<?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-4005411</id><updated>2012-01-09T01:48:11.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Noozely</title><subtitle type='html'>Excellente. The funniest Newsletter on the block.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-113164745762559714</id><published>2005-11-10T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T10:30:57.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: GO AWAY.</title><summary type='text'>People, please stop visiting this stupid site. Yours Truly, the Management.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/113164745762559714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=113164745762559714&amp;isPopup=true' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/113164745762559714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/113164745762559714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2005/11/very-important-announcement-go-away.html' title='VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: GO AWAY.'/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-111621542428967322</id><published>2005-05-15T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:50:24.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to tell you so you know.</title><summary type='text'>HERE I GO~!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/111621542428967322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=111621542428967322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/111621542428967322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/111621542428967322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-just-want-to-tell-you-so-you-know.html' title='I just want to tell you so you know.'/><author><name>Woodii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825244945946129557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.neopets.com/images/msn_buddy/msn_lenny_plushie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-90953533</id><published>2003-03-18T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T15:28:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Miss Affending,It is to state that I, Baloodi Bear, have caughten a very bad disease of BaloodiIllnesses. It is currently driving me so insane that I may not drive my BMX 2,000 to schoolanymore, and my high school enemies are incredibly making funny of me. I wish that this report will be reported back to me with full details on myrecovery. Thank you.Cordially Yours,Baloodi Bear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/90953533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=90953533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/90953533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/90953533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/03/dear-miss-affending-it-is-to-state.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-90622170</id><published>2003-03-12T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T17:52:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And yet ANOTHER plague hits the town* Plague? Hmm.. maybe, but for the one hundred seventy first time, a lot of townspeople are suffering from the same disease. Insanity at the highest..** "The sad part is that nearly all the well respected folks and folksesses*** are INSANE" exclaimed Mr. Paloochie, one of the few remaining sane respected folk(s). Nearby, Mr Trittly's entire family howled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/90622170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=90622170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/90622170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/90622170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/03/and-yet-another-plague-hits-town.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-89207852</id><published>2003-02-16T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T15:38:52.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The World Cup ParadeAnnouncer- Welcome Folks to the bianuall World Cup parade!!! Our first float will be the "T-Shirt" float!! T-Shirt Float- T-SHIRTS FOR SAAAAAALLE!! T-SHIRTS!!! HAI HAI HAII!! T-SHIRTS FOR SAAAALLEEE!!! Teeeeeeeeee shirts!!! oh oh oh teee shirtssss!! hai hai hai!! TEE SHIRTS!!! Announcers- Striking performance!! Now everyboday welcome the "Poor Beggers United" float!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/89207852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=89207852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/89207852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/89207852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/02/world-cup-parade-announcer-welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-89059288</id><published>2003-02-13T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T15:42:23.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Imposters on the RunThe latest hobby here in the town seems to be.. COPYCATTING! Throughout the streets, there seem to be doubles, triples, and even a whole hoard of twin-like people."Thiss eeeeez getting VURY disturbing!! Vury bad!" exclaimed the well-known villager, Mr. Paloochie. "Just last night somvun called my home and said he was my son. Why! My son was with me on the phone ven call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/89059288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=89059288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/89059288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/89059288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/02/imposters-on-run-latest-hobby-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-88676478</id><published>2003-02-06T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T16:27:00.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The worlds going round and round! The world is going round. Better yet, its going round and round. We find that fact mighty intresting. Hey, don't blame us for being so book worm type... we got it in our BLOOD and we can't go poking and prowling in our blood t o get that bits out of it. "WOWW!! AT LAST something EVEN A BITT INTRESTING!!!" exclaimed Red Necks for Sale.Half the customers in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/88676478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=88676478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/88676478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/88676478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/02/worlds-going-round-and-round-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-88608550</id><published>2003-02-05T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T13:07:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Old, Dusty, Building comes BACK to LIFE Yes, TRUE!! The news agency which had died after getting 'dying fever' from Ms. SMJay is back to life. "ITS A HORRIBLE EXPERIENCEEEEEEE," explained Mr. Paloochie nervously, "TO SEE A WHOLE BUILDING DIEEEEE&gt;&gt; OMG!! OMG!! I'm HAPPE YOU COMED BACCCCCCCKKKKK!!"Mr. Trittly's entire family was more the delighted when they heard the awesome news. "What? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/88608550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=88608550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/88608550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/88608550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/02/old-dusty-building-comes-back-to-life.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-88188220</id><published>2003-01-28T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T17:35:56.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SMJay Company Turned Over to Local Evil Man Alexander THE ImpossibleThe title says it all!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/88188220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=88188220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/88188220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/88188220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/smjay-company-turned-over-to-local.