<?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-8380805737006985262</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:04:47.453-05:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Gambling'/><category term='Drinking'/><category term='Haiku'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Bars'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Vegas'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Pop Culture Poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Silver Elite</title><content type='html'>A year of flying all over the place&lt;br /&gt;At last you have what you've always chased&lt;br /&gt;No more cattle car with no room for your feet&lt;br /&gt;You've been upgraded 'cause you are Silver Elite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took thirty segments to achieve such status&lt;br /&gt;But now you enjoy booze and beer gratis&lt;br /&gt;That's not all, as your bags also fly free&lt;br /&gt;Even if you've packed a whole Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You board first and there's always plenty of room&lt;br /&gt;And you laugh when bins fill and the others they fume&lt;br /&gt;Legs stretched and seats back you enjoy a free drink&lt;br /&gt;To the back of the plane, zones three and four slink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you land, the perks don't end&lt;br /&gt;You now have bonus miles to save or to spend&lt;br /&gt;On a layover, then it's off to next first class seat&lt;br /&gt;Because only Gold and Platinum have Silver beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-5920234852692398922?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5920234852692398922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=5920234852692398922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/5920234852692398922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/5920234852692398922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2012/01/silver-elite.html' title='Silver Elite'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-1261525340316453632</id><published>2011-06-13T20:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:20:01.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What's App'ening?</title><content type='html'>Talking and texting are such a bore&lt;br /&gt;I got my phone strictly for the app store.&lt;br /&gt;Games and weather and maps and more&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of landlines yore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was a couple, just a few&lt;br /&gt;But then I got one that kept track of my brews&lt;br /&gt;Named Last Call, it plotted your buzz&lt;br /&gt;And offered local lawyers to help you out with the fuzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was golf, well Super Stickman&lt;br /&gt;Which is great for killing time, no matter the span.&lt;br /&gt;Course after course, you can sit and play&lt;br /&gt;It gets even better, for this one you don't pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can challenge friends at finding words&lt;br /&gt;And spend hours on the popular Angry Birds.&lt;br /&gt;Check scores from the couch without leaving your seat&lt;br /&gt;To see it's the Rays the Tigers have beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by far my favorite is Words with Friends&lt;br /&gt;Like Scrabble, but better, this game transcends&lt;br /&gt;Double words, triple letters is where you make your mark&lt;br /&gt;Points upon points for words like disembark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hang up that call, and ignore that text&lt;br /&gt;Don't go work out, don't give your muscles a flex&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and enjoy all the wonderful apps&lt;br /&gt;And if you are feeling lucky - challenge me, perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-1261525340316453632?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1261525340316453632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=1261525340316453632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1261525340316453632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1261525340316453632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-appening.html' title='What&apos;s App&apos;ening?'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-3356598915395346830</id><published>2011-05-16T19:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:44:43.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><title type='text'>Haiku Monday</title><content type='html'>Animal Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;The church, the punch and the Dean&lt;br /&gt;All Derby winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell who won&lt;br /&gt;So you stand and wait forever&lt;br /&gt;The longshot runs first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sporting navy blue&lt;br /&gt;P.U.B. runs small but strong&lt;br /&gt;A May tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crawl detour&lt;br /&gt;to The Boardroom leads to the&lt;br /&gt;worst dirty girl scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 degrees when&lt;br /&gt;I order some new flip flops&lt;br /&gt;Then it snows, fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid twenty-five&lt;br /&gt;bucks for Delta to lose my&lt;br /&gt;bag.  Not a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My World Series bets&lt;br /&gt;are all playing like dog shit&lt;br /&gt;3 teams dead to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-3356598915395346830?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3356598915395346830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=3356598915395346830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/3356598915395346830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/3356598915395346830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Don't know yet, booze and bets, about 8 bucks I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at the hotel, and all get checked in&lt;br /&gt;And wonder if our dinner will include any twins.&lt;br /&gt;Or preggos, since that seems to be our M.O.&lt;br /&gt;Leave Hooters and hit up 4th Street like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumble home at 3 and try for some shut eye&lt;br /&gt;Who pissed in my suitcase, oh yeah, that guy.&lt;br /&gt;Fail to make waffles down in the lobby&lt;br /&gt;Then head to the Church, our new favorite hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down some beers, crack some jokes and catch a ride&lt;br /&gt;Dropped at the gate, where's our horse racing guide?&lt;br /&gt;Infield bound, flush with cash, it's time to get down&lt;br /&gt;Pick 6's, exactas, the first leg of the triple crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wins offset losses, but not juleps of mint&lt;br /&gt;Another race starts, to see a horse you must squint.&lt;br /&gt;Ripped up tickets for the losers, garland roses for the winner&lt;br /&gt;A long walk back to the car before a hearty KFC dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun burned and drunk, we head back to the room&lt;br /&gt;The NBA is on, some team's getting the broom.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up early, survey the damage, always a slaughter&lt;br /&gt;One last tradition, a stop at Wendy's in Coldwater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-6818090025235060297?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6818090025235060297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=6818090025235060297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>The Sahara is closing after nearly 70 years&lt;br /&gt;To some jeers and sneers, but mostly cheers&lt;br /&gt;70 years of slot machines and the Rat Pack&lt;br /&gt;And even that dumb side bet on the tables of blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the originals, way down on the north end&lt;br /&gt;Without much one would recommend&lt;br /&gt;But it did have a roller coaster right out front&lt;br /&gt;The no one ever rode, surely a failed stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An early trip took us to their all you can eat buffet&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I never had a chance to hit the Nascar Cafe&lt;br /&gt;But I did play a ton of dollar twenty-one&lt;br /&gt;And drank.  And drank.  And drank a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that end of the strip is starting to go bare&lt;br /&gt;All that remain are The Strat, Circus Circus and the Rivier-a&lt;br /&gt;Will they implode it and build something new?&lt;br /&gt;I bid the Sahara a hearty adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-1366756902232374490?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1366756902232374490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=1366756902232374490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1366756902232374490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1366756902232374490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2011/03/closing-doors.html' title='Closing Doors'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-8145383637741420891</id><published>2011-02-01T09:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:36:41.