<?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-5876066</id><updated>2012-01-16T12:41:06.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Random Thought Spot</title><subtitle type='html'>just read it </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-113009174197541952</id><published>2005-10-23T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:22:22.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like throwin my voice...and breakin guitars...cuz it doesn't remind me of anythinggggg...i like playin in the sand...whats mine is ours..if it doesn't remind of anything.1. (kirk) man there not showing the habs game...showin the fuckin leafs....im gonna flip........(brent) wow ur takin this pretty hard................(20 mins pass kirks msg;s me back) ok brent, i thought u would like this.....(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/113009174197541952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=113009174197541952' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/113009174197541952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/113009174197541952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-like-throwin-my-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-112999893034823457</id><published>2005-10-22T12:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:35:30.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Backbeat the word is on the street, that the fire in your heart is out.-Chicken(Matthew) flew home from out west and never told anyone...he was home for 5 hours and kirk got tossed in jail.......can't make that up.-(brent) man, i need a haircut..don't want it short though....................(chicken) my hair was so long...that the dude cuttin it, got the clippers caught...so he had to buzz me...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/112999893034823457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=112999893034823457' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/112999893034823457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/112999893034823457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2005/10/backbeat-word-is-on-street-that-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-112819951427830294</id><published>2005-10-01T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T17:45:14.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>banddddddd on the runnnnnnnnnnnnn......band on the runnnnnnnnnn So ya, Matts gettin married in china in like 3 weeks to his amazing chinese girlfriend.....Congrats Anita and Matt, i wish you all the best and happiness that u guys can get...lol and i hope you have all the lil chinese Jewish babies ya's can pop out....To Anita, you are gettin one of the best guys i know for a husband, if he is any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/112819951427830294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=112819951427830294' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/112819951427830294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/112819951427830294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2005/10/banddddddd-on-runnnnnnnnnnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-112768576125939169</id><published>2005-09-25T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T19:02:41.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright..i know i havn't wrote anythign for awhile....but too bad....most of this stuff comes from the month of september...which involved a trip to the stones and a guys weekend in truro- (todd) kirk, man whats wrong with ur feet....there a mess.....(kirk) huh, what u mean? (todd) there outts of shape and odd lookin.....(kirk) oh, that black line there? oh, thats dirt.-(5:45am, me and snapper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/112768576125939169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=112768576125939169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/112768576125939169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/112768576125939169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2005/09/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-111721769191425885</id><published>2005-05-27T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:32:55.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything is dark...it's the middle of the night..ur all alone and the dummies might be right.- Ever brush with ur Teeth with warm water instead of cold??? not recommended- Random way to piss off ur dog while laying in bed with him1. pretend he's the human and ur the dog...sniff and lick at him2. Everytime he closes his eyes...scream his name inches from his face3. Each time he falls asleep.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/111721769191425885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=111721769191425885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/111721769191425885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/111721769191425885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2005/05/everything-is-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-111557023441300588</id><published>2005-05-08T12:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:37:14.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whatcha doin?....nuttin chiilin at da holidae innnnnnn...who ya wit? me and my peeps, why don't u bring four o ya friendssssssss.- It's becoming cool for celebs to have sex tapes leak out over the internet, picture if i had a sex tape leak out on the internet..........i would download it.Random names for My Sex Tape that leaked out on the internet:1. From Phlembotomist to Porn Prince----this is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/111557023441300588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=111557023441300588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/111557023441300588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/111557023441300588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2005/05/whatcha-doin.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-110762266400681312</id><published>2005-02-05T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T12:57:44.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random funny things to say to a Dentist:1. Hi, Nice to Teeth ya.2. Isn't my left lower bicuspid, just so sexy3. Well if u can't decide now, just go home and molar it over.4. I can't wait to have you in my mouth.              (ewww)5. Can I call you Toothy MacTootherson?- im liking the whole idea of me acting Crunk.................if u don't know what crunk is, look it up.- Johnny Burke</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/110762266400681312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=110762266400681312' title='66 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/110762266400681312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/110762266400681312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2005/02/random-funny-things-to-say-to-dentist.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>66</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-110754127576725137</id><published>2005-02-04T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T14:21:15.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess Who's Back...........Back Again....brenty's back.....tell a friend.- Are poor people ugly cuz they r poor? Or are they Poor because they are ugly.- i try to be in my underwear as much as possible when in social situations.........it relaxes the mood.