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87703287</id><published>2003-01-19T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T17:33:48.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SMJay's Death - Not a RumorReporters have just figured out that SMJay is really dead. Her clone, which was made by Prof. HJKlay was destroyed because it braught to many sad memories."SMJAy. SMJay. Oh my dear. Oh no! she was the best. HElppp!" cried Mr. Paloochie.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87703287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87703287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87703287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87703287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/smjays-death-not-rumor-reporters-have.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87623603</id><published>2003-01-17T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T20:03:02.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The LetterMegumi of the New Lands has just written a letter for the president of the Treasure Island, some say it's a peace treaty, but they don't really know. Why don't we find out:Dear Mr. President,  My Name is Megumi, as you already know, and I would like to invite you to a party on Sunday. It's about Samantha Jones. She, after all, was- I mean is my Godmother after all. I mean </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87623603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87623603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87623603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87623603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/letter-megumi-of-new-lands-has-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Roli Poli Dino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87622205</id><published>2003-01-17T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T19:24:19.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lily-Of-The-Valley's Big DebueLADIES AND GENTLEMEN- I WILL NOW ANNOUNCE THE ENTERENCE OF MISS. LILY, THE NEW REPORTER OF THE NOOZLEY!!! This, is the ladie's first famouse words:Konnichiwa, minna-san! I'm one of Sahar/Samreen/Asiya's friends. They invited me to come here. I don't know if I'm really good at being funny.. but they said to give it a shot, so here I am!!GIVE HER A BIG ROUND OF</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87622205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87622205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87622205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87622205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/lily-of-valleys-big-debue-ladies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87564455</id><published>2003-01-16T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:46:05.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News on the WeaponsHere's a little update on the latest weapons/techniques being used by the Army Nians.. *Flash into the Army Nians HQ*Chief boldSoldiers normal"Are YA preePared for da next battle?!!"Yes sir!Have your guns?Yes sir! *raise their guns*Shields?Yes sir! Not that we need them though...Pillows?Yes sir! We're ready for any pillow fights!!Pepper?Yes sir! *sneeze*Chaat Masala?Yes sir! *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87564455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87564455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/news-on-weapons-heres-little-update-on.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87561028</id><published>2003-01-16T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T18:53:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Mr. Samuel Oliver Ursula Patrick Ivy (SOUPI) Comes Back From His Vacation All the town is celebrating today. Why you may ask. Of course! Soupi returned from Valley Qutez! He was very sad to leave his only daughter Manoeesha, but then he decided that living with the princess was way better. "I LOVE her more, ya see.. and even her mother!!" he told reporters. We are so looking forward to have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87561028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87561028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87561028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87561028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87560885</id><published>2003-01-16T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T18:31:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Samantha Jones' Death A Rumor!! "A Rumor A Rumor!Samantha Jones's Death....A Rumor! A Rumor!!! YEHOO!"Is what kid Samantha Jones' fans are singing these days. Yep. Thats right *ADULT* fans!! Samantha Jones' death is a simplicty and beauty of a rumor!! YEAHOO! The adult fans of Samantha Jones, are acting... crazy, after hearing the exceptionally good news. Both Konz, and Potter (HARRY </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87560885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87560885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87560885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87560885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/samantha-jones-death-rumor-rumor-rumor.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87398927</id><published>2003-01-13T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T20:14:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And They Say That Samantha Jones Ruled Forever..Historians, Physcians, Musicians, Archaeologist, Anthropologists, Geoligists, Engerneeers, and all the world is extremely sad to revel the fact that beautiful, pretiful, kindful, blissful, holyful, extremeful, goodful SMJay (Samantha Jones) has died today. She was one of the many victims in the Hackers brutal slaughtering festivity. Her fiance was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87398927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87398927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87398927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87398927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/and-they-say-that-samantha-jones-ruled.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87328903</id><published>2003-01-12T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T17:39:59.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The case of the Collapsed FilafilReported by Habni Kamal.Yeah. so thats what happened. ya know? it was like this. i spent like TWO friggen hours preparing this YJUMMMMM Filafil.. but then.. its like OMG!!!! this is da bomb!! soooo good. it had everything in it. i poured my life, soul-- heck my exixstance in this sandwich. so this Friends re run is on. and i look up to see Joey perform a dumb </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87328903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87328903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87328903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87328903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/case-of-collapsed-filafil-reported-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87318030</id><published>2003-01-12T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T13:00:39.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHIRRIFS Returned to Improper Functions and NumbersHARRY POTTAH MUST NOT RETURN TO HOGWARTS!! He'll BE in graaaaaave danger!!Harry Potter the famest criminaly wizard has announced his return (and that the title of the deputy mayor belongs to HIM). He has been at work lately, and has officially destroyed St. Harry's Institute for Incredibly Criminal Boys, because it violated his name, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87318030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87318030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87318030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87318030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/shirrifs-returned-to-improper.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87149920</id><published>2003-01-08T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T20:55:27.