp;nbsp; They grow up slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6-qTOKti2k/TWZ-suz4HYI/AAAAAAAAGis/O2XHuGebZgA/s1600/item-2771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6-qTOKti2k/TWZ-suz4HYI/AAAAAAAAGis/O2XHuGebZgA/s200/item-2771.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-1238434825922455409?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/1238434825922455409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=1238434825922455409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1238434825922455409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1238434825922455409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2011/02/they-grow-up-so-slow.html' title='They Grow Up So Slow'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6-qTOKti2k/TWZ-suz4HYI/AAAAAAAAGis/O2XHuGebZgA/s72-c/item-2771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-2209168166971151502</id><published>2011-02-09T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:50:06.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Best Valentine's Day Candy Sayings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; 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Grand&lt;br /&gt;7) The Wynn, Dixie (elegance of the Wynn, convenience of the grocery chain)&lt;br /&gt;6) Excalibur (rejected, but they still built it)&lt;br /&gt;5) The Amish-ian &lt;br /&gt;4) My Body, My Choice &lt;br /&gt;3) Tehran, Iran&lt;br /&gt;2) Circus Freaks, Circus Freaks&lt;br /&gt;1) Weezer's Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TTXm_fryUUI/AAAAAAAAGfo/4VEan7bz4e4/s1600/weezer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TTXm_fryUUI/AAAAAAAAGfo/4VEan7bz4e4/s200/weezer.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-2425707088514808621?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/2425707088514808621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=2425707088514808621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/2425707088514808621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/2425707088514808621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2011/01/ten-rejected-las-vegas-casino-ideas.html' title='Ten Rejected Las Vegas Casino Ideas'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TTXm_fryUUI/AAAAAAAAGfo/4VEan7bz4e4/s72-c/weezer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-5435481739617495556</id><published>2011-01-18T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T10:49:56.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End World Peace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No Mustard Only would like to welcome all visitors of the End World Peace Blog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's right, No Mustard Only has merged with &lt;a href="http://www.endworldpeace.com/"&gt;www.endworldpeace.com&lt;/a&gt; and will now be delivering occasional content on how we can end the plague that is world peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why end world peace you say?&amp;nbsp; Because when you have world peace, the good guys are prevented from stopping the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0454402/"&gt;bad guys&lt;/a&gt;, so evil always wins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us in helping to END WORLD PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TTXf2KIfOrI/AAAAAAAAGfg/aPUUXl9Fl0U/s1600/End+World+Peace.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TTXf2KIfOrI/AAAAAAAAGfg/aPUUXl9Fl0U/s320/End+World+Peace.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;possible new logo of the End World Peace organization&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-5435481739617495556?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/5435481739617495556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=5435481739617495556' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/5435481739617495556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/5435481739617495556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-world-peace.html' title='End World Peace!'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TTXf2KIfOrI/AAAAAAAAGfg/aPUUXl9Fl0U/s72-c/End+World+Peace.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-8293928260422627558</id><published>2010-12-09T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T21:44:11.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 S's of Baby Relaxation</title><content type='html'>So last night we watched this video that is supposed to help you get your newborn baby to fall asleep.&amp;nbsp; The video demonstrates the 5 S's - 5 words that begin with S that describe the things you are supposed to do.&amp;nbsp; The video was really boring, so I will summarize the 5 S's below, so you don't have to watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;haking: The function here is that babies don't really know that they are supposed to shut up.&amp;nbsp; They cry because, well thats basically all they can do.&amp;nbsp; If you could tell it to stop, it probably would, but they don't understand English yet, so you can't do that.&amp;nbsp; By shaking the baby, they get the sense that they are really pissing people off, and they might stop.&amp;nbsp; But remember, always shake your baby front to back, and never side to side. Baby's consider side-to-side shaking to be fun, so they won't get the point.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;creaming (also: &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;houting, &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;caring, &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;tartling): If shaking your baby doesn't work, then you are supposed to scream at it.&amp;nbsp; The principal behind this S is that babys are very, very dumb, and thus very bored.&amp;nbsp; Since they don't understand what is going on around them, the world can be very dull and very depressing.&amp;nbsp; If you startle your baby by screaming at it, it can provide a very enjoyable surprise, and help calm the baby down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TQEAAr-vwZI/AAAAAAAAGes/oa8XNC348zQ/s1600/ababyemmett-069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TQEAAr-vwZI/AAAAAAAAGes/oa8XNC348zQ/s320/ababyemmett-069.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Demonstrating the "screaming" tactic&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;lapping, &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;macking, and &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;tabbing: Sometimes the baby forgets that it exists. It can lose a connection with its 5 senses.&amp;nbsp; By smacking the baby in the face, or stabbing (poking with a finger, never with a knife) the baby in the chest, you provide a friendly reminder that they do exist, and that they are alive.&amp;nbsp; This comfort can send the baby into a very relaxed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;moking:&amp;nbsp; Remember how calming and soothing your first cigarette was?&amp;nbsp; Well it is almost &lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt; times as calming for babies.&amp;nbsp; If the baby is unable to hold and smoke the cigarette by itself, it is recommended that you blow a large puff of second-hand smoke directly into the babies face.&amp;nbsp; Remember though, until your baby is satisfactorily breast-feeding full-time, you shouldn't let the baby puff directly on a cigarette (or cigar) - it can lead to bad sucking and latching habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TQEAdZQxGWI/AAAAAAAAGew/VSrEefShcb4/s1600/baby-smoking.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TQEAdZQxGWI/AAAAAAAAGew/VSrEefShcb4/s200/baby-smoking.gif" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TQEAe-CZKSI/AAAAAAAAGe0/sfktumUnhYk/s1600/Smoking_Baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="105" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TQEAe-CZKSI/AAAAAAAAGe0/sfktumUnhYk/s200/Smoking_Baby.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smoking makes babies happy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;hock: This is only to be used as a last resort, if your baby really won't shut up after the first four S's.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Get a pair of jumper cables.&amp;nbsp; Hook the positive (red) node to your baby's right nipple, and the negative (black) node to the baby's left foot.&amp;nbsp; If the baby doesn't have a left foot, just clamp to the babies calf, thigh or stump.&amp;nbsp; After hooking the other end of the cable up to the battery of a running vehicle, a 12 volt charge of good old-fashioned e-lec-tricity will pump through your child, soothing the nerves, easing the pain, and totally relaxing him or her.&amp;nbsp; Note - be careful not to leave the baby clamped for too long, or you may deplete the power on your car battery and be unable to start your car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-8293928260422627558?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/8293928260422627558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=8293928260422627558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/8293928260422627558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/8293928260422627558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-ss-of-baby-relaxation.html' title='The 5 S&apos;s of Baby Relaxation'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TQEAAr-vwZI/AAAAAAAAGes/oa8XNC348zQ/s72-c/ababyemmett-069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-5718432422173008186</id><published>2010-06-02T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:43:00.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mustard Only Does It:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;There are some hilarious shirts out there that  insinuate sexual connotations involved with certain occupational tasks.&amp;nbsp;  For in&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;stance, "Bus  drivers do it in transit," and "Dentists do it orally" - Check them out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joe-ks.com/Do_It_With.htm" rel="nofollow" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;  Anyhow, here are a few No Mustard Only originals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisherman do it in a boat&lt;br /&gt;Barbers  like it hairy&lt;br /&gt;Trapeze people do it in the air&lt;br /&gt;Investors do it "on  the floor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Construction workers do it with a guy  jacking his hammer in the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Lawyers do it with a cock ring&lt;br /&gt;Engineers do it up the  ass&lt;br /&gt;Doctors do it with an octopus present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Tiger Woods does it with 18 holes a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Butchers do it with their wives, if their wives take a shower first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Gelato store owners do it using tantric methods, like Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Teachers  do it with a Dr. Seuss book between their but cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Actors do it and never wear condoms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Popes do it seldom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Ventriloquists do it with their arm so far up a cartoon's ass that the cartoon can taste fingers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TAamK6-1_1I/AAAAAAAAGbE/jn7xOoVcIBc/s1600/mel-gibson-with-puppet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TAamK6-1_1I/AAAAAAAAGbE/jn7xOoVcIBc/s320/mel-gibson-with-puppet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4909309796491309113-5718432422173008186?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/5718432422173008186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=5718432422173008186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/5718432422173008186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/5718432422173008186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-mustard-only-does-it.html' title='No Mustard Only Does It:'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TAamK6-1_1I/AAAAAAAAGbE/jn7xOoVcIBc/s72-c/mel-gibson-with-puppet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-4492515594313230535</id><published>2010-06-01T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:13:27.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mustard Only Calls Shenanigans: Biz Markie</title><content type='html'>No Mustard Only will acknowledge that it is possible that Mr. Markie had a friend named "Jack," and it is also likely that he was pals with a "Jermaine."&amp;nbsp; We seriously doubt, however, that he had a friend named "Agnes," or that he knew anyone named "Agatha."&amp;nbsp; At best, he knew one of these people, but he most certainly didn't have two separate friends named Agnes &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; Agatha.&amp;nbsp; What probably happened was that old Biz probably needed a couple names to finish the lyric, so he flipped to page 3 of some book of baby-girl names (the AG--- section) and grabbed the first two he saw.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TAVL08_D3QI/AAAAAAAAGa8/JnstJZJJHmk/s1600/Biz-Markie-f01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TAVL08_D3QI/AAAAAAAAGa8/JnstJZJJHmk/s200/Biz-Markie-f01.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biz Markie doesn't know anyone named&lt;br /&gt;"Agnes" or "Agatha" (and that's a fact)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-4492515594313230535?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/4492515594313230535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=4492515594313230535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4492515594313230535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4492515594313230535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-mustard-only-calls-shenanigans-biz.html' title='No Mustard Only Calls Shenanigans: Biz Markie'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/TAVL08_D3QI/AAAAAAAAGa8/JnstJZJJHmk/s72-c/Biz-Markie-f01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-8992803208742370667</id><published>2010-05-27T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:09:08.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Impressive Guy in the World</title><content type='html'>Inspired by one too many Dos Equis beverages, he is the Most  Impressive Guy in the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's made love to more  women than all the virgins in the world.  Combined!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's  been to Boston, D.C., Louisiana, and almost seven state capitals.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Given  a sheet of paper and a pencil, he can spell any word backwards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He  can smoke a carton of cigarettes in a week... or not, he has no  addictions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He knows how to steal a man's identity, but he  would never do it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He can do at least 25 push-ups in a  single session.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He never gets bored in church. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's  read over 80 books in his lifetime.&amp;nbsp; Many of them non-fiction or adult-fiction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has excellent hand-writing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He  can tolerate temperatures in excess of 100 degrees Fahrenheit. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Math?&amp;nbsp;  It's not a problem for him at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is licensed to  operate a half-dozen varieties of paddle boats. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He totally  predicted the end to the movie The Usual Suspects.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Also,  he's looking for work.&amp;nbsp; If you are interested in hiring him, email him  at mostimpressiveguyintheworld@gmail.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S_1GVrJ-JeI/AAAAAAAAGas/ciY5TSBAPsE/s1600/guy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S_1GVrJ-JeI/AAAAAAAAGas/ciY5TSBAPsE/s320/guy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Most Impressive Guy in the World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-8992803208742370667?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/8992803208742370667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=8992803208742370667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/8992803208742370667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/8992803208742370667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/05/most-impressive-guy-in-world.html' title='The Most Impressive Guy in the World'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S_1GVrJ-JeI/AAAAAAAAGas/ciY5TSBAPsE/s72-c/guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-2870736097375380581</id><published>2010-05-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:56:36.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Words</title><content type='html'>Stop prefacing your jokes with the number of words that follow.&amp;nbsp; For example, when explaining why the Yankees suck, don't say "Two words: Alex Rodriguez."&amp;nbsp; It is stupid for many reasons.&amp;nbsp; First, the number of words doesn't ever have any relevance whatsoever unless it is like some sweet number like 8,888 words, or 100 words exactly (like this post).&amp;nbsp; Also, any intelligent listener can easily discern how many words your answer has, especially when it is only &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; words.&amp;nbsp; Finally, aren't you supposed to count the "Two words" part in your answer?&amp;nbsp; If so, then you're wrong.&amp;nbsp; Its four words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S_18qjICtYI/AAAAAAAAGa0/naPFDjDiYMU/s1600/100.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S_18qjICtYI/AAAAAAAAGa0/naPFDjDiYMU/s320/100.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-2870736097375380581?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/2870736097375380581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=2870736097375380581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/2870736097375380581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/2870736097375380581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-hundred-words.html' title='One Hundred Words'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S_18qjICtYI/AAAAAAAAGa0/naPFDjDiYMU/s72-c/100.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-5867933798012296291</id><published>2010-05-22T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:07:56.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's enjoying it</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5xoVbeYQmA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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island, someone finally takes a leak&lt;br /&gt;8) A guest appearance from the entire cast of Cougar Town&lt;br /&gt;7) Vincent the Dog turns out to be the thing that has been saying "Previously on Lost"&lt;br /&gt;6) Sawyer is abducted by aliens, which starts a new spin-off series: "Lost... In Space"&lt;br /&gt;5) We get a full frontal nude scene of Locke in the wheelchair and that chick from Married with Children&lt;br /&gt;4) Walt dies of old age&lt;br /&gt;3) The Smoke Monster guy gets off the island, but is always really nervous that he's going to be killed.&amp;nbsp; Tension gets out of control when he listens to "Don't Stop Believing"&lt;br /&gt;2) Kate does something interesting&lt;br /&gt;1) The island actually turns out to have been a peninsula!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-2608524095957012568?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/2608524095957012568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=2608524095957012568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/2608524095957012568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/2608524095957012568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/05/top-ten-predictions-for-shocking.html' title='Top Ten Predictions for Shocking Revelations During the Lost Series Finale'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-4202404814505497867</id><published>2010-05-12T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:10:19.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mustard Only on Helium</title><content type='html'>Helium is a kind of air that is absolutely useless except for two things.&amp;nbsp; First, it floats balloons.&amp;nbsp; Second, it makes your voice hilariously high for about 20 seconds if you inhale it.&amp;nbsp; That's it.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't do anything else.&amp;nbsp; It's not dangerous or vital for life or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the next point on Helium.&amp;nbsp; How do they harness it to put in those tanks they sell to balloon party shops and dentist offices?&amp;nbsp; Can you make it, or do you have to cultivate it out of thin air, literally?&amp;nbsp; I can't imagine they actually make it, because that would require some sort of atomic structuring, which, if it is possible, sounds really expensive and dangerous.&amp;nbsp; So they must just harvest it out of thin air.&amp;nbsp; But what I don't get is, Helium floats.&amp;nbsp; It floats like crazy.&amp;nbsp; If I let a balloon go that is filled with Helium, it will shoot up into the sky.&amp;nbsp; So how do they filter it out of the air without it just floating upwards?&amp;nbsp; And, do they have to go way up into the atmosphere to do this?&amp;nbsp; Because I can't believe that there's any Helium down at eye level, it would just shoot straight up like a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, I think its bullshit that Helium is the no 2 element on the periodic table.&amp;nbsp; Its like hearing someone say that Bruce Almighty is the second best movie of all time.&amp;nbsp; It just doesn't seem appropriate.&amp;nbsp; While I suppose it is true that Helium is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abundance_of_the_chemical_elements"&gt;second most abundant element in the universe&lt;/a&gt;, (by a lot actually) I still don't think anyone would give a shit if it became extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's enough talk about Helium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S-rBC7VA5LI/AAAAAAAAGZY/c7lQ8_4lq9E/s1600/Helium.001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Dawg Learns New Trick &lt;/b&gt;(Rio Rancho, NM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albuquerque  Tribune - Thirteen year old novice magician, Edward Hodgkin of Rio  Rancho has learned a new card trick to add to his repertoire, according  to sources who claim to be close with Hodgkin's mother.&amp;nbsp; Edward, who  goes by the name of "Old Dawg" while performing, has apparently learned  how to identify the card chosen by a volunteer without even looking at  the volunteer when choosing the card.&amp;nbsp; "I selected the nine of diamonds,  and sure enough, Edward, err.. Old Dawg smacked the deck on his leg and  out fell the nine of diamonds," said the source.&amp;nbsp; "I was mildly  impressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Dawg has been performing magic for six months and  his other tricks include pulling a quarter out of your ear, and making a  rubber ball disappear into a plastic cup.&amp;nbsp; Though he is only thirteen,  Old Dawg claims that he is much older in "Dawg" years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S-DlldoGagI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/P00oodapYKE/s1600/old+dawg+leanrs+new+trick.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S-DlldoGagI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/P00oodapYKE/s320/old+dawg+leanrs+new+trick.JPG" 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href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-this-day-in-history-2008.html' title='On This Day In History, 2008'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S-DlldoGagI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/P00oodapYKE/s72-c/old+dawg+leanrs+new+trick.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-6532132727415421628</id><published>2010-05-01T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:58:37.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to the Bic Company</title><content type='html'>No Mustard Only would like to take a moment to applaud the Bic company, which dabbles in a variety of extremely unrelated products, that are all equally poor in quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to cut the fuck out of your face?&amp;nbsp; Only want to spend 45 cents to do it?&amp;nbsp; Then grab a bunch of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S9y8Bc638oI/AAAAAAAAGVs/sCY1yiWxWo4/s1600/Single+1+Sensitive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S9y8Bc638oI/AAAAAAAAGVs/sCY1yiWxWo4/s320/Single+1+Sensitive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who needs 3, 4 or 5 blades when you have a slightly sharpened piece of aluminum?&amp;nbsp; You can get like 20 of them for $2, and they come in a bag.&amp;nbsp; That's right, they are razors that come in a &lt;i&gt;bag&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The same kind of bag that cough drops come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S9y-X0Z3laI/AAAAAAAAGWE/F_wDsyPZc9U/s1600/bic_classic_razors_for_sensitive_skin_26064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S9y-X0Z3laI/AAAAAAAAGWE/F_wDsyPZc9U/s320/bic_classic_razors_for_sensitive_skin_26064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, do you need to write something down?&amp;nbsp; Do you not need assurance that you'll be able to get more then 2 words out?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well grab a handful of these for just pennies on the dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S9y8qTsIi-I/AAAAAAAAGV0/36Qu7tiCTLQ/s1600/bic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S9y8qTsIi-I/AAAAAAAAGV0/36Qu7tiCTLQ/s200/bic.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Finally, do you need to light something on fire that is only one millimeter from your thumb?&amp;nbsp; Then be sure to pick up one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S9y8-zQ6wHI/AAAAAAAAGV8/_ItWEfHPMbs/s1600/bic_lighter-04826_bs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S9y8-zQ6wHI/AAAAAAAAGV8/_ItWEfHPMbs/s320/bic_lighter-04826_bs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can occasionally be more convenient than a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Bic company.&amp;nbsp; When people ask, what do you do, you can say you specialize in shaving, writing and lighting things on fire.&amp;nbsp; And you've managed to become a master at all three.&amp;nbsp; Congratulations on successfully flooding the world with three products for over 500 years, or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-6532132727415421628?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/6532132727415421628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=6532132727415421628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-7777873018037966810</id><published>2010-04-28T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:25:51.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Poems That Don't Rhyme</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I hate you, poems that do not rhyme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you are at liberty to say as you please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;without alliteration&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;without reason&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;authentic chaos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;where to end your lines--where to finish stanzas?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;who the fuck cares you say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'll do as i wish and the hell with punctuation &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;because i am a fucking genius&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;an entrepreneur of the english vocabulary &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a wordsmith &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;with a thesaurus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i am immune to rhythm... meter...cadence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emily Goddamn Dickinson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;put down your fucking pen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;stop wasting your ink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;another octopus dies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dictionary sediment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;falling into an abyss of empty syllables&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;vomited from the demon's mouth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-7777873018037966810?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/7777873018037966810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=7777873018037966810' 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type='text'>Interesting Things About Animals</title><content type='html'>Lemur Monkeys sometimes have sex with their wives on top of a cactus to keep them safe from predators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Rhinoceros has ever been struck by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clamping force of an alligator's jaw is enough to break right through bone, wood, even rock.&amp;nbsp; However, their opening force is so week that if a small bird lands on top of their mouth, they can't even open it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that dogs bark is because they have an itchy throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly in a "V" formation because it points in the direction that they need to go.&amp;nbsp; Its how the dumber birds avoid getting lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebras are considered the funniest in the animal kingdom.&amp;nbsp; Especially by hyenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male giraffe has breasts and a vagina, and gives birth to babies.&amp;nbsp; Female giraffes, on the other hand have a penis and it is their sperm that inseminates male giraffes.&amp;nbsp; Essentially, the male and females of giraffes are exactly the opposite of most other species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mermaids use a form of currency that is immune to inflation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't ask an octopus if he plays the drums.&amp;nbsp; Odds are that he does, but it is still a pretty offensive question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian fruit bats use a high frequency "sonar" to communicate.&amp;nbsp; This "sonar" is quickly becoming the most effective means for advertising among the fruit bats, second only to billboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unicorns would kill their prey (usually panda bears), eat their fill, which was only a small portion, and then piss on the carcass so that no other animal would be able to eat the remains.