- (driving to halifax at 10:30 pm, just leavin sydney.....(Snapper) Brent your job on this drive is to watch out for Deer.- does it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/110754127576725137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=110754127576725137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/110754127576725137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/110754127576725137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2005/02/guess-whos-back.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-110510955088976321</id><published>2005-01-07T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T10:52:30.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a lil story i wrote:As, I looked upon the ocean all I could see were waves and waves of nice cool water, But wait heres come GodZilla, GRRRRRR rORrr..."no no put down the elephant" Mr. Cotton said. "Wow" that was a close one said some little girl who is smacking her brother with a live fish. So I went back to looking at the ocean. But first let me tell u alittle about myself. I was born in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/110510955088976321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=110510955088976321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/110510955088976321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/110510955088976321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2005/01/lil-story-i-wrote-as-i-looked-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-109424221406304919</id><published>2004-09-03T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T17:10:14.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I say, don't cha know, you say you don't knowI have been getting too far away from what my blog started out as....i sold out. Im not too pretty to admit it....even though im damn pretty. Im going back toi the old stuff, just all the stupid stuff that goes through my head. i have a long weekend involving parties...a trip to halifax and a concert comin up, so i will have plenty of stuff to write</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/109424221406304919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=109424221406304919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/109424221406304919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/109424221406304919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-say-dont-cha-know-you-say-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-109337058685311308</id><published>2004-08-24T13:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T15:03:06.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My big mouth, my big name, i'll put on my shoes, when im walking slowly down teh hall of fametwo updates in a row.i feel real bad for my horrible post yesterday..i will try to make up for it1. Instead of having rappers cut each other up in thier songs and eventually killin each other...picture Country singers doin this in thier lyricsRandom Country Lyrics that invole cuttin up other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/109337058685311308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=109337058685311308' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/109337058685311308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/109337058685311308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-big-mouth-my-big-name-ill-put-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-109327248650638676</id><published>2004-08-23T10:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T11:48:06.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I strut right by with my tail in the Air-The girlfriend lost her debit card in the casino...thats like losing a bottle of Rum at a AA meeting- I bought a beer at the liquor store the other night....it was called "Old Speckled Hen"......it tasted just like it's name....one highlight of it was...when i finished..i stood up and walked like a hen.....people found it funny.-(Snapper) it was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/109327248650638676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=109327248650638676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/109327248650638676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/109327248650638676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-strut-right-by-with-my-tail-in-air.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-109147346095389261</id><published>2004-08-02T16:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:04:20.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok people, can stop emailing me and calling me...to leave a comment now, u just click on comment...post a comment..and if u don't have a username and password then just click post anomyous and leave ur name in the post....and when u click on a pic on the picture post just hit BACK on ur browser to get the next description and pic link .......thats for all the slow people who read my blog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/109147346095389261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=109147346095389261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/109147346095389261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/109147346095389261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/08/ok-people-can-stop-emailing-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-109145853096898572</id><published>2004-08-02T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T10:27:13.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i write about all of my friends and our adventures all the time, but now im really bored and am going to let u in on the action and see somw pics of our stuff we have done so far this summer: 1.here's what happens when u mix a bungalow, lots of alcohol..a funny hat and paintball equipment http://groups.msn.com/2004summerpics/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&amp;PhotoID=1 2. this was my bright idea that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/109145853096898572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=109145853096898572' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/109145853096898572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/109145853096898572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-write-about-all-of-my-friends-and.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-109007598642252062</id><published>2004-07-17T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T11:53:06.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Islands in teh streammmmmmmm...that is what we areeee - The 2min 36sec point of the song Under pressure, defines why i like the Band Queen. - Ya, so i got punched in the face for the first time in my life the other night at the bar.....i looked around to see who hit me.......and there it was...... all120 pounds of her.....ya, a chick smoked me in the face.....she didn't like my shirt - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/109007598642252062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=109007598642252062' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/109007598642252062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/109007598642252062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/07/islands-in-teh-streammmmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-108869018535795927</id><published>2004-07-01T10:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T10:56:25.