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have you gone Tara Reid?</title><content type='html'>Before there was Paris, or Lindsay or Heidi&lt;br /&gt;Before Teen Mom and that trainwreck Britney&lt;br /&gt;Before there was tape of Kim doing the deed&lt;br /&gt;There was you, the original, Tara Reid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botched lipo and boob jobs&lt;br /&gt;Your ego swelled and throbbed&lt;br /&gt;From starring in Lebowski and Pie&lt;br /&gt;To attending events with Tom Brady, black tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't last, you fell hard&lt;br /&gt;Now you can't even find a commercial to star&lt;br /&gt;Memories of Taradise seem so long ago&lt;br /&gt;You can't even get a guest spot on a friend's show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you sit back and watch all your old party friends&lt;br /&gt;And wish you were the one in front of the lens&lt;br /&gt;You paved the way for sluttiness and greed&lt;br /&gt;An original, the first, my favorite, Tara Reid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-8145383637741420891?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8145383637741420891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=8145383637741420891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/8145383637741420891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/8145383637741420891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-have-you-gone-tara-reid.html' title='Where have you gone Tara Reid?'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-5835876944864512026</id><published>2011-01-21T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:25:50.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiku'/><title type='text'>Friday Haiku</title><content type='html'>I can't freaking wait&lt;br /&gt;to get to Florida for&lt;br /&gt;Eighty-five degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CFA and sun&lt;br /&gt;What more can one ask for?&lt;br /&gt;When it is cold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never used to like&lt;br /&gt;the swamp and stickiness of &lt;br /&gt;Florida.  Now?  Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-5835876944864512026?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5835876944864512026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=5835876944864512026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/5835876944864512026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/5835876944864512026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2011/01/friday-haiku.html' title='Friday Haiku'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-3767828797630341189</id><published>2011-01-18T08:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:48:53.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Hoke-a-Mania</title><content type='html'>No, no, God no&lt;br /&gt;Is what immediately ran through my head&lt;br /&gt;This move sucks, it blows&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's not true, I pled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Miles, No Harbaugh, but someone named Hoke?&lt;br /&gt;From the Mountain West, a high school league&lt;br /&gt;Surely David Brandon is playing a joke&lt;br /&gt;He'll hire a real coach after all of this intrigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, it's true, the big man comes east&lt;br /&gt;I fear the headlines now, what a choke&lt;br /&gt;Not just on dinners, but hopefully the Big Ten he'll feast.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought Michigan would be coached by Brady Hoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-3767828797630341189?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3767828797630341189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=3767828797630341189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/3767828797630341189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/3767828797630341189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoke-mania.html' title='Hoke-a-Mania'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-1026654577005526086</id><published>2011-01-10T18:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:05:09.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Bring on, The Hat?</title><content type='html'>Wait.  What?  Jimmy isn't on his way?&lt;br /&gt;Brandon waited all this time, had a huge delay&lt;br /&gt;Fired Rich and was certain to bring home number 4&lt;br /&gt;To usher in some titles, and send losing out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it got fouled up&lt;br /&gt;Harbaugh's gone to the pros leaving us with some schlub&lt;br /&gt;Who looks like Fred Flintstone and coaches in San Diego&lt;br /&gt;If only there was some other link to past glory and Bo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but there is, but he comes with issues.&lt;br /&gt;After botching timeouts, he leaves fans holding tissues.&lt;br /&gt;But he can recruit and he hates State&lt;br /&gt;And his past teams have been good to great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So despite his penchant for chewing grass&lt;br /&gt;Oversigning players and treating them like ass&lt;br /&gt;He's better than Hoke, he's got the stats&lt;br /&gt;Bring on Les Miles, bring on The Hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(God, I hope this is the last of these I do.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-1026654577005526086?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1026654577005526086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=1026654577005526086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1026654577005526086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1026654577005526086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2011/01/bring-on-hat.html' title='Bring on, The Hat?'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-2118406268558196634</id><published>2011-01-02T18:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:28:35.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Bring on Jimmy</title><content type='html'>Rarely does one game sum up 3 years&lt;br /&gt;A performance so bad, it required many beers.&lt;br /&gt;No defense, a sputtering offense, missing a field goal&lt;br /&gt;Add it all up and it's an embarrassing loss in the Gator Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Coming in I was hopeful, a win would right the ship&lt;br /&gt;Save Rich's job, let Denard take us on a wonderful trip.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I've had it, I've never been this low&lt;br /&gt;Given chance after chance, but it's obvious that Rich really blows.&lt;br /&gt;So, bring on the man from Stanford, his name is Jim Harbaugh&lt;br /&gt;and let him rip through the Big Ten like a finely tuned chainsaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-2118406268558196634?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2118406268558196634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=2118406268558196634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/2118406268558196634'/><link rel='self' 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Festivus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-970056546823461246?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/970056546823461246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=970056546823461246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/970056546823461246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/970056546823461246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-festivus.html' title='Happy Festivus'/><author><name>Jon 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State of Mind</title><content type='html'>(Yes, I realize these stopped being funny 2 years ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah, I'ma up at the Sault, now I'm down in Marquette&lt;br /&gt;Right next to the Gipper, but I hate Notre Dame forever&lt;br /&gt;I'm the new James Tolkan, 'cept with a lot more hair&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it's $3.50, yeah that's the bridge fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to walk to Hob Nob, with all of my Yooper cousins&lt;br /&gt;Right there up on 13th, buying cards by the dozens&lt;br /&gt;Now I hit casinos, King's Club or the Island&lt;br /&gt;The only places in the state where you can still puff a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the Soo locks, watching water fill it up&lt;br /&gt;Rising so slow, might see yourself a bear cub&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm up at Ishpe, birthplace of Seaborgium&lt;br /&gt;I bet you didn't know that's where Seaborg's from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what up to Izzo, still playing bingo&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had a governor since the days of Jim Crow&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself a pasty, better than the lake trout&lt;br /&gt;Tell by my accent that I'm most definitely from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.P.  