&amp;nbsp; This selfish act is why unicorns were considered one of the most despised in the animal kingdom before becoming extinct over fifty years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin milk is extremely high in fat, cholesterol and sodium.&amp;nbsp; It even  has alcohol in it.&amp;nbsp; Penguin parents will go to extreme measures to  prevent their young from feeding upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before the dinosaurs ever came into existence, there roamed the  earth a species of "super" dinosaurs.&amp;nbsp; These creatures were as large as  seventy regular dinosaurs and became extinct hundreds of millions of  years before the regular dinosaurs existed.&amp;nbsp; Scientists believed that  these "super" dinosaurs only existed on the planet for about six weeks  before becoming extinct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish are considered by most to be the most bored animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizard culinary tactics are the most advanced in the animal kingdom, while pheasant is the cheapest, and thus the most popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason butterflies never wear pants is because they are  hundreds of years out of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a wombat has a secret that it should not divulge, it will keep that secret until it dies.&amp;nbsp; Even advanced forms of torture like water boarding will not get them to reveal it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oysters have over 700 words for "pearl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, falcons, eagles and hawks have the most advanced air force in the animal kingdom.&amp;nbsp; However, you might find it somewhat shocking to hear that the shark navy is a laughing stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first Easter Bunny was actually a chameleon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mountain goat has ever won a head slamming championship in back-to-back seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most lobsters are assholes.&amp;nbsp; You shouldn't feel guilty at all about their screaming when you put them in a pot of boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most ants do not consider Renaissance art to be all that impressive.&amp;nbsp; They tend to prefer works from the Baroque period.&amp;nbsp; Just kidding.&amp;nbsp; Ants like all art!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-547850650608522630?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/547850650608522630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=547850650608522630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/547850650608522630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/547850650608522630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/04/interesting-things-about-animals.html' title='Interesting Things About Animals'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-262121338630255551</id><published>2010-04-26T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:56:02.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Hawking is an Idiot</title><content type='html'>Physicist Stephen Hawking does not think time travel to the past&amp;nbsp; is or ever will be possible.&amp;nbsp; To test this theory, he conducted an experiment.&amp;nbsp; He threw a party where only time travelers were invited.&amp;nbsp; He made an invitation, and supposedly hid the invitation in a spot where only time travelers could find it.&amp;nbsp; No one came.&amp;nbsp; He thus theorized it was because time travel to the past will never be possible.&amp;nbsp; He may be right, but he is a complete idiot for proposing that experiment.&amp;nbsp; I could have told him right off the bat that no time traveler is going to come to his party.&amp;nbsp; First, time travelers are probably awesome and have better things to do than to go to some lame ass party with a nerd in a wheel chair.&amp;nbsp; I can see the decision process right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time traveler #1: Boy, the Boston Tea Party was crazy.&amp;nbsp; Where should we go now? &lt;br /&gt;Time traveler #2: We should go hear the Gettysburg Address, or go see Julius Caesar get killed.&amp;nbsp; Oh--we could go to Stephen Hawking's Party.&amp;nbsp; I just found the invitation in that secret spot.&lt;br /&gt;Time traveler #1: I am &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; going to that stupid party.&amp;nbsp; I remember when he threw it.&amp;nbsp; He had a tv special about it, and no one came.&amp;nbsp; If we went, we'd be the only ones there, and that would be super lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, can you believe the audacity of Stephen Hawking to think that people who actually know how to time travel are going to want to come hang out with him?&amp;nbsp; It would be like a little league football coach throwing a party to discuss football strategies, and inviting all the NFL coaches.&amp;nbsp; Time travelers already understand how to time travel.&amp;nbsp; They aren't going to want to waste their time or their plutonium to come hear Steve's stupid theories that are all wrong.&amp;nbsp; In fact, most time travelers are probably pissed at him, since he said that time travel to the past wasn't possible.&amp;nbsp; I seriously doubt that Magellan or Columbus would have been eager to attend a party thrown by the President of the Flat Earth Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S9WonhCgqpI/AAAAAAAAGVM/9Uv6wZADMFI/s1600/Hawking.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S9WonhCgqpI/AAAAAAAAGVM/9Uv6wZADMFI/s320/Hawking.jpg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alien girls and idiot Stephen Hawking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-262121338630255551?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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clump&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We saw a chubby rodent pest jump&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I said, somewhat in jest, "plump&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mice sometimes live in a breast pump"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, on a distressed pump-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kin was a discarded breast pump&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There were no high fives, just a chest bump&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That was the time we found a breast pump&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-157448216087512737?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/157448216087512737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Atlantic City -80&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hell - 155&lt;br /&gt;(to get to Hell, you got to drive through Jersey) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S9Bqk80xFNI/AAAAAAAAGVE/HyzAzBSntJA/s1600/bush_ourleader.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S9Bqk80xFNI/AAAAAAAAGVE/HyzAzBSntJA/s200/bush_ourleader.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) At this exit: Unleaded gas - $15.97 /gallon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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man...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;2) It takes one... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;3) Don't pee on my leg... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;4) The best thing since... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;5) Don't get your panties...&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;6) You can't teach an old dog... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;7) People who live in glass houses...&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;8) That which does not kill you...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;9) Ask not what your country can do for you... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;10) Early to bed, early to rise... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;11) A penny saved is a penny earned... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;12) Even the sun shines on a dog's ass... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;13) Grass is always greener... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;14) A bird in the hand... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;15) A snowball's chance...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;16) If the shoe fits... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;17) If you can't take the heat... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;18) Its not over until the fat lady... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;19) The more things change... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;20) Red sky in the morning, Sailors take warning; red sky at night... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;21) He won't buy the cow if... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;22) If your friends all jumped off a cliff... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;23) Don't count your chickens... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;24) When life gives you lemons... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;25) You have to break a few eggs... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;26) You can lead a horse to water... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A) pulled pork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;B) should live in regular houses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;C) gets out of the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;D) to finally become a snowman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E) and tell me its raining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;F) in hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;G) to know one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;H) who would hit the ground first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I) when you properly water and maintain your lawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;J) from &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;'s Secret.&amp;nbsp; They are way too expensive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;K) organic chemistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;L) give life a barnacle, and say, "what the fuck's with the lemons?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;M) might poop.&amp;nbsp; be careful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;N) because it is so good looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O) &lt;u&gt;mount&lt;/u&gt; your chickens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;P) make sure to try the other shoe to see if it fits too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q) just bitch about the government&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;R) the more Jay Leno gets annoying&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;S) doesn't mean shit, cause  everyone dies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;T) in an ass kicking contest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;U) and a few legs, if you're the egg-makin' leg-breakin' man from  Dupage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;V) means it's taco night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;W) is everything except one thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;X) then we aren't moving to Venus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y) he doesn't have a huge fucking truck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Z) and thus is a complete waste of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANSWERS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Busy as a one legged man... (T) in an ass kicking contest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2) It takes one... (G) to know one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't pee on my leg... (E) and tell me its raining&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4) The best thing since... (A) pulled pork&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't get your panties... (J) from Victoria's Secret.&amp;nbsp; They are way  too expensive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;6) You can't teach an old dog... (k) organic chemistry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;7) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;People who live in glass houses... (B) should live in regular houses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;That which does not kill you... (W) is everything except one thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ask not what your country can do for you... (Q) just bitch about the government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;10) Early to bed, early to rise... (S) doesn't mean shit, cause everyone dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11) A penny saved is a penny earned... (Z) and thus is a complete waste of time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;12) Even the sun shines on a dog's ass... (N) because it is so good looking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;13) Grass is always greener... (I) when you properly water and maintain your lawn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;14) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;A bird in the hand... (M) might poop.&amp;nbsp; be careful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;15) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;A snowball's chance... (D) to finally become a snowman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;16) If the shoe fits... (P) make sure to try the other shoe to see if it fits too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;17) If you can't take the heat... (X) then we aren't moving to Venus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;18) Its not over until the fat lady... (C) gets out of the kitchen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;19) &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The more things change... (R) the more Jay Leno gets annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;20) Red sky in the morning, Sailors take warning; red sky at night... (V) means it's taco night!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;21) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;He won't buy the cow if... (Y) he doesn't have a huge fucking truck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;22) If your friends all jumped off a cliff... (H) who would hit the ground first?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;23) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Don't count your chickens... (O) &lt;u&gt;mount&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;your  chickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;24)&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; When life gives you lemons... (L) give life a barnacle and say "what the fucks with the lemons?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;25) You have to break a few eggs... (U) and a few legs, if you're the egg-makin' leg-breakin' man from Dupage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;26) You can lead a horse to water... 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I wish I had a million dollars."&amp;nbsp; The man tossed the fish back into the water.&amp;nbsp; After the fish caught his breath the fish broke into laughter.&amp;nbsp; "What kind of idiot believes a fish can grant wishes?" the fish said as he swam away.&amp;nbsp; The fisherman didn't really care, because he was already a billionaire, and he was just going to give the million dollars to charity, possibly even one for the ethical treatment of fish.