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I believe in a thing called Loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"]- The Dance Off finally happened last night....we got 14 people to make a circle on the dance floor and us guys went in one by one and just shook whatever we could.Random Highlights from the Dance Off:1. 6 guys walking up to the dance floor like we were the Michael Jackson "Bad" video and then hearin us all scream out...."It's A Dance Off"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/108869018535795927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=108869018535795927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108869018535795927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108869018535795927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-believe-in-thing-called.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-108861488190543724</id><published>2004-06-30T13:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T14:01:21.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- im naming my first kid..boy or girl ..."Jet"me, snapper, chicken and kirk sitting and eating at The bonnie Prince.......(brent)i can't belive snapper just threw out the "m" word (it ryhmes with huff and used to describe a part of a girl that boys don't haVe)....(Snapper)Ya, i likes callin it "The Mitt"..(boys laugh).....Me aND Chicken see the female waitress walking up to our table behind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/108861488190543724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=108861488190543724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108861488190543724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108861488190543724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-naming-my-first-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-108705941634848101</id><published>2004-06-12T13:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T13:56:56.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-i swear to god that every bird in my neighborhood gathers by my window at 7am and just sing thier lungs out till they wake me up.Random ways to look at the bright side of being blind:1. everyone person u date can look like whatever way u want2. u can grab at anything, and no matter what u grab, no one can get mad at ya3. u can do kick ass Stevie Wonder Impressions4. U can always wear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/108705941634848101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=108705941634848101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108705941634848101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108705941634848101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-swear-to-god-that-every-bird-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-108638183902996670</id><published>2004-06-04T17:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T17:43:59.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok for the first time ever, I have a co-writer for this entry....And it's my best friend KirkThe band that my friends are in 13 in between are getting back together.....Random list of things that may happen:1. Chicken gets drunk on stage and falls off, breaking his Femur.2.Kirk Hill becomes stranger and changes his name to Roxanne3. The Owner of the bar tells them, the only way they can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/108638183902996670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=108638183902996670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108638183902996670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108638183902996670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/06/ok-for-first-time-ever-i-have-co.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-108445898826559844</id><published>2004-05-13T10:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T11:36:28.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you don't like my fire, then don't stand around Random Things about Reality Shows:- "the Swan I feel sorry for the boyfriends of the chicks who go on this show, the girls are ugly and thier boyfriends can cheat on them and be idiots and the chicks don't do anything about cuz there ugly....now that they get work done and are all hot, the boyfriends are screwed.American Idol---best thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/108445898826559844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=108445898826559844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108445898826559844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108445898826559844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/05/if-you-dont-like-my-fire-then-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-108351269173982113</id><published>2004-05-02T12:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T12:49:12.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is a waste of alot of people's time- Appartenly there was a Documentary made about one of my friends and i just found out about this on friday. How come no one has made a documentary about me yet? Something must be done about thisRandom names for a Documentary made about me:1. From Chicken Fingers to Bacon---- The Story of a boy who never liked alot of kinds of food2. Brent &amp; Bucko, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/108351269173982113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=108351269173982113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108351269173982113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108351269173982113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-is-waste-of-alot-of-peoples-time.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-108189140078972332</id><published>2004-04-13T18:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T18:27:16.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time to play the gameeeeeee- Chicken bought Converse all Star Shoes 2 weeks ago, remember them? the cloth canvas things. We asked him how his shoes were working out and where's what he said:-they look awesome, but if u step in puddle, they fill up with water quickly and then get right heavy- i had them on the other day and i walked on a pebble and it hurt my foot.Random thoughts about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/108189140078972332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=108189140078972332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108189140078972332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108189140078972332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/04/time-to-play-gameeeeeee-chicken-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-108145611875038428</id><published>2004-04-08T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T17:32:27.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- i feel left out sometimes because i don't like coffee, i mean i can never say "man i need my coffee in the morning" or "mmmm coffee"...............not good times people- my mom is obessed with saying " what? u got a bat in the cave?" when she see's someone blowing thier nose. My Mom is the best mom ever- my neck is slowly getting fatter, and now my girlfriend says i look like a pelican.- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/108145611875038428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=108145611875038428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108145611875038428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108145611875038428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-feel-left-out-sometimes-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-108033450387325804</id><published>2004-03-26T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T16:58:34.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All be there when the light comes in, just tell'em where survivors-i know more abouyt American Politics then Canadian Politics.......What happened to Jean Chretien? did someone steal him?....Paul Martin?????????    i think we should vote any guy named Willy to be the Prime Minister.....like Willy Chretian...or Willy Martin? is it possible for people to get mad at u, if ur name is Willy?The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/108033450387325804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=108033450387325804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108033450387325804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/108033450387325804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/03/all-be-there-when-light-comes-in-just.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-107973310967617180</id><published>2004-03-19T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T17:55:10.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im back y'all- 10 Random things about Karoke1. Your way to into Karoke, if u don't have too look at the book to get the song number of the song you wanna sing 2. If they ever decided to judge Karoke by Talent, we may be hard pressed for a winner for a large period of time3. Is Cape Breton Idol like making it big on the Karoke circuit?4. I can't believe i just said Karoke Circuit5. If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/107973310967617180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=107973310967617180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107973310967617180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107973310967617180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-back-yall-10-random-things-about.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-107963786315919916</id><published>2004-03-18T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T15:27:42.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"People say im crazy, and im startin to believe them"- my new job is cool...alot of work...this week, but next week i sit on my ass all week and jab needles into arms...awrighttttttttt- could it be any worse then being a worm?Random reasons why being a worm would suck.....:1. No eyes2. On worm day (u know the day where in spring...it's wet and all the worms are on the sidewalk) they all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/107963786315919916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=107963786315919916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107963786315919916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107963786315919916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/03/people-say-im-crazy-and-im-startin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-107920000096501780</id><published>2004-03-13T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T13:49:53.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im not ready to goooooooooooooooooooooo - Man Vince Gill got huge in like 4 days....he was skinny...now just huge. Random list of people who just got huge- 1. Vanessa from The Cosby Show 2. Sally Struthers...was on "All in the famliy" now kickin it with the skinnies from Somalia 3.Oprah winfrey....she is like 150lbs one day then shoots up to a duece the next week...she is alll out of wack </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/107920000096501780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=107920000096501780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107920000096501780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107920000096501780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-not-ready-to-gooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-107919976623649050</id><published>2004-03-13T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T13:45:58.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im not ready to goooooooooooooooooooooo- Man Vince Gill got huge in like 4 days....he was skinny...now just huge.Random list of people who just got huge- 1. Vanessa from The Cosby Show2. Sally Struthers...was on "All in the famliy" now kickin it with the skinnies from Somalia3.Oprah winfrey....she is like 150lbs one day then shoots up to a duece the next week...she is alll out of wack4. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/107919976623649050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=107919976623649050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107919976623649050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107919976623649050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-not-ready-to-gooooooooooooooooooooo_13.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-107886991383996771</id><published>2004-03-09T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T18:08:21.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i quit my Job at the call center.....awrigthttttttttttt me.....man i hate dthat place..the same faces..syaing the same things...the constant talk about the "calls".......the constant bickering between people....the people who kissed ass so they could get off the phone for a bit..............................im sure all that will happen in my new job, but at least i can walk away from it, cuz i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/107886991383996771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=107886991383996771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107886991383996771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107886991383996771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-quit-my-job-at-call-center.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-107850831939160434</id><published>2004-03-05T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T13:41:40.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://groups.msn.com/brentbucko/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&amp;PhotoID=1      and here is my pic when i wanna look good for the ladies... http://groups.msn.com/brentbucko/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&amp;PhotoID=2just copy and paste those links in ur browser...since im retarded and can't do anything right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/107850831939160434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=107850831939160434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107850831939160434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107850831939160434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/03/httpgroups.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-107850805733426348</id><published>2004-03-05T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T13:37:18.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i said love take me downtown...im just looking for some tushhhhhhhhhhhmy mom) hey brent, i should come over tomarrow and we can make that chicken...(brent) ya sure, i will be here.....(mom) great, it's a date......(brent) no, were just makin chicken........