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Karachi Prepares againts the Hacker and his *army* (yea rite..)reported by Ms. Amriki m'am peeley baal wali..VAT!!!!!! is this ludukrishna??  " The Hacker vill never survive with out the Naans." -  EVERY Proud Karachites claim.. mmhmm sure right. so how is the hacking maniac taking over the world again???  anotehr weakness must be found. Alas!!! This remains an unsloved case.  All of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87149920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87149920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87149920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87149920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/karachi-prepares-againts-hacker-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87147821</id><published>2003-01-08T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T20:09:21.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like, Take Your Seat, Fuzzy!Miss. Sakruay is complaining about the elves being too tall. Like she says, it is getting *ABNORMALLY* out of hand!! "They have like, tooken over all the theaters, ya know? I mean well, no human being dares to enter one, cause he/she know he's gonna be trampled by elves! ITS UGH!" THE END</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87147821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87147821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87147821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87147821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/like-take-your-seat-fuzzy-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87145835</id><published>2003-01-08T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T19:28:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAcker Fight SONG!The rythum of our world beats in surrender to Hacker,Our blood and our breathing testify,The rythm of surrender (to the hacker) is a part of who we are,with each heartbeat and involantary blink of our eye,A part of us we cant deny.SING IT NoW! SiNG it! NOW!! And it goes to the toon of LEFT! Left! LEFT RIGHT LEFT!! C'mON! ya know ya waanna!!*sings along with the HUGe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87145835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87145835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87145835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87145835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/hacker-fight-song-rythum-of-our-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Hacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87145357</id><published>2003-01-08T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T14:10:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the ideas of a simple idea take a look at the map before you. it is red with white stripes on the back. black lands, and red waters. filled with evil. the maps of our world have changed. the black lands specify evil, the red lands specify blood. when will this madness stop? no one knows. we must keep fighting. not for the free world, or anything.the hacker is very kind i'm sure. but we have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87145357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87145357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87145357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87145357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/ideas-of-simple-idea-take-look-at-map.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87092500</id><published>2003-01-07T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T19:15:14.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Hacker On His Way To KarachiReport from Samantha HilliardKarchians are extremely *EXTREMELY* scared, since the hacker is heard to be coming there way, which is true, and it's not just a rumor. Ah (changes to southwestern) mean that sum rumors ah soo untruee yah know? But mah news ain't ah rumor, 'cause its truee. 'Cause ah get mah news from the pros. Lahk the pros called Miss. Madam </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87092500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87092500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87092500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87092500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/hacker-on-his-way-to-karachi-report.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87090972</id><published>2003-01-07T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T18:43:45.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A State Of DenialSamantha Jones's Mangi Mangni was today. Now, meeting all of the idiots that Konz calls 'relatives' She began to go through a state of denial, and refused to believe that she was to get married with StarStruck. She has been bursting into tears everytime she looks at her daddy's picture. Her wellwishers, however are most happy. "Say, got anymore of the Choclate De'Liquer? Now I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87090972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87090972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87090972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87090972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/state-of-denial-samantha-joness-mangi.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87087228</id><published>2003-01-07T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T17:22:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. Tritly Promises Townspeople Another Treatmr. tritly, well known for his miserliness, said that he would buy another ice cream cone for ever townperson (yes, including childrenz!).said he, "you allzzzz COULD remember I AM PURTY SURE that fourteen years ago i did this exact thing. now i shall do it again.. my generousity continues to surprise me!!!"yes, his generosity is very surprising. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87087228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87087228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87087228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87087228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/mr_07.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87086943</id><published>2003-01-07T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T17:15:17.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Janwars in Uproar: Mota Haati Ate All Naanafter a couple of days of the janwars dreamings of naan, the only punjabi left in punjab miss billlo multaan di agreed to ship das (10) kilo of naans to the starving janwars in karachiland. as soon as the shipment arrived however, mr. mota haati devoured each and every naan!!the other janwars immediately pounced on the selfish haati, and a such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87086943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87086943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87086943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87086943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/janwars-in-uproar-mota-haati-ate-all.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87086382</id><published>2003-01-07T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T17:03:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Shopkeepers - Clever Tricks Warning Shoppers, next time you hear a Shopkeeper advertising you should be carefull to believe them.Mr. Paloochie relates his recent visit to Mr. Ma Foo's grocery shop:"HE WAS LIKE YELLIIIIINNNNGG "CHEENEE SAY MEETHAY AAMM(mango)". And so I WAS HAPPY AND I BOUGHTED TWO!! I STARTED TO EAT THEM AND THEY WERE NOTTTTTTT SWEET AT ALLLLL!! OMG!! AND I TOLDED HIM THAT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87086382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87086382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87086382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87086382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/shopkeepers-clever-tricks-warning.