Pine Mountain Jump ain't nothing to sneeze at&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred feet way up, now you're a yooper&lt;br /&gt;Almost became its' own state, Jacobetti will have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for U.P., U.P., U.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me in the woods with some friends for a deer hunt&lt;br /&gt;Never leave the cabin 'cause we're drunk and there's a cold front&lt;br /&gt;Snow piled high, yo, can't even see the mailbox&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that warms you up is a double whiskey on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Yooper Dome, it's got 5 acres to roam &lt;br /&gt;Made entirely of wood, home of the Wildcats&lt;br /&gt;Downhill ski, cross country, snowmobiles, and snow shoes &lt;br /&gt;Up here, we're in a constant state of winter wonderland, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 waterfalls, up here in the U.P.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have time to see them all, even though it is free&lt;br /&gt;Me, I gotta say my fav was Tahquamenon&lt;br /&gt;Way better than Niagara, New York should pass the baton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traded for Toledo, take that you Buckeyes&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't give it back, no not even for Cleveland&lt;br /&gt;Mackinac Island, Pictured Rocks of Munising&lt;br /&gt;I'm from the tippy-top of the Great Lakes state that's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.P.  Lake Superior ain't nothing to swim in&lt;br /&gt;Never gets above sixty, now you're a yooper&lt;br /&gt;Smoked fish sold at the gas and go, frostbite on all your toes  &lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for U.P., U.P., U.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-5307833524316416311?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5307833524316416311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=5307833524316416311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/5307833524316416311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/5307833524316416311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2010/12/up-state-of-mind.html' title='U.P. State of Mind'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-1412521883994944212</id><published>2010-12-12T17:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:59:42.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A Hex(or) on my Flexor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.raqs.co.nz/safedance/graphics/hip_flexor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.raqs.co.nz/safedance/graphics/hip_flexor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke on a Wednesday and something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Pain in my leg, I hope it doesn't last long&lt;br /&gt;It was a struggle just to roll out of bed&lt;br /&gt;My right peg was acting as if it was dead&lt;br /&gt;Shuffle to the shower and try to jump in&lt;br /&gt;But my day of pain was just set to begin&lt;br /&gt;Unable to lift much more than an inch&lt;br /&gt;Just putting on a sock would cause me to flinch&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the car was also a chore&lt;br /&gt;Having to lift my dead leg inside of the door&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I walked, I was forced to go slow&lt;br /&gt;As I dragged my injured leg, right down to the toe&lt;br /&gt;So what was the source of my infinite pain?&lt;br /&gt;My hip flexor surely has a humongous strain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-1412521883994944212?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1412521883994944212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=1412521883994944212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1412521883994944212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1412521883994944212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2010/12/flexor-trouble.html' title='A Hex(or) on my Flexor'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-2893779157086402658</id><published>2010-12-02T11:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:02:22.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>World Cup</title><content type='html'>A decent 2010 for the red, white and blue&lt;br /&gt;Excitement at levels to the signing of Adu.&lt;br /&gt;A bid for the Cup in 12 years made sense.&lt;br /&gt;FIFA would do right, they couldn't be that dense.&lt;br /&gt;So Clinton and Freeman arrived with a plan&lt;br /&gt;To win they'd have to best Australia, Qatar and Japan.&lt;br /&gt;Japan hosted just 8 years ago, it's been twice that for the US&lt;br /&gt;The Aussies have come on, but they weren't a success.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a lock, but it seemed the right choice&lt;br /&gt;When they made the announcement, a country would rejoice&lt;br /&gt;But Blatter pulled a fast one, his decision quite bizarre&lt;br /&gt;The 2022 World Cup is headed to Qatar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-2893779157086402658?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2893779157086402658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=2893779157086402658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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G6</title><content type='html'>Sliding all over the ice, in a blizzard&lt;br /&gt;To get in the backseat, be a wizard&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you need repairs, ain't no quick fix&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I bought this car, Pontiac G6&lt;br /&gt;Like a G6, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be pushing it home, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;Like a G6, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be pushing it home, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the car-car keys&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the map-map home&lt;br /&gt;Mid-size piece of crap, car can barely do a lap&lt;br /&gt;Got a full tank, we got to get on our way&lt;br /&gt;Forget this place, getting clowned by the valet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the floor, yeah, we flooring it&lt;br /&gt;Pull up to a light, no one wants to look at my car&lt;br /&gt;Rev the engine, but no one wants to race my car&lt;br /&gt;Chuckles and sneers, everyone pointing at my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sliding all over the ice, in a blizzard&lt;br /&gt;To get in the backseat, be a wizard&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you need repairs, ain't no quick fix&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I bought this car, Pontiac G6&lt;br /&gt;Like a G6, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be pushing it home, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;Like a G6, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be pushing it home, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replaced the Grand Am, goes out like a lamb&lt;br /&gt;Got a GT model, Well it had a GT model&lt;br /&gt;Car's so lame, given away by Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Nine out of ten owners, sport a cheesy goatee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the floor, yeah, we flooring it&lt;br /&gt;Pull up to a light, no one wants to look at my car&lt;br /&gt;Rev the engine, but no one wants to race my car&lt;br /&gt;Chuckles and sneers, everyone pointing at my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sliding all over the ice, in a blizzard&lt;br /&gt;To get in the backseat, be a wizard&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you need repairs, ain't no quick fix&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I bought this car, Pontiac G6&lt;br /&gt;Like a G6, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be pushing it home, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;Like a G6, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be pushing it home, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn signal does not work, all stops are more of a jerk&lt;br /&gt;All stops are more of a jerk, all stops are more of a jerk&lt;br /&gt;Turn signal does not work, all stops are more of a jerk&lt;br /&gt;All stops are more of a jerk, all stops are more of a jerk&lt;br /&gt;Turn signal does not work, all stops are more of a jerk&lt;br /&gt;All stops are more of a jerk, all stops are more of a jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sliding all over the ice, in a blizzard&lt;br /&gt;To get in the backseat, be a wizard&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you need repairs, ain't no quick fix&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I bought this car, Pontiac G6&lt;br /&gt;Like a G6, like a G6&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be pushing it home, like a G6&lt;br /&gt; Like a G6, like a G6&lt;br /&gt; Gonna be pushing it home, like a G6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-1001412852381458806?