(mom shakes her head and walks away as i smile with my arms extended for a hug) (brent) mom people keep thinking i have ADD.....do u think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/107850805733426348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=107850805733426348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107850805733426348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107850805733426348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-said-love-take-me-downtown.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-107471205369178933</id><published>2004-01-21T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T15:09:35.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4,5,6 c'mon and get ur kicks...and u don't need money , when u look like that, now do ya hunny- I can't eat MacDonalds fries now without dipping them in a cup of mayo from MacDonalds- new fun thing i noticed....my girlfriend feels her ass everytime she gets up from sitting down. I get much satisfaction from a girl touching any of her 3  "special girly" areas - Don't ya hate when one side </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/107471205369178933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=107471205369178933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107471205369178933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107471205369178933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/01/456-cmon-and-get-ur-kicks.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-107393521571839540</id><published>2004-01-12T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T15:20:36.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GET ER DONE-all my shirts have toothpaste on them- All girls complain about all guys being bad...and no good guys out there...but when a good guy comes along...u push him away.....Girls u are impossible to please- Every girl secretly loves thier chest....the more i pay attention...the more u touch them and look at them.- My girlfriend is obsessed with the fact that people get cheques for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/107393521571839540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=107393521571839540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107393521571839540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107393521571839540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2004/01/get-er-done-all-my-shirts-have.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-107256602874905228</id><published>2003-12-27T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T19:00:45.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> came along ...i wrote a song for you.........and it was Called Yellow- I went Xmas shopping the other day with 3 of my friends...here are some highlights- Asking my friend Matt...to help me pick out a gift ...becuase my girlfriend say's he isn't tacky....Matt comes over to me with a ceramic cat and a belt buckle.- Me and Johnny Burke walk into La Senza..feeling confident about beinging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/107256602874905228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=107256602874905228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107256602874905228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107256602874905228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/12/came-along.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-107142036329573384</id><published>2003-12-14T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T12:46:16.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is all about the Flu-how come u only get sick when u fall alseep? i mean u go to bed feeling fine but wake up sick? You never get sick in the middle of the day.......i have thought of a few funny situations where getting sick(the flu) in the middle of the day would be funny.1)...when ur in first place running a marathon2)....giving out flu vaccinations3)....skydiving (getting sick in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/107142036329573384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=107142036329573384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107142036329573384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107142036329573384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/12/this-is-all-about-flu-how-come-u-only.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-107003111259517703</id><published>2003-11-28T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T10:52:01.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>apparently i have the respect of POCO....well poco...ur the man i guess.......respect is a good thing...u respect me...then i respect u buddy. -best nickname i ever heard was a guy in highschool's....his last name was barkhouse.....so some guys called him meowshack...get it?  instead of barkhouse they called him meowshack....bark-meow....house-shack.......it kills me that i had to explain why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/107003111259517703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=107003111259517703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107003111259517703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/107003111259517703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/11/apparently-i-have-respect-of-poco.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106937502021383319</id><published>2003-11-20T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T20:37:07.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mostly about thongs again1. im jealous of chinese people....cuz i crave chinese food daily and always want it..and make a big deal about getting Chinese Food. All Chinese people have to do is make food and they have Chinese food.2. ok..people, u all assume that Thongs and curly hair are my life.However there are other things i like...such as: My GirlFriend, 3/4 underwear..chinese food...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106937502021383319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106937502021383319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106937502021383319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106937502021383319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/11/mostly-about-thongs-again-1.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106920130252546705</id><published>2003-11-18T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T20:21:49.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have not written a post on here in awhile...ya deal with it..cuz im not losing sleep over it.- I have a girlfriend now..yup me Mr. GIRLS suck and cannot be trusted has a girlfriend. She is the Girl who puts up with my bullshit but is nice about it...a keeper i think.Random list of things I do, when I have a girlfriend, that I don't do, when I have no Girlfriend: 1. Drink alot less   2. Have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106920130252546705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106920130252546705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106920130252546705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106920130252546705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-have-not-written-post-on-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106702307663889591</id><published>2003-10-24T16:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T16:20:26.