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87045075</id><published>2003-01-06T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T21:18:51.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UP DATE..UPDATE!! NOT ALL the Punjabis!!!!!!! ONE sole SURVIVOR!!!!!!!!!!Its a plane!! no.. its a bird!!!!!... no its Punjabi billo multaan di.. and shes more alive then ever...and shes not a mere femal gentile of the race, shes a fighter.. shes a beliver. and most of all shes the tandoor wali... how can an army continue to fight withut being fed FRESH naan. ???? Where is the logic behind all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87045075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87045075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87045075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87045075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/up-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87043831</id><published>2003-01-06T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T20:47:41.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wedding Hill BilliesThe cozins of Mr. Konz, the Weddin Hill Billies, have marched into town this night. A live report will issue from the state of Lucksyana.Dear --STOP-- Serinity,Ahm --STOP-- at Lucksyana, where --STOP-- the Weddin --STOP-- Hill Billies have a- --STOP-- arrived to witness --STOP--the wedding of their cozin Star Struck Konz, an --STOP-- Samantha Jones. They are --STOP-- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87043831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87043831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87043831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87043831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/wedding-hill-billies-cozins-of-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87035764</id><published>2003-01-06T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T17:55:58.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dead Beat JamrinasAs youz all kan see tewday is mer vinnin deey. Beecaz you arr extremely dumb to think that you can win (drops hackering accent) by trying to support a whole fort with three hundred against 1,000!!! It's merely a just cause that I say to you to give up, and surrender. Otherwise, the fort of Punjab will be destroyed, along with all the Punjabie folk, which means ALL women an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87035764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87035764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87035764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87035764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/dead-beat-jamrinas-as-youz-all-kan-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Hacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-87018199</id><published>2003-01-06T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T11:09:58.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpDAtE on THE HACKERS War Against the Desi Janwars -- Straight from the Battlefield!Mr. Mien Pagal Houn, THE HACKER’s chief instructor, was found injured laying underneath a cherry tree crying softly to himself. His condition is very critical which brings more hope to the Desi Janwars. THE HACKER claimed, "VUT? THIS  LIE!! U NO SPEAK TRUTH! I NO B-LEEV! I VILL VIN. TOMORROW! dAT DEFINITE!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/87018199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=87018199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87018199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/87018199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/update-on-hackers-war-against-desi.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86990023</id><published>2003-01-05T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T17:18:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Janwar's UPDATEMr. Hacker's plans seem to be tot-ally ruined! His key ally Mr. Tee Pee, (Chief of the Native Amreekan tribes) misunderstood his words (because of his apparent illiteracy in Mr. Hacker's mother tongue) and thought that Hacker was calling for a war against January instead of Janwars!"It waz a typo on his behalf!" roared the very embarrased Mr. Pee. "Not my fault, I tell you!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86990023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86990023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86990023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86990023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/janwars-update-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86982155</id><published>2003-01-05T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T14:11:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jonz confesses jonz, the newly engaged fiance to samantha jones, confessed his real identity today. he claims that his real name is starstruck konz, and was a real kon artist in real life. "but," says jonz/konz, "i only changed my name because i so very much like the last name jonz, and so very much liked not to be a kon artist, cause the name konz revealed too much about my konny life." the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86982155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86982155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86982155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86982155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/jonz-confesses-jonz-newly-engaged.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86978651</id><published>2003-01-05T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T15:35:24.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oliphaunts On The WayThe attack on the genral's house was extremely tragic. The genral, died. But, the genral's greatest ever friends, the Oliphaunts have agreed to help the Janwars with this war against Hacking. They have been overcome with grief of their friends death, so they're not a much of an help as you see, and they only are a nuisence, but their help is extremely appreciated..War </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86978651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86978651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86978651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86978651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/oliphaunts-on-way-attack-on-genrals.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86978278</id><published>2003-01-05T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T15:23:40.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hacker Bailed Outta Jail (Reddy for Revenge)I (the hacker), ladies and gentile meanies, is officially planning to have an all out war against Desi Janwars. It's a totally neccessary thing, of course, since my dear ( i.e. idiotic) Desi Reporters of The Noozley have totally pissed me off. I have an army of tens of thousands of Ganday Batai, all with me, in order to wipe out the entire population </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86978278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86978278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86978278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86978278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/hacker-bailed-outta-jail-reddy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Hacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86974405</id><published>2003-01-05T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T13:55:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Childrens Find New HobbiesThe childrens of the town, have discovered something enjoyable to themselves, and quite very disturbing to the growing number of town rickshaw ankuls. (Rickshaw ankuls were first  sighted in town four years ago.. They were reported to have escaped their home countries to find a better life here.)Reports describe the hobby as such: a children motions a rickshaw ankul </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86974405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86974405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86974405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86974405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/childrens-find-new-hobbies-childrens.