&amp;nbsp; Two days later the fish was eaten by a shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riddles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do Chinese people breathe through their noses?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because that is one of two ways humans can take in oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;(Note: the following test the limits of what is an unjoke and an actual real joke)&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were the last words spoken on the Challenger before it blew up?&lt;br /&gt;A: No one knows for sure, but here are some theories:&lt;br /&gt;"Look at this asshole flying on the wrong side of the space-lane... Oh no!"&lt;br /&gt;"Say, do you think dynamite works in space?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, McAuliffe, stop pushing buttons"&lt;br /&gt;"Its damn cold in here.&amp;nbsp; Someone turn up the heat - fast"&lt;br /&gt;"You know what sucks?&amp;nbsp; Dying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-4915677930556411474?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/4915677930556411474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=4915677930556411474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4915677930556411474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4915677930556411474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-unjokes.html' title='More Unjokes'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-903144407295147259</id><published>2010-04-13T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:49:16.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mustard Only On Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Top Ten Unfair—And Untrue—Racial Stereotypes &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Asians make fantastic drivers&lt;br /&gt;9) Indians are all allergic to curry &lt;br /&gt;8) White people are capable of the most prolific slam-dunks&lt;br /&gt;7) Jewish people spend money with reckless abandon&lt;br /&gt;6) All Genies live in lamps&lt;br /&gt;5) Native Americans consider it a sin to promote gambling&lt;br /&gt;4) The majority of babies cannot read&lt;br /&gt;3) Germans are offended by David Hasselhoff&lt;br /&gt;2) All Angels are heroin addicts&lt;br /&gt;1) Extremely tall people don't mind when you sit in the exit row on airplanes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic is all about race.&amp;nbsp; We here at No Mustard Only are sensitive to race issues, and we would like to talk about the Census form for a minute. &amp;nbsp; Refer &lt;a href="http://2010.census.gov/2010census/how/interactive-form.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for guidance if you need to. Are you ready?&amp;nbsp; Ok.&amp;nbsp; First, why did the census form first ask me if I was Hispanic, Latino or Spanish (item 8), and then afterward ask me my race (item 9)?&amp;nbsp; In the second question, neither Hispanic, Latino or Spanish was an option.&amp;nbsp; How were Hispanic people supposed to answer item number 9?&amp;nbsp; Are they considered white?&amp;nbsp; If so, that is HUGE for white people.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea the white race was so diverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And second, with item 9, Why does it say "Black, African Am. or Negro?"&amp;nbsp; Does this mean those are three separate sub-races, or is it just three names for the same race?&amp;nbsp; I suppose they want to be sure to include all names for the race, in case there's someone out there that considers themselves a "Negro," for example, but has no idea what "Black" or "African Am." means.&amp;nbsp; We wouldn't want them confused about what box to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, what is this race referred to as Guamanian or Chamorro?&amp;nbsp; I've never heard of that.&amp;nbsp; Is it new?&amp;nbsp; What are these people like, and more importantly, what are their stereotypes?&amp;nbsp; Is this race really deserving of its own box?&amp;nbsp; I mean, couldn't this fall under the "some other race" category?&amp;nbsp; I think this whole race thing is really ambiguous and not really well defined.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I was seriously tempted to just check the "some other race" box and put "Michigander" in there.&amp;nbsp; Why can't that be its own race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;br /&gt;I will include one bonus list, also about race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top Ten  Races&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The Kentucky Derby&lt;br /&gt;9) The Indy 500&lt;br /&gt;8)  The Tour de France&lt;br /&gt;7) The Boston Marathon&lt;br /&gt;6) The 2008 Beijing Olympics 400  meter swimming medley relay final&lt;br /&gt;5) The Oxford-Cambridge  Boat Race&lt;br /&gt;4) The Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;3) The Iditarod&lt;br /&gt;2) The 100 meter dash&lt;br /&gt;1)  The Human Race &lt;a href="http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys.php" title="Smiley"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smiley" border="0" src="http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-sex011.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-903144407295147259?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/903144407295147259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=903144407295147259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/903144407295147259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/903144407295147259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-mustard-only-on-race.html' title='No Mustard Only On Race'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-403705154778205465</id><published>2010-04-10T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:01:27.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Grades I Got In College</title><content type='html'>10) D+&lt;br /&gt;9) C-&lt;br /&gt;8) C&lt;br /&gt;7) Pass&lt;br /&gt;6) C+&lt;br /&gt;5) B-&lt;br /&gt;4) B&lt;br /&gt;3)B+&lt;br /&gt;2) A-&lt;br /&gt;1) tie A/A+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-403705154778205465?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/403705154778205465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=403705154778205465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/403705154778205465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/403705154778205465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/04/top-ten-grades-i-got-in-college.html' title='Top Ten Grades I Got In College'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-352087911436261389</id><published>2010-04-09T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:18:27.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Ways to Transport Things</title><content type='html'>10. In a bucket&lt;br /&gt;9. In a  bag with a hole in it&lt;br /&gt;8. During January&lt;br /&gt;7. Ask someone to kindly do it for you&lt;br /&gt;6. Expeditiously&lt;br /&gt;5. From one shelf to another&lt;br /&gt;4. With a friend&lt;br /&gt;3. On the expressway&lt;br /&gt;2.  In a bag with no hole in it&lt;br /&gt;1. Accurately&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-352087911436261389?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/352087911436261389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=352087911436261389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/352087911436261389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/352087911436261389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/04/top-ten-ways-to-transport-things.html' title='Top Ten Ways to Transport Things'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-2444772152090040995</id><published>2010-04-08T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:34:26.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True or False: People Can Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S73pV5dO8dI/AAAAAAAAGUQ/PAZmMm3C7pk/s1600/du_ebenezer_scrooge.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;False: I used to think that people could change.&amp;nbsp; You know, like Ebenezer Scrooge, who changes from an old frugal dickhead to a fun-loving old man who throws gold coins everywhere.&amp;nbsp; But then I realized that was just pure fiction.&amp;nbsp; I noticed that people are just set in their ways, and that they are just going to act consistent with the way they always would.&amp;nbsp; If they were good people, they'll stay good people.&amp;nbsp; If they were dickheads, they'll stay dickheads.&amp;nbsp; Once a dork, always a dork and so on and so forth.&amp;nbsp; People are just born a certain way and there's nothing they can do about it to change.&amp;nbsp; And then I realized... whoa, I just changed myself, by changing my belief in whether people can change or not.&amp;nbsp; If I could change my opinion on such a core belief, so could anyone.&amp;nbsp; All it takes is a little inspiration and maybe a visit from some ghosts or something.&amp;nbsp; Thus I changed back to believing in the fact that people can indeed change.&amp;nbsp; But hold on a minute.&amp;nbsp; I then realized that my fundamental basis for believing that people can change, namely that I changed myself by changing my belief that people can change, was in fact a lie.&amp;nbsp; I hadn't changed.&amp;nbsp; I had gone right back to the original belief that I had, that people can indeed change.&amp;nbsp; Because I had demonstrated that I had not changed myself, I realized that people don't really change, they are always the same as they were originally.&amp;nbsp; Thus, there you have it.&amp;nbsp; People cannot change, even though I truly believe otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S73pV5dO8dI/AAAAAAAAGUQ/PAZmMm3C7pk/s1600/du_ebenezer_scrooge.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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But occasionally, the actual lines become twisted over time, and the common quote is not actually what is said in the movie.&amp;nbsp; Here is a list of some classic movie lines that are not what you probably thought they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: Casablanca&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular misquoted line:&lt;i&gt; Play it again Sam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line: &lt;i&gt;Play it Sam.&amp;nbsp; Play as time goes by. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- The actual quote is not a request for a repeat performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: The Wizard of Oz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular misquoted line: &lt;i&gt;I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Toto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line: &lt;i&gt;Toto, I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Dorothy is much more formal in the actual quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7ye09fOkbI/AAAAAAAAGT4/bCypphz4GV0/s1600/7600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7ye09fOkbI/AAAAAAAAGT4/bCypphz4GV0/s200/7600.jpg" width="118" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: Field of Dreams&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular misquoted line: &lt;i&gt;If you build it, they  will come.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line:&lt;i&gt; If you build it, he will come. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- The whisper voice only promises one dude will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: In the Heat of the Night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular misquoted line: &lt;i&gt;They brought me Mr. Pibb!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line: &lt;i&gt;They call&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;me Mr. Tibbs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Even though the beverage Sidney Portier's character receives certainly isn't Dr. Pepper, this is actually what he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: Gone with the Wind&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Incorrect line: &lt;i&gt;Frank, my dear, I don't give a damn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line: &lt;i&gt;Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- He's actually talking to a woman, not a man named Frank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: Titanic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular misquoted line: &lt;i&gt;I'm the King of England!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line: &lt;i&gt;I'm the King of the World.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- There is no such thing as a king of the world, so it doesn't make sense that anyone would say it, which is why there is confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: Jerry Maguire&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular misquoted line: &lt;i&gt;Show me the monkey!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line: &lt;i&gt;Show me the money&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- The confusion probably comes from the fact that, in most movies, Cuba Gooding Jr. is screaming something about monkeys or snow dogs or something stupid like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7yc1ig0trI/AAAAAAAAGTg/MY7FsSP1TOk/s1600/18821693_w434_h_q80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7yc1ig0trI/AAAAAAAAGTg/MY7FsSP1TOk/s200/18821693_w434_h_q80.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: Ghost&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular misquoted line: &lt;i&gt;Dildo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line: &lt;i&gt;Ditto. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- "Dildo" makes absolutely no sense, but I suppose neither does "ditto."&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: James Bond (multiple movies)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular misquoted  line: &lt;i&gt;Dominguez. Oscar Dominguez. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line:&lt;i&gt; Bond.&amp;nbsp;  James Bond. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- the name of the movies and the character  is James Bond, and that is how he introduces himself.&amp;nbsp; It only sounds  like he's saying Oscar Dominguez because of his English accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: A League of Their Own&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular misquoted line: &lt;i&gt;There's no vaginas in baseball.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line: &lt;i&gt;There's no crying in baseball. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Its a common mistake because its probably what Tom Hanks should have said to his dugout full of women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie:&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Crocodile Dundee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular  misquoted line: &lt;i&gt;That's not a banana hammock.&amp;nbsp; This is a banana  hammock!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;hat's not a knife.&amp;nbsp; This is a  knife!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; - What's all this talk of banana hammocks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7ydKAKCI9I/AAAAAAAAGTo/p4Tqc3dLZ9Q/s1600/irwin_zoom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7ydKAKCI9I/AAAAAAAAGTo/p4Tqc3dLZ9Q/s200/irwin_zoom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: Braveheart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular misquoted line: &lt;i&gt;Freedom!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Fuuucking Ouch!