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1001412852381458806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=1001412852381458806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1001412852381458806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1001412852381458806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-pontiac-g6.html' title='Like a (Pontiac) G6'/><author><name>Jon 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Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do almost&lt;br /&gt;anything to have a Chick&lt;br /&gt;Fil-A in Lansing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-7523978601141519718?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7523978601141519718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=7523978601141519718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/7523978601141519718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/7523978601141519718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-8942207022956526220?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8942207022956526220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=8942207022956526220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/8942207022956526220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/8942207022956526220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2010/11/bonus-drunk-haiku.html' title='Bonus Drunk Haiku'/><author><name>Jon 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/587994955303305885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=587994955303305885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/587994955303305885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/587994955303305885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2010/11/haiku-link.html' title='Haiku Link'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-7448099493884767687</id><published>2010-11-16T14:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:47:15.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Access Denied</title><content type='html'>Headed to Canada for a quick work trip&lt;br /&gt;Truck fully loaded with a bunch of equip&lt;br /&gt;Windsor or Sarnia, which would be quickest?&lt;br /&gt;Windsor ruled out, their traffic the thickest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove, the fog finally lifted&lt;br /&gt;Along 69, the truck never drifted.&lt;br /&gt;Stopping for candy and a diet coke&lt;br /&gt;Making good time, this trip is no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull up to the border and things go awry&lt;br /&gt;Questions and questions, where are we going and why?&lt;br /&gt;This isn't going well, I have a bad feeling&lt;br /&gt;Off to immigration to do our appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parked with our yellow note we head for the door&lt;br /&gt;Up to the counter, let us in I implore.&lt;br /&gt;Out come the laws, and books of regs&lt;br /&gt;We've been here before, what's all this we beg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our pleas are met with a stern shake of the head&lt;br /&gt;Leave at once or or else you'll be banned til you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;Turned back around, we're headed stateside&lt;br /&gt;Our work trip to Canada, access denied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-7448099493884767687?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7448099493884767687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=7448099493884767687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/7448099493884767687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/7448099493884767687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2010/11/access-denied.html' title='Access Denied'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-1444277152648786676</id><published>2010-10-15T07:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:31:37.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiku'/><title type='text'>Haiku Friday?</title><content type='html'>Job interview nerves&lt;br /&gt;Have me feeling like I should&lt;br /&gt;Have a gin tonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking a tie is&lt;br /&gt;not as easy as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Damn color blindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is something I would have done had I went to Wisconsin.  And been in a more creative mood than I've been.  It's like "Baconators" only way better.  And in video form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVAZXZfIlNk"&gt;Teach Me How to Bucky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-1444277152648786676?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1444277152648786676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=1444277152648786676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1444277152648786676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1444277152648786676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2010/10/haiku-friday.html' title='Haiku Friday?'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-4205923158788962372</id><published>2010-02-13T12:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:27:59.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chips</title><content type='html'>Six new chips without &lt;br /&gt;pictures (yet) await you at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fivedollarchips.blogspot.com/"&gt;my other cool blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-4205923158788962372?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4205923158788962372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=4205923158788962372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/4205923158788962372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/4205923158788962372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-chips.html' title='New Chips'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-7963270264214957304</id><published>2009-08-03T17:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:02:31.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiku'/><title type='text'>Haiku Monday (Brief edition)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idiot Passenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut your stinkin' mouth&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me how to stow my&lt;br /&gt;carry-on luggage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-7963270264214957304?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-6542603716395708309</id><published>2009-01-13T11:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:48:22.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Ode to Manny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://joestakeon.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/harris-110107_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://joestakeon.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/harris-110107_300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3 - Harris, Manny&lt;br /&gt;Your ability to score, uncanny&lt;br /&gt;A nickname, not your given name&lt;br /&gt;From Corperryale you became&lt;br /&gt;The league's best, most complete&lt;br /&gt;Giving opponents another defeat&lt;br /&gt;Whether shooting outside from twenty&lt;br /&gt;Or finding teammates, assists a plenty&lt;br /&gt;Slashing for a two point reward&lt;br /&gt;Or grabbing double digit boards&lt;br /&gt;Deflecting a pass meant to beat&lt;br /&gt;Or a block that is oh so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Banished for 11 years&lt;br /&gt;Tournament bound will lead to tears&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the opposition on it's fanny&lt;br /&gt;Number 3 - Harris, Manny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update - w00t after beating Clemson behind Manny's 23/7/7 line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-6542603716395708309?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6542603716395708309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=6542603716395708309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/6542603716395708309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/6542603716395708309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2009/01/ode-to-manny.html' title='Ode to Manny'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-4013606383364705602</id><published>2009-01-06T18:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:05:03.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiku'/><title type='text'>Haiku Monday (A Day Late)</title><content type='html'>At last, they come off&lt;br /&gt;A night of fun concludes with&lt;br /&gt;Map of Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early morning&lt;br /&gt;You carry your dress and heels&lt;br /&gt;Shame walk veteran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow snow snow snow snow&lt;br /&gt;We've had a lot of fucking&lt;br /&gt;Snow snow snow snow snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-4013606383364705602?