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86974033</id><published>2003-01-05T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T13:53:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. Trittly's son-Gonna Get Married Soon!Mr. Trittly's son just decided that he was gonna get married to Chinese, Ms. Kaloka."VAT YOU SAYYYY?" yelled Mr. Ma Foo, a riksha driver, when he heard the news, "YOU BE MARRYING A CHAPTI!""So whatt!" said Mr. Paloochie, "ATleast its not a FOB!!"Mr. Ma Foo was extremely dissapointed with the news, but Mr. Trittly's son didn't care a single bit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86974033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86974033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86974033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86974033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/mr_05.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86966662</id><published>2003-01-05T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T09:39:36.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"VUt!!!!VUT!!!!VUT!!! WAT is dis abt dissing the hacker. i happen to know the illiterate fob.. he was a kind human. His vife is abt to bail him out. havnt u heard????? with alot of *dough* he stands as a hero to the paki gundays. There is alvays another side to this corruptness. and I * Arossa Multaan* intend to prove his innocense."This is a sad sad world. Arossa is the defender of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86966662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86966662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86966662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86966662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/vutvutvut-wat-is-dis-abt-dissing.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86934481</id><published>2003-01-04T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T13:49:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Samantha Jones Listens to You! (On the account of finally getting married)Our favorite star Samantha Jones is getting married to StarStruck Jonz. "I have looked EVERYWHERE for someone that has the SAME last name as mine. As so I keep my last name as so I remain popular." she says. "Good Idea Don ya Think? And, Jonz is the same as Jones, and its FRENCH~! yeahooO!" "Yezzir I zink perfextly gooz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86934481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86934481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86934481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86934481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/samantha-jones-listens-to-you-on.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86896348</id><published>2003-01-03T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T15:10:22.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big Ben DestroyedThe big black hole, Big Ben, in the Children's Lucky Playground is going to be destroyed. Many childrenz are dissapointed with that fact, since Big Ben is their oppertunity to take big important adventures in black holes, and scream their heads off when they go plummeting down the endless capacities of Big Ben. They have gone on a strike, saying that they wouldn't do any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86896348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86896348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86896348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86896348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/big-ben-destroyed-big-black-hole-big.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86893536</id><published>2003-01-03T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T14:15:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BTW (BY THE WAY)The Hacker is put in jail. The Reporters say that they never *EVER* had ANY intentions of letting such an evil dude run the newspaper for them. Hackers are definetly a pollution cause to this society! WE MUST NEVER EVEER tollerate their inciplicit ways to rule the world. Or as Cyber Space as they call it!! "We must remeber to teach our children good and valuable ways to learn"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86893536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86893536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86893536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86893536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/btw-by-way-hacker-is-put-in-jail.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86893086</id><published>2003-01-03T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T13:43:07.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. Paloochie had Faked his KidnappyMr. Paloochie, as you might remember, (if you dont, see archives) had been kidnapped quite a while ago..  Now has been figured that he was not kidnapped, as a matter of fact he had faked his kidnapping to see if people would miss him or if people would be willing to pay a millllllllllllllion YEN for him!He wazz caught at Lala Land, when Noozley Reporters </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86893086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86893086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86893086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86893086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/mr_03.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86892286</id><published>2003-01-03T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T13:35:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Newspapers Dont Always Tell the Truth!My apologize guyzzzzz.. YOU TOWNPEOPLES DONT KNOW THAT newspapers dont always have to be telling the truth! GEEEEEZH! So to tell you the TRUTH then, the reporters did not get murdered.. TRUTH is Miss Reporter Sahibas had went on.. vacation to Lalaland, NU.   I was supposed to take charge ....... but they seem to have returend already!!  (And also it seems</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86892286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86892286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86892286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86892286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/newspapers-dont-always-tell-truth-my.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86891956</id><published>2003-01-03T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T13:14:00.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HACKER PROCLAIMS PEOPLE GOING WILDDear Miss. Sahar Affendy. YOU SAID I HAVE THIS NEWSPAPER! Who are these people! Please do not do anything alone without notifying me. *sniff* I FEELL SOO ALONE!! I am the hacker. FOREVER will be the hacker. *SNIFF*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86891956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86891956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86891956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86891956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/hacker-proclaims-people-going-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86891217</id><published>2003-01-03T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T12:54:06.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am alive and im gunna get u </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86891217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86891217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86891217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86891217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/i-am-alive-and-im-gunna-get-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86891143</id><published>2003-01-03T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T12:52:20.