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;- They already hung and racked William Wallace, and now they are tearing out his intestines while he is still alive.&amp;nbsp; What sounds like "freedom" is actually an expression of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7yfac_-qyI/AAAAAAAAGUA/92CZmb3Dsgs/s1600/mel-gibson-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7yfac_-qyI/AAAAAAAAGUA/92CZmb3Dsgs/s200/mel-gibson-1.jpg" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: Riding Miss Daisy (an adult film)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular misquoted line: &lt;i&gt;I want you to cum on my boobs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line: &lt;i&gt;I want you to cum on my tits.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- No good porn star refers to her breasts as "boobs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movie: Soylent Green&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Popular misquoted line: &lt;i&gt;Soylent Green is People.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actual line: &lt;i&gt;Soylent Green is People.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;- Ok, this one is actually correct.&amp;nbsp; I just wish it wasn't.&amp;nbsp; Gross...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7yeGMdl7gI/AAAAAAAAGTw/TQt69Vj9_nA/s1600/Soylent_Green.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7yeGMdl7gI/AAAAAAAAGTw/TQt69Vj9_nA/s200/Soylent_Green.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-4291667511925842529?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/4291667511925842529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=4291667511925842529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4291667511925842529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4291667511925842529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/04/misquoted-movie-lines.html' title='Misquoted Movie Lines'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7ye09fOkbI/AAAAAAAAGT4/bCypphz4GV0/s72-c/7600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-1775484226029114318</id><published>2010-04-05T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T11:36:17.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinds of People</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Black people, white people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heavy people, light people&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day people, night people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do people fight people?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Left people, right people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dumb people, bright people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Loose people, tight people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clowns tend to delight people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Large people, slight people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Maybe people, might people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Width people, height people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go fly a kite people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wrong people, right people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sound people, sight people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dark people, light people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monkeys are not quite people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laugh people, fright people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talk people, write people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sip people, bite people, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Letters to invite people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dragon people, knight people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sailing people, flight people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fairy people, sprite people,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The English are polite people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are all kinds of people in this world,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Living together, blended and swirled,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And most of them suck! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-1775484226029114318?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/1775484226029114318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=1775484226029114318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1775484226029114318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1775484226029114318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/04/kinds-of-people.html' title='Kinds of People'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-4661385365515630798</id><published>2010-03-31T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T07:18:23.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitch Albom's Brainstorming Notes For His Next Novel</title><content type='html'>The greatest present I will ever receive: True Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A witty old woman captures our hearts and then dies of breast cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rich white boy meets an african-american lad from a bad neighborhood and forms a lifelong friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays with Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog was a real devil growing up, but I sure loved him, and when he died, we were all really sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a man's daughter has a stroke, we learn valuable lessons from her while she is in a coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty child makes fun of a classmate for being fat, but when the classmate dies her spirit visits the pretty child and provides a deeper appreciation for being nice to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;A story that isn't about the power of the human spirit&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man drinks and drives and kills two teens, and then learns lessons from the victim's family because they are such good people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-4661385365515630798?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/4661385365515630798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=4661385365515630798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4661385365515630798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4661385365515630798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/mitch-alboms-brainstorming-notes-for.html' title='Mitch Albom&apos;s Brainstorming Notes For His Next Novel'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-2280117463546658525</id><published>2010-03-29T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T07:41:46.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True or False: We should care about endangered species</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7C7s8OBy3I/AAAAAAAAGSg/A-xiqoAWajE/s1600/0_61_eagle_triplets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;False:&amp;nbsp; If  a species is gonna go out, its gonna go out.&amp;nbsp; Its not like it hasn't happened before, lest we forget dinosaurs, saber-tooth tigers and other things with sabers for teeth.&amp;nbsp; Sure, people say that humans are causing species to become extinct, and if it weren't for people there wouldn't be a problem.&amp;nbsp; But everything that goes extinct goes extinct because of something.&amp;nbsp; Dinosaurs went out because of that thing that made them extinct.&amp;nbsp; Same with mammoths.&amp;nbsp; Animal groups always insist  that we'll be so sad once these animals are gone.&amp;nbsp; But I say we're  missing out right now by not knowing what its like to live in a world without  these endangered animals.&amp;nbsp; Don't you wonder what it would be like if there were no crocodiles?&amp;nbsp; I thought so.&amp;nbsp; Also, by the time they actually make it to complete  extinction, I'm sure science will figure out a way to produce them  anyway.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I don't care if people become extinct either.&amp;nbsp; Unless it happens in the next 70 years or so, or unless reincarnation turns out to be true, which the Bible says is very  unlikely.&amp;nbsp; So I'm gonna roll out my panda bearskin rug, fry up my bald  eagle wings, and bathe in warm whale oil, because what the hell, I deserve it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7C78dUFMDI/AAAAAAAAGSo/AJj1Z-DTVm4/s1600/SP770715400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7C78dUFMDI/AAAAAAAAGSo/AJj1Z-DTVm4/s320/SP770715400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-2280117463546658525?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/2280117463546658525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=2280117463546658525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/2280117463546658525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/2280117463546658525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/true-or-false-we-should-care-about.html' title='True or False: We should care about endangered species'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S7C78dUFMDI/AAAAAAAAGSo/AJj1Z-DTVm4/s72-c/SP770715400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-104436063074628301</id><published>2010-03-26T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:14:54.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Least Popular Dog Names (that should be popular)</title><content type='html'>10) McEntire&lt;br /&gt;9) Dr. Dogsworth&lt;br /&gt;8) Your Honor&lt;br /&gt;7) St. Ed&lt;br /&gt;6) Grandpa 2&lt;br /&gt;5) Nebuchadnezzar&lt;br /&gt;4) Four-eyes&lt;br /&gt;3) Claudia &amp;amp; Chuck (for one dog)&lt;br /&gt;2) Osama bin-barkin'&lt;br /&gt;1) My Accountant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus List: &lt;u&gt;Ten Least Useful Abilities/Skills&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) ability to die on command &lt;br /&gt;9) knack for handling false alarms &lt;br /&gt;8) distance-pissing&lt;br /&gt;7) ability to hit foul balls&lt;br /&gt;6) fire eating&lt;br /&gt;5) ability to read minds only in Braille&lt;br /&gt;4) ability to predict the past&lt;br /&gt;3) anything David Blaine does&lt;br /&gt;2) ability to count to ten really fast&lt;br /&gt;1) knowing exactly when to pour water on pavement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-104436063074628301?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/104436063074628301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=104436063074628301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/104436063074628301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/104436063074628301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/ten-least-popular-dog-names-that-should.html' title='Ten Least Popular Dog Names (that should be popular)'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-573918358056978717</id><published>2010-03-25T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T12:48:12.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We've all heard ones like these before.&amp;nbsp; You know, stupid rules like how, in Oklahoma, it is illegal for the owner of a bar to allow anyone inside to pretend  to have sex with a buffalo and stuff like that.&amp;nbsp; Well here are some more you probably didn't know about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Baton Rouge, Louisiana, its against the law to have more than two religious ceremonies involving human sacrifice per month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Reno, Nevada, it is not acceptable to attempt to use semen as a substitute for chips in a gambling-casino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Biloxi, Mississippi, it is illegal for all people named "Gary Gackelstein" to drive their automobiles in excess of 70 miles per hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Detroit, Michigan, one cannot address an African American as an [N-word] without expecting to get their ass kicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Salem, Oregon, it is against the law to have sex with any animal that is not your pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Dayton, Ohio, it is forbidden to murder a good-looking woman and use her skin to make and sell umbrellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Hartford, Connecticut, a citizen is considered "out" if he swings and  misses with 2 strikes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Lubbock, Texas, one should not refer to a vegetable as a "turnip" unless he or she is referring to an actual turnip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Los Angeles, California, it is allowed for former NFL players that are also actors to kill their ex-wives and other visitors if a knife is used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Baltimore, Maryland, it is a violation of statute to dress up as a clown and to make fun balloon animals to give to and molest children with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-573918358056978717?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/573918358056978717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=573918358056978717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/573918358056978717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/573918358056978717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/stupid-laws.html' title='Stupid Laws'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-1320243982836292971</id><published>2010-03-24T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:19:08.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Think About</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;I like to call people dipshits, but what does that mean exactly?&amp;nbsp; Is it really an insult?&amp;nbsp; I don't think it means anything.&amp;nbsp; Neither does fuck  face, ass clown, fart knocker or pecker wood.&amp;nbsp; If I had to guess at each  of these terms, I would say a dip shit is a piece of stool that has  been preserved, or coated in some way.&amp;nbsp; A fuck face is a facial  expression worn by one engaged in the act of coitus.&amp;nbsp; An ass clown would  be an entertainer that wears make up, large shoes, has a red nose and  disproportionately large buttocks.&amp;nbsp; A fart knocker would be an  individual that announces his presence at a doorway by flatulating.&amp;nbsp; And  pecker wood might be a board, or a plank set up in an outdoor  environment by a bird enthusiast to provide a training facility for  young woodpeckers (Don't you think a really cool urban/sidewalk coffee place name would be the Peckerwood Cafe?). Anyway,  none of these things are really all that insulting.&amp;nbsp; They just sound  silly.&amp;nbsp; You might as well just call me a barf hero, or a piss follower.&amp;nbsp;  How about, instead of dipshit, we say hip skip.&amp;nbsp; Instead of fuck face,  we say fun face.&amp;nbsp; Ass clown - class clown.&amp;nbsp; Fart knocker - Heart  stopper.&amp;nbsp; And instead of pecker wood, checkersgood (he's good at  checkers).&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;There is a sprinkler head in my office.&amp;nbsp; It is silver, and etched into it are the words "DO NOT PAINT."&amp;nbsp; Fuck that.&amp;nbsp; I like painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't like mittens because they take away the  possibility to give a thumbs up.&amp;nbsp; Even if you gave something a thumbs  up, people would just think you were wearin' mittens.&amp;nbsp; On the other side  of the fence, some people might think you're giving everything a thumbs  up and form weird opinions of you.