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-3778174087501913522</id><published>2008-10-13T19:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:39:24.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><title type='text'>Effen</title><content type='html'>A name so brilliant, Heineken would be proud&lt;br /&gt;A drink so smooth, you'll never notice you're plowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavors, not varied, but two done right&lt;br /&gt;Choosing between them is sometimes a plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely distributed coast to coast&lt;br /&gt;To drink, no longer requires a trip to the Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being tasty, it's a fun name to say&lt;br /&gt;Way better than ordering a goose that is grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drink of choice used to be tonic and gin&lt;br /&gt;But that's been replaced by anything with Effen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.outsiders-unite.com/images/06_winners/beverage1_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.outsiders-unite.com/images/06_winners/beverage1_lrg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-3778174087501913522?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3778174087501913522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=3778174087501913522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Season Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Toledo&lt;br /&gt;Wake me when it's time for hoops&lt;br /&gt;What? We suck at that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-four and oh&lt;br /&gt;Ruined because of K.C.&lt;br /&gt;Can this year get worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NLCS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-five to one&lt;br /&gt;The odds to start the season&lt;br /&gt;Now six wins away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALCS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hundred to one&lt;br /&gt;Tampa was an after-thought&lt;br /&gt;Could make bettors rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-1762219005321723997?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1762219005321723997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-4471601246560946631</id><published>2008-09-29T21:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:51:18.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>The Comeback</title><content type='html'>19 down with 30 to play&lt;br /&gt;This new Michigan in total disarray.&lt;br /&gt;How in the world could they be this inept?&lt;br /&gt;20 yards, 3 fumbles and 2 intercept.&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes by all, the pigskin, must be greased.&lt;br /&gt;100 thousand fans with tickets, all thought they were fleeced.&lt;br /&gt;On the heels of a disaster down in South Bend&lt;br /&gt;This fall from grace I could not comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;I was a Badger score from turning off this game&lt;br /&gt;Let's watch something else I'd surely proclaim.&lt;br /&gt;But then it started, 6 points from the freshman tight end&lt;br /&gt;The kick, good, and my mood was starting to mend.&lt;br /&gt;Two holds by the defense and my heart rate increased&lt;br /&gt;It was not long ago our chances had deceased.&lt;br /&gt;And then, a bolt, two bolts of electric lightning&lt;br /&gt;The first, a long run, Wisconsin was tightening.&lt;br /&gt;4 seconds later and the lead changed hands&lt;br /&gt;The oft quiet stadium, now rocking it's stands.&lt;br /&gt;And who would have thought the hero would be&lt;br /&gt;The ill-named linebacker nicknamed the Machete.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't quite over, each team scored after that,&lt;br /&gt;But the Michigan defense never let Wiscy off the mat.&lt;br /&gt;And for that off criticized middle linebacker&lt;br /&gt;We toasted a beer to our aggressive attacker.&lt;br /&gt;And then I was reminded of statements I made&lt;br /&gt;About Forty-nine and how I wish he never played.&lt;br /&gt;I don't recall saying that, but it's probably true&lt;br /&gt;He had a big Iowa game, really his debut.&lt;br /&gt;But since then, nothing, lots of empty afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong, tell Coach D to meet me at Ricks sometime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-4471601246560946631?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4471601246560946631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=4471601246560946631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/4471601246560946631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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festival&lt;br /&gt;Should be avoided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snoop A Loop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cans of Olde English&lt;br /&gt;What's my motherfucking name&lt;br /&gt;Snoop Dogg in Lansing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must take your&lt;br /&gt;Newborn kid to see Snoop Dogg&lt;br /&gt;Please don't sit near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trashy girls look a&lt;br /&gt;little better when wearing&lt;br /&gt;Heels and cowboy hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stepbrothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of mailed in but&lt;br /&gt;Should win the award for most&lt;br /&gt;F-bombs and dick jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you touch my drums?&lt;br /&gt;Sleepwalking in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;I'll lick the white poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm burying you.&lt;br /&gt;My nutsack on your drum set.&lt;br /&gt;Boats and Hoes forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-2762101119596064348?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2762101119596064348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=2762101119596064348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/2762101119596064348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/2762101119596064348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2008/07/haiku-monday.html' title='Haiku Monday'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-4046324015714200145</id><published>2008-07-02T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:49:34.864-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Nike Driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.equip2golf.com/images/newproducts/2003/nike_ignite_driver_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.equip2golf.com/images/newproducts/2003/nike_ignite_driver_sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head cover comes off, you are ready to rip&lt;br /&gt;A huge drive will leave you off the green by a chip&lt;br /&gt;But that's a pipe dream with this club&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably end up underneath a shrub&lt;br /&gt;But not a bush between you and your hole&lt;br /&gt;So far right, it's a heckuva stroll&lt;br /&gt;Good angle in, the rest of your foursome will say&lt;br /&gt;What do they care, it's not the ball they'll play&lt;br /&gt;You sit in your cart and wait for a different group to swing&lt;br /&gt;Out into their fairway, your second shot you fling&lt;br /&gt;Just to get out of everyone else's way&lt;br /&gt;It's hole number one and your driver's done for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-4046324015714200145?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-3774728975628867366</id><published>2008-06-24T16:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:37:56.791-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Lonesome Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.counterfeitimage.com/_images/TurkeySandwich_A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.counterfeitimage.com/_images/TurkeySandwich_A.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my lunch today&lt;br /&gt;No fast food, bar or buffet.&lt;br /&gt;A turkey sandwich and a coke&lt;br /&gt;This will help me from going broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the noon hour got closer&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to doubt my grocer.&lt;br /&gt;My co-workers were heading out&lt;br /&gt;Where should we go? I heard them shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They picked deli's and chain's&lt;br /&gt;And one with meals from the Ukraine.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't so much about the food&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for a break helped lighten the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd come back refreshed, ready for the next chore&lt;br /&gt;While I picked up crumbs from my office floor.