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again me and Joe at our finestMy big mouth, my big name..I'll put on my shoes while im walking Slowly down the hall of fame says:im dressing up for the event next fridayMy big mouth, my big name..I'll put on my shoes while im walking Slowly down the hall of fame says:as a chickJOE MaGGot says:the ladies tempt meJOE MaGGot says:what?My big mouth, my big name..I'll put on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106702307663889591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106702307663889591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106702307663889591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106702307663889591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/once-again-me-and-joe-at-our-finest-my.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106700266962988481</id><published>2003-10-24T10:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T10:37:49.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here is a conversation me and my friends had in one night...just sitting there...this is prime proof...that we need our own reality show 1.Hey man what's up……..Hey what's going there snackbox. 2.I thought Kirk was part of the truck. 3.hey look at the pole, it has 3 different satelitte dishes on it.Picture watching porn on 3 different tv's……I would have to have an extra set of nuts……..I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106700266962988481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106700266962988481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106700266962988481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106700266962988481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/here-is-conversation-me-and-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106659794245543473</id><published>2003-10-19T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T18:12:22.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again another intelligent conversation between me and joeWhy Miami why?.....i actually almost cried again says:who is thatActually Doin Homewerk   says:meWhy Miami why?.....i actually almost cried again says:5really?Actually Doin Homewerk   says:when i was al il tikeWhy Miami why?.....i actually almost cried again says:u look slowActually Doin Homewerk   says:ya but i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106659794245543473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106659794245543473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106659794245543473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106659794245543473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/once-again-another-intelligent.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106640830312107888</id><published>2003-10-17T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T13:31:42.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was going to type a blog...but i logged in here and realized i have nothing cool to say...not even anything a little bit funny...i may be tired...i may be excited cuz it's friday...so im just gonna type whatever pops in my head when i look at things:-  best saying i heard from chicken within the last day was " suck on the hog"- before gettign in chicken's car yesterday , me and kirk took 6 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106640830312107888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106640830312107888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106640830312107888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106640830312107888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-was-going-to-type-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106622064972390709</id><published>2003-10-15T09:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T09:24:09.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so of u have seen this before, but i was too lazy to type something up...so i just posted an old thought email i made a few months ago....im sorry girls...u may not like what u read1. If i was a girl i would probably show my boobs alot and wear my thong high up so everyone knows im wearing one. 2. Girls are like fish they have do everything in groups like pee and try on each other clothes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106622064972390709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106622064972390709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106622064972390709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106622064972390709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-of-u-have-seen-this-before-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106579131708667411</id><published>2003-10-10T10:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T10:08:37.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahahah this is useless things i have typed mostly about thongs I have started a trend with the term HIGH THONG, every where I go at work or outside people point out high thongs to me, I find this amazingly funny, which sounds strange to girls so I will clear up why guys are the way we are. So here are some random thoughts about the high thongIt gives us a feeling that we know the girl a little</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106579131708667411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106579131708667411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106579131708667411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106579131708667411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/ahahah-this-is-useless-things-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106573037502376359</id><published>2003-10-09T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T17:12:55.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this blog originate from emails i wrote when i was really ored at work, so here is one of them: 1. I started this email and just opened a bottle of water at work, i will give updates on how the water is doing as we go along .2.In The Run of the last week Jeff Clememts has called me" a fool, told me I had A-D-D, a retard, told me to eat some retalin, called me a punkin head, Typed in capital </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106573037502376359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106573037502376359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106573037502376359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106573037502376359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/this-blog-originate-from-emails-i.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106528161442289096</id><published>2003-10-04T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T12:33:34.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. I just found out you can buy wine at glace bay bars now, this is very intresting....You have no idea how much it makes me smile, sitting down drinking a glass of white wine and wearing a  a bright yellow shirt that says chickmagent on it.......it's just so wrong- i was the youngest person at the main event for the majority of the night last night...which is cool cuase i love cougars, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106528161442289096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106528161442289096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106528161442289096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106528161442289096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106521396581679560</id><published>2003-10-03T17:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T17:46:05.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- is " Brent you look FLuffy today" a good thing or a bad thing?