&amp;nbsp; "What are you so pleased about?&amp;nbsp;  It's bloody cold out here."&amp;nbsp; Also, it is difficult to point with any  accuracy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;If you  stacked all the  Styrofoam cups used in America in a single year, one on top of each  other, you would be exceptionally good at stacking Styrofoam cups, and  it would have to be not very windy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-1320243982836292971?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/1320243982836292971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=1320243982836292971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1320243982836292971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1320243982836292971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-to-think-about_24.html' title='Something to Think About'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-3508069235975102289</id><published>2010-03-23T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T07:03:33.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Unjokes</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny was sitting in the class one morning when the teacher  asked, "if you have six apples, and I take away two apples, how many  apples do you have left?"&amp;nbsp; Little Johnny raised his hand, but the  teacher called on Suzy.&lt;br /&gt;"You'd have four apples left, Miss Spencer,"  Suzy said.&lt;br /&gt;"That's correct," said the teacher.&amp;nbsp; But little Johnny was  pissed because he had a hilarious response for the teacher that had  something to do with the teacher having small tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  What do you get when you cross a unicorn with an overweight pirate? &lt;br /&gt;A:  An awkward conversation about health care legislation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five  teenage chameleons were sitting around a campfire discussing how  difficult it is to change colors in different seasons.&amp;nbsp; "I think it's  hardest in the winter," said the first chameleon, "It's just so cold,  and being cold-blooded, its difficult to get the color changing juices  flowing."&amp;nbsp; The second chameleon pulled out a rifle and shot the first  chameleon in the head.&amp;nbsp; He then shot the third chameleon for good  measure, but I think he survived.&amp;nbsp; The remaining chameleons disbursed,  grateful they no longer had to have a boring conversation about changing  colors and the seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some quick "your mother" unjokes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother is so fat that she  intends to go on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;Your mother is so poor that she is on  welfare, and is struggling to make rent this month.&lt;br /&gt;Your mother is so  dirty that she requires 2 or 3 showers to completely get rid of all the  dirt off her body.&lt;br /&gt;Your mother is so ugly that 9 out of 10 men find  her unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;Your mother is so stupid that she cannot even name  more than ten state capitals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-3508069235975102289?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/3508069235975102289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=3508069235975102289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/3508069235975102289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/3508069235975102289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-unjokes.html' title='More Unjokes'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-4064836191898762481</id><published>2010-03-22T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:32:56.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mustard Only On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;On French Kissing:&lt;br /&gt;Of course the most pussy way to kiss is called French kissing.&amp;nbsp; Real kissing, aka Belarusian kissing, is like French kissing, only using teeth instead of tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;On Leap Year:&lt;br /&gt;Instead of adding one day every 4  years they should just wait&amp;nbsp; 1460 years and add an entire year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;On Babies:&lt;br /&gt;I've  noticed that most newborn babies look to be incredibly bored. But that is directly because they are sooooo stupid.&amp;nbsp; If they could figure out how to do anything, well, they  might have something to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;On Shit Hitting the Fan:&lt;br /&gt;Just nobody shit near a  fan.&amp;nbsp; Especially don't shit &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;above &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;a fan that is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;  Ok?&amp;nbsp; Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;On Pulling Out of Iraq:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Haven't we learned by now that pulling out isn't going to prevent anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-4064836191898762481?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/4064836191898762481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=4064836191898762481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4064836191898762481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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We'll present you with a statement, and then follow up with whether it is true or not.&amp;nbsp; Today's statement: You Can't Touch This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;True: You can't.&amp;nbsp; Not when  Hammer won't tell you what "this" is.&amp;nbsp; How the hell are you supposed to  touch an unknown "this"?&amp;nbsp; You might actually touch it, but then he'd be  all, "no, that wasn't it."&amp;nbsp; It's probably his balls or something you don't even want to touch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-2615600712443575428?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/2615600712443575428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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frock shrimp in there somewhere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porst&lt;/b&gt; - (n.) the person with the longest hair in the room.&amp;nbsp; (ex.) &lt;i&gt;I think I'm going to ask the porst to dance, he is quite beautiful&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bocktend &lt;/b&gt;- (v.) to pretend that one isn't pretending.&amp;nbsp; (ex.) &lt;i&gt;Nobody believed Gary when he bocktended being an elephant, because he was much too small to be an actual elephant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;glope&lt;/b&gt; - (n.) a person that understands what it takes to time travel, but won't tell anyone else the trick because they are afraid of destroying the space-time continuum.&amp;nbsp; (ex.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;For 30 years, Doc Brown was a glope with respect to his discovery of the flux capacitor, until he finally told his secret to Marty McFly in that Twin Pines Mall parking lot in 1985. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-211579022362032495</id><published>2010-03-19T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:42:11.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Ways to Avoid Telling People Something You Don't Want To Tell Them</title><content type='html'>10) Mumble&lt;br /&gt;9) Be eating&lt;br /&gt;8) Change the subject&lt;br /&gt;7)  Turn up the music&lt;br /&gt;6) Pretend that that there actually is a lock on  your mouth and that someone really threw away the key&lt;br /&gt;5) Kill  them&lt;br /&gt;4) Tell them they don't really want to know&lt;br /&gt;3) Be under  water&lt;br /&gt;2) Lie &lt;br /&gt;1) Oh, just fucking tell them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-211579022362032495?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/211579022362032495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=211579022362032495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/211579022362032495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/211579022362032495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/top-ten-ways-to-avoid-telling-people.html' title='Top Ten Ways to Avoid Telling People Something You Don&apos;t Want To Tell Them'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-2950220020567205507</id><published>2010-03-18T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T13:35:19.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Didn't Know</title><content type='html'>This is a section called "You Didn't Know".&amp;nbsp; Its like a "Did you Know?" section, only we aren't asking.&amp;nbsp; You definitely don't know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nena - Neun und Neunzig Luftballons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S6KORxYBxSI/AAAAAAAAGSY/GJ0VV1yeNIk/s1600-h/london_bananas_mar_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most people hear this catchy, up-beat pop song and think that the song must be about something fun, like balloons.&amp;nbsp; These people could not be more wrong.&amp;nbsp; Directly translated from the native language, Polish, into English, neun und neunzig luftballons means "please let me buy your nutritious bananas."&amp;nbsp; It is an allegory to the economic crisis that was affecting Warsaw in the 1980's at the time the song was written.&amp;nbsp; Purchasing bananas, or any fruit, for that matter, during this time would be a treat that only the richest of the rich Polish citizens could afford.&amp;nbsp; Nena, in singing her requests, is showing her inner child's desire to climb the ranks of the economic classes out of poverty.&amp;nbsp; Of course, once communism collapsed, the song really lost its meaning and became the popular, happy-go-lucky track that it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S6KORxYBxSI/AAAAAAAAGSY/GJ0VV1yeNIk/s1600-h/london_bananas_mar_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S6KORxYBxSI/AAAAAAAAGSY/GJ0VV1yeNIk/s400/london_bananas_mar_05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-2950220020567205507?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/2950220020567205507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-5370899876793108372</id><published>2010-03-15T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:46:40.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On This Day In History:</title><content type='html'>1971:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The House of the Texas legislature shoots down the "Johnson Bill" by a vote of 131-19, allowing women to retain their right to vote.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-5370899876793108372?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/5370899876793108372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-7672860349804164576</id><published>2010-03-15T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:41:04.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NoMustardOnly's Version of The Darwin Awards</title><content type='html'>For those who don't know, the &lt;a href="http://www.darwinawards.com/"&gt;Darwin Awards&lt;/a&gt; go to people who die in the most stupid fashion.&amp;nbsp; The awards are given out to people who cut off their line of the gene pool early for being idiots.&amp;nbsp; Here are my winners this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chesterfield, Missouri: A man, attempting to test the durability of a knot he was learning to tie, was found dead hanging by his throat from the knot in his basement.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, after placing the knot around his neck, he slipped off his stool and couldn't remove himself from the knot, and he suffocated!&amp;nbsp; Oopsies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kokomo, Indiana: A woman was found dead after having consumed a lethal dosage of prescription drugs and alcohol.&amp;nbsp; I guess no one told this lady, who was suffering from depression at the time, that you shouldn't take wash down 25 Valliums with a fifth of Smirnoff.&amp;nbsp; Oh darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheboygan, Wisconsin: A man was driving beyond the speed limit in unfavorable weather conditions.&amp;nbsp; After losing control of his vehicle, he slammed into an abutment of a highway overpass and became paralyzed.&amp;nbsp; While in the hospital, the man, now hooked up to a hospital life support system, died when his life support system was unplugged, at his instruction, so that he could charge his iphone.&amp;nbsp; I guess there's no app for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle, Washington: A man was chewing on the end of the barrel of his handgun, when the gun accidentally went off, sending a bullet through his mouth and brain, killing him dead on the spot.&amp;nbsp; It is unknown why the gun actually went off, but seriously folks, don't try to taste a gun, nothing good can come of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspen Colorado: A skier avoided all warnings and ventured beyond the legal ski limits, taking her into treacherous territory filled with obstacle.&amp;nbsp; Halfway down the hill, the woman fell tragically, breaking her leg in 2 places.&amp;nbsp; 72 years later she died of breast cancer.&amp;nbsp; Idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-7672860349804164576?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/7672860349804164576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=7672860349804164576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7672860349804164576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7672860349804164576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/nomustardonlys-version-of-darwin-awards.html' title='NoMustardOnly&apos;s Version of The Darwin Awards'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-7940954645846699768</id><published>2010-03-15T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:22:45.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Since blogs are about feelings, here is a list of the top ten feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Love&lt;br /&gt;9) Warmth&lt;br /&gt;8) Hope&lt;br /&gt;7) Desire&lt;br /&gt;6) Fear&lt;br /&gt;5) Rampage&lt;br /&gt;4) Pain&lt;br /&gt;3) Having to pee/poo&lt;br /&gt;2) Dizzy&lt;br /&gt;1) Bleeding to death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-7940954645846699768?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/7940954645846699768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=7940954645846699768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7940954645846699768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7940954645846699768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-214795056411378672</id><published>2010-03-10T09:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:29:08.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Ways to Sit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;10. Indian style&lt;br /&gt;9. In a chair &lt;br /&gt;8. In a booth &lt;br /&gt;7. Down&lt;br /&gt;6. On your ass&lt;br /&gt;5. Still&lt;br /&gt;4. With an intention to spin (as in sit and spin)&lt;br /&gt;3. At a desk or table&lt;br /&gt;2. In Church after being given permission by the Minister ("you may be seated")&lt;br /&gt;1. In Church whenever the hell you want, if you are old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;0. In a corner (This is #0 because that's no way to sit.&amp;nbsp; In a corner.)&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/4909309796491309113-214795056411378672?