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am alive. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86891143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86891143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86891143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86891143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/i-am-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86852911</id><published>2003-01-02T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T17:09:01.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nooz Number WENI've like to tell you I have to write nooz now for this  nooz pagee. I've like to tell you first nooz i report vill be abaut U. I've like to tell you that Bisector of  Car,, i mean Disector of car vas me. I'v like to tell u i kill them and they die and then i come here to write nooz. bye bye.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86852911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86852911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86852911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86852911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/nooz-number-wen-ive-like-to-tell-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86852183</id><published>2003-01-02T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T16:49:40.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Hacker Takes Over Cyber SpaceTHE HACKER HAS TAKEN OVER THE NOOZLEY! PROVIDED THAT HE WILL TAKE GOOD CARE OF IT FOR THE REPORTING SISTERS, HE IS CURRENTLY IN CHARGE, AND ORDERS YOU TO PARTAY!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86852183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86852183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86852183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86852183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/hacker-takes-over-cyber-space-hacker.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86851758</id><published>2003-01-02T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T16:37:47.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reporting Team Die In Fatal Car CrashThe entire Noozley's reporting team died in a fatal car crash, soon after leaving their studio. No one has any idea OF the simple questions why, and who. The car was evidently disected, and made to not be driven. This happened in a secluded area, and no one knows the doer, or Doger. Whoever did it, bound to have hated them, as the whole townsfolk, so that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86851758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86851758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86851758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86851758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/reporting-team-die-in-fatal-car-crash.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86850010</id><published>2003-01-02T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T15:49:42.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Closed ReportThe Affending Noozley, is announcing its temporarily hiatus, meaning the only newspaper the town has ever had will not be selling news again anytime soon. The town is currently down in the dumps, you see, and the reporters find it very disgusting to report of a town of such... disgustingness. Now, the town is not only down in the dumps, but very sad to see The Affending Noozley </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86850010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86850010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86850010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86850010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2003/01/closed-report-affending-noozley-is.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86382868</id><published>2002-12-21T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T18:29:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CheebersCheebers, a new company has just been launched into the human world. They sell all kinds of cheeby products, for the PERFECT cheebs. Like, Sploosh, the perfect thing to put in yo hair, to make it compLETELY bald!! AND! To make your stomach CHURN!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86382868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86382868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86382868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86382868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/cheebers-cheebers-new-company-has-just.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86382056</id><published>2002-12-21T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T19:32:32.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olives’ Price Goes Down 3 CentsThis year’s olive crop went really good. So good as a matter of fact, that supermarkets have been forced to lessen the price in order to be able to sell all the olives.Hearing the news, Mr. Tritly’s Entire Family fell into a fit of sobs.”We-we u-used to s-save 1 WHOLE dollar by not p-purchasing olives,” wailed a grief-stricken Mr. Tritly. “Now, now.. uhh now! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86382056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86382056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86382056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86382056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/olives-price-goes-down-3-cents-this.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86381961</id><published>2002-12-21T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T19:31:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. Paloochie: Kidnapped!Mr. Paloochie, our fellow townsman has been kidnapped! His kidnappers are demanding one million Japanese yen, or else he will be put to death.”Its all good,” exclaimed his wife. “We didn’t want him anyway. Good riddance to bad trash!”His children, however, were facing a different dilemma.“He-he is OUR fatha!!!” they said sadly. “Momma wont even help us collect the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86381961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86381961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86381961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86381961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86381950</id><published>2002-12-21T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T19:28:50.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>40 Car Accident on Zillion StreetIt started when Miss Petunia Flowers stared out of her car shocked to see a million of cars n the wrong side of the road. “I was horrified!! AND they was all coming straight at mee!! I was gonta DIES when I decided I’d crash at them before theyd crash at me! I did that,” said a badly bruised up Miss Flowers.The rest of the cars, just crashed into each other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86381950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86381950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86381950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86381950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/40-car-accident-on-zillion-street-it.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86381615</id><published>2002-12-21T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T19:17:40.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humans Sent To ObedienceLike dogs, humans are unfortunatly, not behaving. Say it isn't so!! Farmers have sent their personal humans to Obedience school. Of course, THAT is totally inhumane, but without the simple solution, diary products cannot be produced, along with the rarity of the cows. Of course, I'm the only person that says no to this. The other people are barbarians. I am but a lousy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86381615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86381615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86381615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86381615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/humans-sent-to-obedience-like-dogs.