&lt;br /&gt;As I wiped off my desk, I had a hunch&lt;br /&gt;I would never again have a lonesome lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-3774728975628867366?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3774728975628867366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=3774728975628867366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/3774728975628867366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/3774728975628867366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2008/06/lonesome-lunch.html' title='Lonesome Lunch'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-3068249291841851934</id><published>2008-06-23T20:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:30:21.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Hot Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7ondemand1.scene7.com/is/image/Hammacher/75341?wid=180"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://s7ondemand1.scene7.com/is/image/Hammacher/75341?wid=180" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I won't do for a hot dog&lt;br /&gt;A magical, sausage log.&lt;br /&gt;Whether filled with cheese, or the normal meat mix&lt;br /&gt;It's the one food I will constantly pick.&lt;br /&gt;At home, on the road, or at the ballpark&lt;br /&gt;The only dog in the world with no bark.&lt;br /&gt;Cooked on a stove or the grill&lt;br /&gt;Eating one's always a thrill&lt;br /&gt;Especially out of the hot diggity dogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-3068249291841851934?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3068249291841851934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=3068249291841851934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/3068249291841851934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/3068249291841851934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2008/06/hot-dogs.html' title='Hot Dogs'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-3062504551600467016</id><published>2008-06-21T23:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:13:01.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><title type='text'>DUI Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c328/johnnie_AF/roflbot-nuBT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c328/johnnie_AF/roflbot-nuBT.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it won't work, yet you pop a penny in&lt;br /&gt;But how is that going to mask all that gin?&lt;br /&gt;You try to concentrate and make eye contact&lt;br /&gt;But you can't help but stare at the lady cop's rack.&lt;br /&gt;She asks you to step out and you take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;If you were choosing between jail, you'd surely take death.&lt;br /&gt;Out comes a pen, to test your eyes' gaze&lt;br /&gt;Two shots before leaving, have you in a haze.&lt;br /&gt;And then comes the walk and turn, maybe this'll be easy&lt;br /&gt;Heel to toe, heel to toe, you're starting to feel queasy.&lt;br /&gt;Next you're asked to stand on leg one&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time you notice, this cop has a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Touch your finger to your nose, do it with your eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;When's she going to figure out, you're completely hosed?&lt;br /&gt;Counting backwards and letters in reverse are to follow&lt;br /&gt;You are almost through it, you take big swallow.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, is the vaunted PBT&lt;br /&gt;You blow point oh seven, the cop sets you free.&lt;br /&gt;Not  a moment too soon, you phone starts to chime&lt;br /&gt;And you make it to the next bar before closing time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-3062504551600467016?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3062504551600467016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=3062504551600467016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/3062504551600467016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/3062504551600467016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2008/06/dui-stop.html' title='DUI Stop'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-6294907445337361166</id><published>2008-06-19T16:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:41:19.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Dockers: Sick Day</title><content type='html'>The plan was hatched on a Thursday night&lt;br /&gt;Let's all call in sick, do something tight.&lt;br /&gt;All eagerly agreed and a meeting was set&lt;br /&gt;Back here tomorrow, a promise not a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day came and three arrived early&lt;br /&gt;One came late, showed up feeling surly.&lt;br /&gt;My boss is on to me, I think, he said&lt;br /&gt;If he catches me out, there's no doubt I'll be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at the bar was ruled out, he's always there&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by himself, alone in a chair.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way we could sneak in, all unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;The four of us there?   We'd stick out like a lotus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do then?  I don't want to waste a sick day&lt;br /&gt;Let's do something cool, something with cache.&lt;br /&gt;We could golf at the club, give that course a twirl&lt;br /&gt;Can't, one said, last week I housed the beer girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no lunch and no golf, options were running low&lt;br /&gt;But only an hour away, there's a casino.&lt;br /&gt;It's got liquor and gambling, a nice substitute&lt;br /&gt;As a bonus, a chance to come home with some loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was settled, and the last beers were downed&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was excited, they had optimism abound.&lt;br /&gt;But the car wouldn't start, so once again they were stuck&lt;br /&gt;On this particular sick day, the four had no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back inside, another beer was cracked&lt;br /&gt;Conversations about which girl was more stacked.&lt;br /&gt;But it was apparent they were thinking, this sick day blows&lt;br /&gt;At least they were wearing some nice new chinos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-6294907445337361166?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6294907445337361166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=6294907445337361166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/6294907445337361166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/6294907445337361166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2008/06/dockers-sick-day.html' title='Dockers: Sick Day'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-5450632488970665083</id><published>2008-06-13T13:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:09:21.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>El Nino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/07_02/SERGIo230707_468x418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/07_02/SERGIo230707_468x418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consist of two types of weekends&lt;br /&gt;9 years is a career, not a trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is not as spectacular&lt;br /&gt;But pulling a Sergio is now in my vernacular&lt;br /&gt;An opening round approaching eight-oh&lt;br /&gt;Another tournament you are sure to blow&lt;br /&gt;Until a Friday score near the top&lt;br /&gt;You make the cut, two more op's&lt;br /&gt;To improve your score with little fanfare&lt;br /&gt;Morning scores give the leaders a little scare&lt;br /&gt;But you eventually finish mid-pack&lt;br /&gt;A nice paycheck, you are no hack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is much like the first, but in reverse&lt;br /&gt;You start like a flash, in search of a prize purse&lt;br /&gt;That will etch name among the greats&lt;br /&gt;But winning a major is not your fate.&lt;br /&gt;A third round lead is easily had&lt;br /&gt;But bogey-free golf, for you, is a fad&lt;br /&gt;Announcers switch from "Oh Sergio!!"&lt;br /&gt;To "what's that a 7-iron?  Oh no!!"&lt;br /&gt;A slumped head atop your adidas gear&lt;br /&gt;You just can't master the little white sphere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-5450632488970665083?