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/214795056411378672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=214795056411378672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/214795056411378672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/214795056411378672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/ten-ways-to-sit.html' title='Ten Ways to Sit'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-1847001338271873933</id><published>2010-03-10T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:18:52.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Think About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do you have to apply to get into clown college?&amp;nbsp; Is there some kind of clown SATs they have to determine who is more credible for certain clown schools?&amp;nbsp; Like, the Clown Harvard will only take you if you score 1300 on your Clown SATs or higher, but pretty much anyone can get into Ropers Community Clown College (of course, you only get your associates clown degree).&amp;nbsp; I bet Bozo went to the Clown Harvard.&amp;nbsp; I'd kind of be interested in auditing the course that teaches you how to fit so many dudes into a small car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How do you throw away a garbage can? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have these black pants that are supposed to be worry-free because they defend against stains.&amp;nbsp; They cannot stain I guess.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, because they are BLACK pants.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You know what I think of when I think about rats? ... Rats, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I saw a homeless guy pushing a shopping cart.&amp;nbsp; Inside the cart were empty pop cans, an old jacket, a worthless cane, what looked like a rugged, shitty sleeping bag and a fire poker.&amp;nbsp; No wonder he was homeless.&amp;nbsp; He buys the stupidest, most worthless shit at the A&amp;amp;P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Football has a position called Offensive Tackle.&amp;nbsp; But the whole point of the offense is to not get tackled.&amp;nbsp; Weird name. &amp;nbsp; &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/4909309796491309113-1847001338271873933?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/1847001338271873933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=1847001338271873933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1847001338271873933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1847001338271873933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-to-think-about_10.html' title='Something to Think About'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-4009974744723791589</id><published>2010-03-09T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:19:39.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travelin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;People always talk about how cool it will be to time travel.&amp;nbsp; But we are already traveling through time, at the rate of one second per second.&amp;nbsp; I think it would more impressive if we could figure out how to &lt;u&gt;stop&lt;/u&gt; traveling through time.&amp;nbsp; Now that would be a riot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5anCFxioeI/AAAAAAAAGSM/YI5K6m1DauY/s1600-h/time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5anCFxioeI/AAAAAAAAGSM/YI5K6m1DauY/s320/time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-4009974744723791589?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/4009974744723791589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=4009974744723791589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4009974744723791589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4009974744723791589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-travelin.html' title='Time Travelin&apos;'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5anCFxioeI/AAAAAAAAGSM/YI5K6m1DauY/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-9112450445902144872</id><published>2010-03-07T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:54:52.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Sexiest Chicks at the Oscars</title><content type='html'>5) Felicity Huffman - Even when she played that dude who wanted to be a chick, or the other way around, she was smokin' for a pokin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RQzs8ieZI/AAAAAAAAGRc/H_P54FKhd74/s1600-h/oie_felicity_huffman_x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RQzs8ieZI/AAAAAAAAGRc/H_P54FKhd74/s320/oie_felicity_huffman_x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Coraline - Who's with me in counting the days until she's 18?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RWfk5BsVI/AAAAAAAAGR8/wjSV1NPzRR0/s1600-h/coraline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RWfk5BsVI/AAAAAAAAGR8/wjSV1NPzRR0/s320/coraline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Glenn Close - When you name your daughter Glenn, you shouldn't be surprised to see her on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RRUH7Nv0I/AAAAAAAAGRk/TauUT-IT7Bg/s1600-h/Glenn+Close-SGY-003530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RRUH7Nv0I/AAAAAAAAGRk/TauUT-IT7Bg/s320/Glenn+Close-SGY-003530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sarah Jessica Parker - If 1.5 was a ten, she'd be a ten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RRyjKiMtI/AAAAAAAAGRs/ywL9cFpjl4k/s1600-h/E19F4504-EC6F-9F4E-6922ADFA92F8216A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RRyjKiMtI/AAAAAAAAGRs/ywL9cFpjl4k/s320/E19F4504-EC6F-9F4E-6922ADFA92F8216A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Julia Child's Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RYBB0bPUI/AAAAAAAAGSE/UdCH8yAVJe4/s1600-h/julia-child-photo-by-paul-child.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RYBB0bPUI/AAAAAAAAGSE/UdCH8yAVJe4/s320/julia-child-photo-by-paul-child.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mention - I think this is Mickey Rourke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RSSMzf9nI/AAAAAAAAGR0/22qZVbPWaVc/s1600-h/a99_Jocelyn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RSSMzf9nI/AAAAAAAAGR0/22qZVbPWaVc/s320/a99_Jocelyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-9112450445902144872?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/9112450445902144872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=9112450445902144872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/9112450445902144872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/9112450445902144872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-sexiest-chicks-at-oscars.html' title='5 Sexiest Chicks at the Oscars'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5RQzs8ieZI/AAAAAAAAGRc/H_P54FKhd74/s72-c/oie_felicity_huffman_x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-8768718805111201385</id><published>2010-03-06T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:21:01.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Expression Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it must be a duck.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, no shit. Expression unnecessary.&amp;nbsp; If it looks like a refrigerator, and keeps shit cold like a refrigerator, its probably a refrigerator.&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/4909309796491309113-8768718805111201385?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/8768718805111201385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=8768718805111201385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/8768718805111201385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/8768718805111201385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/stupid-expression-alert.html' title='Stupid Expression Alert'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-3327479849309345712</id><published>2010-03-06T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:22:14.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes you just don't know what to think about. One feature here at No Mustard Only will be to deliver topics for our readers to think about. Here are some of my own thoughts to help you get going:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I hated Sunkist pop because I could never figure out why it was named that. If it was kissed by the sun, it would be called sun-kissed, but it isn't. Then I realized, it must be that it is the pop that is the most sunk, and I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life was like Monopoly and had get out of jail free cards, it would probably be illegal to own such cards, and just having them could send you to jail. But then you could just cash in your card and be out free! Fucking government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I would hate to play kickball in heaven, because I bet whichever team gets Jesus always wins. I'd hate to play kickball in hell too, for that matter, because the ball is probably a bowling ball, first base is a cactus, and the pitcher is always throwing bean balls. Plus your coach is probably a demon and always yelling at you for not hustling, and making you bat ninth in the order. That's why I really enjoy playing kickball here on earth, because I know that once I die my kickball playing days will probably be over. &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/4909309796491309113-3327479849309345712?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/3327479849309345712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=3327479849309345712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/3327479849309345712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/3327479849309345712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-5037221433421660673</id><published>2010-03-06T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:21:53.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Menu Items at Flish Segoo's Three Star Restaurant, The Holey Moley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;10. Retarded Maine lobsters with yellow carrots, wild turnips &amp;amp; anteater’s blood &lt;br /&gt;9. Farm raised salamander wings glazed with a butternut ashphalt&lt;br /&gt;8. Chilled Dragon claws with correander stems in a cilantro-lime ice jelly&lt;br /&gt;7. Black people's figs with shaved happiness, marcona almonds &amp;amp; toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;6. Kidnapped pheasant children broasted with puffy potatoes and doused with pancreatic fluid&lt;br /&gt;5. Recently raped quail marinated in crocodile tears with New Mexican slaw&lt;br /&gt;4. Delicately removed beef liver tumors with a carmelized onion paste floating in an albatross consomme&lt;br /&gt;3. Whole roasted squab breast with maple leaves and viola strings, breathed on by a newborn baby&lt;br /&gt;2. Siamese twin hippopotamus tail, satsuma with cigar ash, sauternes and pear gravel&lt;br /&gt;1. Snuffleupagus* medallions with truffle oil, crab meat atop a fried bald eagle egg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* Consuming raw or undercooked meats, poultry, seafood, shellfish or eggs may increase your risk of foodborne illness.&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/4909309796491309113-5037221433421660673?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/5037221433421660673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=5037221433421660673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/5037221433421660673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/5037221433421660673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/ten-menu-items-at-flish-segoos-three.html' title='Ten Menu Items at Flish Segoo&apos;s Three Star Restaurant, The Holey Moley'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-1658536003724018853</id><published>2010-03-06T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:22:50.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No Mustard Only is about becoming a better person. One feature we'll try to deliver occasionally is Life Lessons, which will be timey advice or insights that you can read to your children to help them become better persons. Today's lesson is about sour grapes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sour grapes is an expression describing actions taken by someone that is jealous. I guess they try to convince themselves that they didn't want the object they were trying to get in the first place. It is a completely classless reaction. It is also a delicious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.stclaires.com/images/GFCF-Grape-Tarts.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.stclaires.com/sour-grape-tarts-candy.html&amp;amp;usg=__Sr03CrzDqw1LclFstC3wJCMtQf0=&amp;amp;h=495&amp;amp;w=390&amp;amp;sz=35&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;sig2=t8qKNXD2WNfIypEZ5EJWVA&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=K6pgqbfIEdTsHM:&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=102&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsour%2Bgrape%2Bcandy%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;amp;ei=ZXKSS5eUI8GDlgf_soH9AQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;flavor of candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. They say when life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. I think when someone is dishing out sour grapes, you should make some Jolly Joes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5JznNHWkiI/AAAAAAAAGRU/fPOLSvLrpKg/s1600-h/fox_grapes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445542016816943650" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5JznNHWkiI/AAAAAAAAGRU/fPOLSvLrpKg/s320/fox_grapes.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 319px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-1658536003724018853?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/1658536003724018853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=1658536003724018853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1658536003724018853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/1658536003724018853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S5JznNHWkiI/AAAAAAAAGRU/fPOLSvLrpKg/s72-c/fox_grapes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-7140528612569162845</id><published>2010-03-05T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:15:29.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Best Commercials from the past</title><content type='html'>These are 5 commercials that make me immediately say "can I please have your product?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) E-trade, aired during the Super Bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnQMq5wtZcg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnQMq5wtZcg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Rally's - I like how happy Seth Green is at the overcharge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4lZINjpACE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4lZINjpACE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Commercial for plastic eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOFRIWx5F9c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOFRIWx5F9c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A commercial for... books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWxaGqjQKvE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWxaGqjQKvE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Colgate Pump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EeQdnbT4uXk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EeQdnbT4uXk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-7140528612569162845?