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86304456</id><published>2002-12-19T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T20:57:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can never make it grow...More child sadness. Jamie Thumpy has been waiting patiently and IMpatiently for her plant to grow. Now, she's perfectly tired, and so are her dreams of being a famoooose gardener. Now she plans on becoming a farmer, against her parents wishes. "I care for what they think, but I'm totally kewl on this one darling." she says. "I plan on going out to see the REAL world</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86304456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86304456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86304456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86304456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/you-can-never-make-it-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86303228</id><published>2002-12-19T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T20:24:31.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GUNS SHOULD FOREVER BE PROHIBITED! (SEE WHAT HAPPENS?)A child in her mid fives, lost her bestest ever friend. She is trying- oh what the heck! Why don't we just let her tell her story all by herself? I'm sure she will be the perfect person to! (Other then the fact that I luv how children die- i mean talk) Samantha? "Dadia sat on my camel, and I sat on her horse. Then we started fighting, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86303228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86303228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86303228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86303228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/guns-should-forever-be-prohibited-see.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86300197</id><published>2002-12-19T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T19:07:15.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. Paloochie Is Found to be LostMr. Paloochie is lost! Searchers searched the whole town but found no trace of him. “Maybe he just simply wandered away,” suggested his wife cheerfully, “He does it all the time! Well, whatever it is, I don’t care. He was a big pain anyways.”We are trying our hardest to find him. He was very very important in our news, etc.”I’m GONNA cry,” announced Mr. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86300197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86300197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86300197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86300197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/mr_19.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86300191</id><published>2002-12-19T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T19:07:05.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Camp Lousia Plantiya – Drowned!Yes, our mountain side friend Camp Lousia Plantiya drowned peacefully yesterday.”It was sooooo ssaaddd like oMG OMG OMG OMGG!!!” yelled Mr. Paloochie tearfully, “I was like shedding tearz for two whole dayz. Yea and nightz OF COURSE NO DUH!!!!!”Yeah, Camp was one of the coolest soldiers ever.”OMG! HE WAS MY BESTEST FRIEND IN THE EARTH!” sobbed Samantha Jones</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86300191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86300191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86300191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86300191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/camp-lousia-plantiya-drowned-yes-our.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86300174</id><published>2002-12-19T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T19:06:47.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sparring.. Useless Arguments.Sparring (Stupid Pointless ARguments) are getting quite common throughout Noozville.“Me and my wittle broddy were like fighting for TWO WHOLE HOURS in DA NIGHT!!” exclaimed Samantha Jones merrily.Most citizens claim that it’s the funnest thing ta do!! Says Mr. Trittly eagerly, “I was like playin with my motha and then the electricity went away! LIKE OMG OMG!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86300174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86300174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86300174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86300174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/sparring.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86299985</id><published>2002-12-19T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T19:02:26.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sad Dayz...Today is the first day in the sad dayz space time continueum. In the Sad Days Space Time Continueum, many many sad things happen. Unfortunate events. A whole SERIES of unfortunate events. Murders, robberers, kidnappers, killers, widowers, runawayers....IN which case the noozley will be filled with sad things. So, be happy and save yourself from a lot of wearisome woe, and not read </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86299985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86299985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86299985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86299985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/sad-dayz.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86251934</id><published>2002-12-18T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T19:38:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Crazy Family?? "Mah family's going crazy! c-r-a-z-y!!" announced the Looskia's youngest daughter.When asked why they were going crazy she replied: "I was chatting to my friend and then all of a sudden my brother comez and starts typing absolute junk. he thought HE was chatting!! LIKE OMG!  and so i telled him to stop ya knowz.. and he refused! like AH!! so i started yelling and he all yells </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86251934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86251934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86251934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86251934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/crazy-family-mah-familys-going-crazy-c.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86251580</id><published>2002-12-18T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T19:35:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talking to Inanimate Objects Reporters have *just* discovered that Mr. Trittly talks to INANIMATE THINGS!!! Yes, lets repeat: INANIMATE OBJECTS!! "ITS lIKE OH MY LORDY LORD OH LORD!! I'M GONNA WAANNNAA be *just* LIKE HIM!! AWESOMEEEE!! OMG! OMG!!!" cheered Miss. Sprinzdeel from inside her grave. Yeah, this discovery is like *really* aesome..! "To me its reaaaall easy," said Mr. Trittly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86251580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86251580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86251580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86251580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/talking-to-inanimate-objects-reporters.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86251499</id><published>2002-12-18T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T19:23:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Mr. Mittly -- Nice? Mr. Mittly just announced that he LOVES being nicE!! "Its soo fun and excite! PURE enjoYAbLE!!" he exclaimed.Currently the nice things he  has done are: Visting Ms. Sprinzdeel's grave. Giving a lick of his lolipop to his son.Gicing his legs a feet a rest and walking with shoes on.Sleeping on the floor so he doesn't hurt his poor bed."I'm currentlY WORKING HARD HARD </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86251499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86251499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86251499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86251499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/mr_18.