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5450632488970665083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=5450632488970665083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/5450632488970665083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/5450632488970665083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Blazing to a lead&lt;br /&gt;He's moving like a machine&lt;br /&gt;Secretariat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same every year&lt;br /&gt;It's always two firsts and a&lt;br /&gt;second, oh so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Fraggle Rock&lt;br /&gt;Chanting tase him to a cop&lt;br /&gt;God Bless mint juleps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tootsies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Derby is over&lt;br /&gt;They ran it yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to Tootsies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to Derby&lt;br /&gt;His hat announced who he was&lt;br /&gt;The Joint Commander&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-6062367090692317543</id><published>2008-05-31T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T17:01:36.552-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>BS</title><content type='html'>It's a three run game and you take the field&lt;br /&gt;But it's the other team who fails to yield&lt;br /&gt;A lead-off walk is the way you start&lt;br /&gt;This outing is not for the weak of heart&lt;br /&gt;Behind in the count, you can't throw strikes&lt;br /&gt;The fans grow restless, they do not like&lt;br /&gt;You dance around the outside edge&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like you've made a pledge&lt;br /&gt;To allow the opponents their every wish&lt;br /&gt;Runner after runner comes across the dish&lt;br /&gt;Until it's over, you've given up the lead&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't get 3 outs, couldn't do the deed&lt;br /&gt;A wild celebration at home plate&lt;br /&gt;But it's not for you, you struggle late&lt;br /&gt;The loss is yours, you blew the game&lt;br /&gt;The BS in the box score is your claim to fame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-6062367090692317543?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6062367090692317543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=6062367090692317543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/6062367090692317543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/6062367090692317543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2008/05/bs.html' title='BS'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-151082753990327727</id><published>2008-05-19T13:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:19:26.898-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiku'/><title type='text'>Haiku Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.U.B. Crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anytime you end&lt;br /&gt;at the Mayfair in Haslett&lt;br /&gt;You've had a great crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why did I park it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One point five miles away&lt;br /&gt;That was a fun run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The color purple&lt;br /&gt;Is not just a bad movie&lt;br /&gt;It makes a sweet shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Walk or Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's 3 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;You want to avoid doing&lt;br /&gt;Shiawassee Stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Admittance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you can not say&lt;br /&gt;It is all good in the hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You won't be let in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I now watch&lt;br /&gt;to get my fix of Lauren&lt;br /&gt;Repeats don't cut it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-151082753990327727?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/151082753990327727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=151082753990327727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/151082753990327727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/151082753990327727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2008/05/haiku-monday.html' title='Haiku Monday'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-1554766745527302818</id><published>2008-05-16T10:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:48:24.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gambling'/><title type='text'>Refund Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/SELEwqaPJbI/AAAAAAAAAac/McS8Zgf86L0/s1600-h/Me+and+Jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/SELEwqaPJbI/AAAAAAAAAac/McS8Zgf86L0/s320/Me+and+Jon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206940459490813362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Refund Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabrera and Willis?  The rumors were flying.&lt;br /&gt;Detroit in the series?  I was certainly  buying.&lt;br /&gt;A call to Vegas was immediately made.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of bets, sure to win, I was getting paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Training came and I thought, let's bet more.&lt;br /&gt;Sheff, Maggs, Cabrera, Guillen a powerful four.&lt;br /&gt;And with a 1-2 punch to get things going&lt;br /&gt;Surely in October, the champagne would be flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the pitching addition of Dontrelle Willis&lt;br /&gt;Other teams would be muttering, Detroit's gonna kill us.&lt;br /&gt;Not even a closer with nary a fastball&lt;br /&gt;Would be enough to keep this team from winning it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening day came, hooray, it's the Royals.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did they just get swept by the Royals?&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened again, swept by the Sox&lt;br /&gt;Verlander from Cy Young, to merely hurling rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historians said oh and six, bye bye series&lt;br /&gt;Injuries?  Big heads?  Many many theories.&lt;br /&gt;They'll come around, just look at those names&lt;br /&gt;So many bound for the hall, they can still play this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the bad start, I wasn't getting worried&lt;br /&gt;The odds are even better, to the ATM I hurried&lt;br /&gt;More and more cash shipped off to the book&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the tigers to win, don't give me that look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two years ago, they were oh so close.&lt;br /&gt;But the pitcher's fielding was really pretty gross.&lt;br /&gt;And then Grandy hits the ground, just couldn't get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;I was there in person, what a messy trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, it's now over... they haven't got a chance&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer watch, I sit in a trance&lt;br /&gt;And wonder, what went wrong, why are they so bad?&lt;br /&gt;It's actually sort of funny, no longer makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle of May saw another sweep by the Royals,&lt;br /&gt;Not so surprising this time, but still, the Royals?&lt;br /&gt;What's the cure?  Another position switch for Miggy?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this team's stil haunted by the ghost of Bobby Higgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now there's nothing left to do,&lt;br /&gt;But stare at losing bet slips and stew.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like a refund... send me back all my cheese.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for a check from you Mr. Dombrowski.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-1554766745527302818?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1554766745527302818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=1554766745527302818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1554766745527302818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/1554766745527302818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2008/05/refund-please.html' title='Refund Please'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/SELEwqaPJbI/AAAAAAAAAac/McS8Zgf86L0/s72-c/Me+and+Jon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-5514124144952501697</id><published>2008-05-15T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:19:58.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Baconators, Mount Up!</title><content type='html'>Really rough draft of this one... fine-tuning to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://robonator.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/baconator_dude25_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://robonator.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/baconator_dude25_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baconators, Mount up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a clear black night&lt;br /&gt;a clear white moon&lt;br /&gt;Dougie Fresh was on the streets&lt;br /&gt;trying to consume&lt;br /&gt;a thousand calories&lt;br /&gt;beef and cheese and bacon&lt;br /&gt;just rollin in the benz&lt;br /&gt;looking for wendys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hit the westside of Frandor&lt;br /&gt;On a mission trying to find the redheaded sign&lt;br /&gt;Seen the arches and the king, ain't no need to freak&lt;br /&gt;All you bloods know what's up with the munchies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hooks a left off the Four-three to Hayford&lt;br /&gt;Some homeys eating Jimmy Johns,  "you want some"?