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/7140528612569162845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=7140528612569162845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7140528612569162845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7140528612569162845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-best-commercials-from-past.html' title='5 Best Commercials from the past'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-8979046823223316072</id><published>2010-03-05T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:48:40.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unjokes</title><content type='html'>Here are some unjokes.  What is an unjoke?  Well, it is a collection of words assembled together in such a way that it appears to be a joke, but lacks the cleverness or humor that jokes typically provide.  I hope you unjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unjoke #1: Bartender disappoints patrons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Croation, an Englishman and a Mexican walk into a bar.  The bartender is a girl, and asks the three men what they would like.  The Croation orders a glass of mead.  The Englishman orders a pint of ale.  The Mexican orders a shot of tequila and a lime.  The bartender says, "sorry.  We don't sell any mead."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unjoke #2 - Oprah is no Rosa Parks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oprah walks onto a bus, but doesn't have the right amount of change for the fare.  "Can you break a $100 dollar bill?"  She asks the bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;"No," he says, "and I'm sorry but you're going to have to go to the back of the bus."&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?"  she says with disdain.  "I will do no such thing."&lt;br /&gt;"But that is where the coin machine is.  You should be able to break your bill back there."&lt;br /&gt;After that, Oprah was red faced with embarrassment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unjoke #3 - Riddle me that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: What's the difference between a putting green and a woman's asshole?&lt;br /&gt;A: A putting green is for playing golf on, and a woman's asshole is a part of a person's body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-8979046823223316072?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/8979046823223316072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=8979046823223316072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/8979046823223316072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/8979046823223316072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/unjokes.html' title='Unjokes'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-7846730510452455187</id><published>2010-03-05T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:48:54.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters are not necessarily big</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oday, everything "big" is referred to as "Monster."  Monster trucks, Monster sized &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTX3CaTWbkM"&gt;guitar&lt;/a&gt;, monster cookie, monster cocks, monster sized nachos, monster mash, "that RV is a Monster", monster movies and even monster dot coms.  Why does monster mean big?  I guess some monsters can be big, but most are regular sized.  At best, they're slightly larger than average, but not indicative of vast hugeness.  Vampires, werewolfs, frankenstein-types, and even Cookie Monsters are regular sized.  And wasn't Chucky the doll from Child's Play a monster?  That fucker was puny.  I just don't get it, what's the obsession with hugeness of monsters?  It's the same with wizards.  Everyone is always assuming wizards are so smart.  Always, you hear about really smart people being considered "wizards."  Like. "Oh, he's so good at connect four, he's the connect four Wizard."  Come on, Wizards are good at magic, but not Connect Four.  Unless he wins by moving your black checkers over a column or something because of some amazingly lame magic spell, he's just a smart guy, and probably good at spatial reasoning (or you are an idiot, like, you always play all your checkers on the edges or directly on top of his).  But he is not a wizard.  If he does move your checkers around and really is a "Connect Four Wizard" then you shouldn't play with him and I'm pretty sure that's against the rules in any event, and you can just move your checkers back to where you put them anyway using your fingers.  This is all the same for monsters. Some are big, and some are small, but "monster sized" doesn't mean anything.  Remember that movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097758/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Little Monsters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Fred Savage?  Well it wasn't very good.  But the monsters were little, yet they were still monsters.  I think if you want something to describe "huge" you should say dinosaur.  Those dudes were big.  "We're selling Dinosaur 99 inch television sets for only $1599 at ABC Warehouse.  Get your ass down here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-7846730510452455187?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/7846730510452455187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=7846730510452455187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7846730510452455187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7846730510452455187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/monsters-are-not-necessarily-big.html' title='Monsters are not necessarily big'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-7955181126196455027</id><published>2010-03-05T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:41:38.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Headlines of All Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;10. AFTER BEING GONE FOR MONTHS, COLUMBUS PRESUMED FALLEN OFF EDGE OF WORLD (1493)&lt;br /&gt;9.  MARIE ANTOINETTE PERMITS CONSUMPTION OF CAKE (1791)&lt;br /&gt;8.  CRAZY GUY WITH A FLAG WINDS UP ON THE MOON (1969)&lt;br /&gt;7.  ACHILLES DIES IN BATTLE.  TAKES ARROW TO HEEL, OF ALL PLACES (1193 B.C.)&lt;br /&gt;6.  GRAVITY FINALLY DISCOVERED (1666)&lt;br /&gt;5.  BOSTON TEA PARTY WAS AN AWFUL PARTY, AND A TERRIBLE WASTE OF TEA (1773 Op-Ed)&lt;br /&gt;4.  MOZART WINS KIDS CHOICE AWARD FOR BEST NEW ARTIST (1777)&lt;br /&gt;3.  FOZZY, THE LAST WOOLLY MAMMOTH, DIES OF HEART COMPLICATIONS (9859 B.C)&lt;br /&gt;2.  ECONOMY IN AMAZING SHAPE.  DEPRESSION VERY UNLIKELY (October, 1929)&lt;br /&gt;1.  SLAVERY CANCELED (1865)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-7955181126196455027?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/7955181126196455027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=7955181126196455027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7955181126196455027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7955181126196455027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/top-ten-headlines-of-all-time.html' title='Top Ten Headlines of All Time'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-8238724901950801181</id><published>2010-03-02T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:23:21.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is No Mustard Only?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No Mustard Only is a way to order shit.  Its what you say when you'd like everything but mustard.  See, "no mustard" is the "only" thing you want to put in the "no" category, so you therefore submit to having everything else on your order.  Frankly, this is not any way to order something in the real world.  Sure, you save a few calories by taking out the mustard, and perhaps you don't even like the taste of mustard anyway, the tangy yellow flavor that draws out the salty smokiness of meats and cheeses.  Fine.  But it also means you get everything else on it.  Lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, avacados, and pepper.  You also get everything else, like worcestershire, cumin, onions and parsley.  I mean everything!  Tires, apples, flutes, lightning and Dartmouth.  Dartmouth!  A whole fucking college!  You want that on your sandwich?  Nope.  So don't ask for no mustard only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-8238724901950801181?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/8238724901950801181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=8238724901950801181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/8238724901950801181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/8238724901950801181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-no-mustard-only.html' title='What is No Mustard Only?'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-7142902165531327425</id><published>2010-03-02T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:41:45.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The number 3</title><content type='html'>I'm new to blogs.  I used to have a website.  The website was called www.nomustardonly.com.  It had links to various sections.  One of the sections was about funny rape stories.  It was an attempt to show that rape can sometimes be funny.  The section was a failure.  Rape, it turns out, is &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,342099,00.html"&gt;hardly ever funny&lt;/a&gt;.  I am going to put some of the things from those pages, rape tales aside, into this blog.  Here is my first entry, about the number 3.  It is pretty much true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 is the best number.  All my life I’ve loved the number 3.  I remember, when I was 3, my father asked me what my favorite number was.  His was 84 or some stupid number like that with two digits.  I told him mine was 3.  “Of course,” he said, “since you are 3.  When you are four, I’ll bet your favorite number will be 4.”&lt;br /&gt;“I disagree,” I replied.  “I am not so very fond of the number 4.”   In all honesty, I think I have always been jealous of 4, seeing as it is forever one higher than 3.  “Plus,” I continued, “I rather enjoyed 3 even when I was two.”  I&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S41x-Wm-4mI/AAAAAAAAGP0/j00iOfS1AnU/s1600-h/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444132840595710562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S41x-Wm-4mI/AAAAAAAAGP0/j00iOfS1AnU/s200/3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was probably full of shit, but I said it anyway.  Later that night we had pot roast.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, when I was seven or so, when 7 almost became my favorite number.  It never quite made it, though, and has always remained my second favorite number.  3 and 7 are the only numbers I even bother to rank.  Except for 6.  I hate 6, and rank it 50th.  It sucks.  People are always like, “You should like 6 if you like 3, because 3 times 2 is 6.”  Fuck that.  That is no reason to like a number.  I mean, shit, tons of numbers are 3 times something.  I hate 6 so much that I almost hated all numbers with 6 in it, like 16 and 65.  But that would be taking it too far.  Plus, what would I do with 63?  The worst year of my life was when I was six.  One time when I was six I fell down the stairs, and then got the flu I think.  The only good thing that happened when I was 6 was Columbus Day, and by then I was practically seven anyway.  I was the last kid in class to be six years old, so when I turned seven, I was so happy that I almost liked 7 as much as 3.&lt;br /&gt;It’s been said that if I like 3, I should like 33, and really love 333,333,333.  Those numbers are great, and I’m always excited when I come across them, but I don’t love them like I do regular 3.  I think it might be like a 3 overdose or something.  And I’ve heard shit from people that say “3 is really just 8 with most of its left half gone.”  True, but 8 is cool, and the left is the shittiest part of the 8 anyway.   The reason I love 3 so much is because nearly everything would be better if you had 3 of them.  Imagine if you had 3 legs.  You could run as fast as you can, and still be able to kick shit.  You’d rule at soccer, Twister, and, more likely for you, tap dancing (you goddamn pussy).  Or, imagine if you had 3 Porsches.  How fucking sweet would that be?  Just about the only thing I can think of that it isn’t better for you to have 3 of is ears.  You know, for hearing.  It wouldn’t really help you much, plus, where would they put it?  On your forehead?  You’d look retarded.  It would be like one of those dudes on those sob-story circus-weirdo shows on the discovery channel that are always called something like “I am not a freak.”  Yeah you are.  You’ve got a fucking ear coming out of your forehead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-7142902165531327425?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/7142902165531327425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=7142902165531327425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7142902165531327425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/7142902165531327425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/number-3.html' title='The number 3'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/S41x-Wm-4mI/AAAAAAAAGP0/j00iOfS1AnU/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909309796491309113.post-4650963216141327225</id><published>2010-03-02T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:05:54.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penis Party</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem last night while I was brushing my teeth.  It isn't true or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My penis had a party, with everyone invited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mom brought 7 layer dip, we all were so excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were streamers laid round everywhere, and fireworks ignited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's being thrown again next year, its already decided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My penis had a party, the guests were all delighted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody celebrated and nobody fighted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one was arrested, no one was indicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long lost friends and relatives were kindly re-united&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My penis had a party, even Tiger Woods was sighted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "tis the best party I've ever been" one of the guests recited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fun was shared by everyone, the love rampant and &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/requite"&gt;requited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should plan to come next year, you're cordially invited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909309796491309113-4650963216141327225?l=nomustardonly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/feeds/4650963216141327225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909309796491309113&amp;postID=4650963216141327225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4650963216141327225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909309796491309113/posts/default/4650963216141327225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomustardonly.blogspot.com/2010/03/penis-party.html' title='Penis Party'/><author><name>No Mustard Only</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916137810250052395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqVse3l6r9U/SxloJ4sYAVI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/vs-FFDVP9ns/S220/him.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