- Kirk and I (like how i used proper grammer) were standing in a parking lot in Toronto.....a pigeon  walks by and we watch this pigeon for a good 45 seconds...kirk looks up at me and says " A pigeon is a feathered rat" .....i looked at kirk and he looked so passionate about his comment, that i was weak fir 10-15 mins- I like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106521396581679560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106521396581679560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106521396581679560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106521396581679560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/is-brent-you-look-fluffy-today-good.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106519760242675623</id><published>2003-10-03T13:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T13:13:22.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok here are the saved by the bell questions and my answers, and these were all answered without me looking it up on the net...i have witnesses: and i asked u all to leave them in the comment section not email me them, so if u have anymore leave them in the comments 1. What kind of project were Zach and Tori working on when they were first paired together in school?    Answer: well it started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106519760242675623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106519760242675623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106519760242675623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106519760242675623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/ok-here-are-saved-by-bell-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106513578573078072</id><published>2003-10-02T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T20:03:05.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, i realized that i need to music to ype up one of these stupid things , cuase i can't hink without music...and im at work and have no music....- when i was typing my post yesterday, Steve Malloy thought it would be fun to make up an email addy add me to his messenger list and msg me, sating "hi"..so i say hi back, next thing u knwo "peter" is telling me how he saw my pic on a gay sex site </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106513578573078072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106513578573078072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106513578573078072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106513578573078072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-i-realized-that-i-need-to-music-to.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106503448281244917</id><published>2003-10-01T15:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T15:54:42.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was listening to salt n pepa's "shoop" and my sister walked in and said without missing a beat,"why don't u just break out the pogo ball and the skip it".............now anyone from the 80's early 90's shoudl find this a hilarious comment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106503448281244917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106503448281244917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106503448281244917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106503448281244917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-was-listening-to-salt-n-pepas-shoop.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106503335013020374</id><published>2003-10-01T15:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T15:35:49.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i guess i will write:Random funny saying about a girl trying to wear clothes that are too small for her: 1. look at her...she is trying to fit 10 pounds of sugar into a 5 pound bag.......2. I think the stripes on her shirt are horizontal...not rainbow shapes......3. i like the happy face on my shirt, but if i let her wear it it will come back frowning.- Sharon Osbourne is getting hot as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106503335013020374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106503335013020374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106503335013020374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106503335013020374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-i-guess-i-will-write-random-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106502685289960748</id><published>2003-10-01T13:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T13:47:32.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brent........im home says:u didn't comment on my new edition to the http://brentbucko.blogspot.comJOE HUB says:if tou chekk it youll see i haveBrent........im home says:ohBrent........im home says:sorryJOE HUB says:you see now?Brent........im home says:i have to cheackJOE HUB says:thiefJOE HUB says:you stol simbaBrent........im home says:no, u told me to  use itBrent...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106502685289960748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106502685289960748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106502685289960748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106502685289960748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/10/brent.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106495592467091881</id><published>2003-09-30T18:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T18:05:24.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well i didn't think i would keep making posts on this, but it turns out my head is just full of useless stuff that i wanna type out about my friends and I...so here we go again- Im llistening to been caught stealing ....by janes addiction, very good song, it's impossible to sit still during this song, and if u do, we probably don't along.- ....(kirk) "Matt, if you don't start making sense </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106495592467091881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106495592467091881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106495592467091881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106495592467091881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/09/well-i-didnt-think-i-would-keep-making.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876066.post-106485896888112021</id><published>2003-09-29T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T15:09:28.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   Ok, so everyone has these blogs now, so i thought i would create one, and put my random thoughts on it instead of emaling them out like u are all used to ...here goesRandom funny things that was said during  our trip to toronto......1. kirk was at the airport and they totally got him at the security place with the little wand thing...he was pratically naked , and then some one said "Man, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/feeds/106485896888112021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5876066&amp;postID=106485896888112021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106485896888112021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876066/posts/default/106485896888112021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brentbucko.blogspot.com/2003/09/ok-so-everyone-has-these-blogs-now-so.html' title=''/><author><name>brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11605813530529737417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