&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out the ride&lt;br /&gt;and said what's up&lt;br /&gt;They handed me a four, so I said I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few drinks, still okay to drive&lt;br /&gt;Not to far to home, avoid hittin' the curb&lt;br /&gt;can't stop thinking about melted cheese and such&lt;br /&gt;I see dougy fresh eatin an imposter meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting full... I'm feeding myself...&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe they taking my hunger&lt;br /&gt;no onion rings, no  pepperjack&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the brotha said  "damn, just  chips?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fed my homey up, left extras around&lt;br /&gt;they must not know the burger that's straight pound for pound&lt;br /&gt;They wanna come up real fast... real freaky fast&lt;br /&gt;Baconator out and laid them busters down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got subs to my mouth&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop eating&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this happenin so close to wen'&lt;br /&gt;If i had wings I would fly&lt;br /&gt;let me contemplate&lt;br /&gt;I glanced in the cut and I see a baconate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacon by the strip and two beef patties&lt;br /&gt;kimmerly hates it when the burgers get cold&lt;br /&gt;now they drooling and begging&lt;br /&gt;it's a tad bit late&lt;br /&gt;Dougy Fresh and GK had to baconate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate all them burgers down&lt;br /&gt;I let my gut explode&lt;br /&gt;now I'm switching my mind back into sides mode&lt;br /&gt;if you want fries sit back and observe&lt;br /&gt;I just left a medium over there by the curb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-5514124144952501697?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5514124144952501697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=5514124144952501697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/5514124144952501697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/5514124144952501697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2008/05/baconators-mount-up.html' title='Baconators, Mount Up!'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-7457994799747715956</id><published>2008-05-15T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:20:14.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><title type='text'>Green Light, Here I Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://evilbeetgossip.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/spencer-helping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://evilbeetgossip.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/spencer-helping.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green Light, Here I Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship vacation is like a string of red lights&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see Heidi, it just leads to more and more fights.&lt;br /&gt;I flew to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1210873280_0"&gt;Colorado&lt;/span&gt; to get this back on track,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go so well, another Montag attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with my sister really cramped my style,&lt;br /&gt;Steph keeps hanging with Lauren, whom I totally revile.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even find peace at the local coffee house either&lt;br /&gt;Just take your bobo and leave... give me a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be so much easier if Brody was still my boy.&lt;br /&gt;But in his eyes, I'm just the hoi polloi.&lt;br /&gt;I should have never started the sex tape rumor&lt;br /&gt;I wish these people would get a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what's a guy like me left to do?&lt;br /&gt;Heidi went to Vegas, left me feeling blue.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a roadtrip would be the cure to all my ills.&lt;br /&gt;I have to show Heidi that I haven't lost my skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one will go with me, I haven't got a friend&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll take my sis, maybe we can mend.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to end this silly relationship vacation&lt;br /&gt;Without my soul mate, what's to come of this Speidi creation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a five hour drive, bet I can make it in four,&lt;br /&gt;Stop talking about fashion school, god my sis is such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;Lauren said it once, "she tried to ruin my life."&lt;br /&gt;If this fails, I'll repeat it and add, she'll never be my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally hit the strip, getting closer by the second.&lt;br /&gt;She'll be thrilled to see me, that is what I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;No meeting with Bolthouse can keep me from my love,&lt;br /&gt;Damn, what is with this stoplight, hanging from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and waiting, so many thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;We have to get back together, we have to break some bread.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get nervous, I could leave feeling numb.&lt;br /&gt;This is taking forever, yes!  Green light, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8380805737006985262-7457994799747715956?l=popculturepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7457994799747715956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8380805737006985262&amp;postID=7457994799747715956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/7457994799747715956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8380805737006985262/posts/default/7457994799747715956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popculturepoems.blogspot.com/2008/05/green-light-here-i-come.html' title='Green Light, Here I Come'/><author><name>Jon Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03102704347133017937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F5kTB8N-Pd8/R8S3AGj11HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y9xi-8pz6w4/S220/KIF_0132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8380805737006985262.post-7118664952366517951</id><published>2008-05-15T12:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:01:52.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bars'/><title type='text'>So Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://arcadeheaven.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/ttp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://arcadeheaven.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/ttp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stare longingly at the empty space you've left,&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't have been easy, you had great heft.&lt;br /&gt;Many a man plied you with sweet talk and a buck,&lt;br /&gt;They'd roll the wheel, hope to be awestruck.&lt;br /&gt;But you were special.  To me.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't they let you be?&lt;br /&gt;We had a thing that was better than the rest,&lt;br /&gt;My initials carved in, one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;No sensation was greater than filling the hole.&lt;br /&gt;Two in a row, three in a row, I was on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;Never as good as LTB, but I didn't have to be,&lt;br /&gt;Just to be in your presence was good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;The new year brought rumors you'd be gone.&lt;br /&gt;Coping wouldn't be easy, maybe the day wouldn't dawn.&lt;br /&gt;But you stuck around, never wanting to leave,&lt;br /&gt;It seems I was granted a reprieve.&lt;br /&gt;Then a text last night, it was over.&lt;br /&gt;Were you headed to that place near Dover ?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter, since you and I are done.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, random future get togethers would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;But let's face it, it wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;A short time was packed with memories, of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;And even the times when we added a third or a fourth.&lt;br /&gt;Or a fifth.  Or drank a fifth.  Only to eventually head north.&lt;br /&gt;I'm accepting your fate now...&lt;br /&gt;I know it's for the best somehow.&lt;br /&gt;No longer does the news make me want to shout.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, a little liquor I'll sadly pour out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Bags.  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