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86251441</id><published>2002-12-18T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T19:21:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Another Mystery Uncovered: The Value of n! Math books for centuries have pestered students into trying to figure out the value of the ever-changing n. It finally has been discovered! This discover (like all discovery’s in this town) brought about great celebrations from people from all corners. “I was doin my mathZ homework when mommy tolded me dat I didntd even hafta do its anymohe!!!” </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86251441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86251441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86251441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86251441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/and-another-mystery-uncovered-value-of.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86251428</id><published>2002-12-18T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T19:20:03.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reporter Samreen: Freed at Last!May we announce the great news: Samreen is free!! “She was arrested by mistake, much apologies,” said Police Chief, Mr. Pwelees Chee lowering his head.Pro-Samreens roared with delight, gathering all around her. Parties were to be held all over the town. Anti-Samreen’s joined the celebration as everyone in the town loves to celebrate, no matter what the reason</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86251428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86251428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86251428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86251428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/reporter-samreen-freed-at-last-may-we.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86193767</id><published>2002-12-17T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T17:05:28.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RioTS!!Reporter Samreen’s recent arrest has brought so many riots especially in the town square. About thirteen people sacrificed their shoes (threw them at the opponents) for her and 17 people actually gained a trip to hospital because of being trampled on, etc.“JAIL IS  NOOO PLACE FOR A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD!!!” Loooskia shouts. Most of Samreen’s supporters, support her only because of her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86193767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86193767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86193767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86193767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/riots-reporter-samreens-recent-arrest.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86193659</id><published>2002-12-17T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T17:03:14.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freedom of Speech?Tuesday morning, Samreen supporters and anti-Samreens gathered in Miss Iss Sippi Park to support their causes. The Samreen supporters were mainly kids who hated liver, as well as liked her. The anti-Samreens were angry parents.Exclaimed Miss Tera Roast Chiken, 12, "Her arrest is unhumane! Freedom of the press is an inalienable right! And this was takenz awayz fromz herz! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86193659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86193659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86193659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86193659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/freedom-of-speech-tuesday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86150221</id><published>2002-12-16T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T20:53:49.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reporter Very BadSamreen has been convicted of leading children into refusing their parents. She is currently in prison right now, getting what she deserves (tiny electric shocks every now and then), but the St. Mundanies Prison for Extremely Inexcusably Bad Reporters has a mob building up by the minute, demanding to see her (not to mention kill her). "I LUV LIVER!! HOW DARE SHE! AND I MUST </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86150221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86150221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86150221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86150221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/reporter-very-bad-samreen-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86149480</id><published>2002-12-16T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T20:47:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life, Lives, and... LIVER?Haven't you always complaind about liver? Liver, the most disgusting, gross, ughish thing in the world to eat? But you're parents always made you. Well guess what? NOW YOU DON"T HAVE TO! Because of so many lives being killed by liver, the king/master of the whole world (as he calls himself) has insured a new law that states very clearly:TIS NOT A RIGHT TO BE KILLED </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86149480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86149480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86149480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86149480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/life-lives-and.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86148959</id><published>2002-12-16T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T20:24:45.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whitehouse Plot President Whitehouse of Samantha Jones Company is now a target of a bloody cold hearted murderer. He is being moved to the "cal state fullerton school for extremely famouse targeted cold blooded murderers" (CSFSFEFTCBM), to find out the murderer that is bent on killing him. Being an old man with the worth of a dead carrot, the Prez is not really welly gaurded, and his death is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86148959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86148959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86148959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86148959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/whitehouse-plot-president-whitehouse.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86148707</id><published>2002-12-16T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T20:18:24.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Much Has Changed...Jhon McJon had been anxiously been waiting for the time he becomes a grown up. Today, was his birthday, and now, at the age of 24, Jhon McJon has found a mistake in his dream. HE HAS TURNED INTO A GIRL!! "Not literally, only emotionally." says one of McJon's doctors. "We think its a problem with his heart. He's dying. He's gonna come back... as a she." McJon's terrified. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86148707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86148707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86148707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86148707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/so-much-has-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86139803</id><published>2002-12-16T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T17:10:23.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bloody Bombarians Announce Two More Changes to Their Internal PolicyThey say they want to bring peace to the village. They say that now they will only eat four healthy villagers in a week.Diana Blut, well-known BB leader announced this change with the following words: "We want all Magarqians to know that we do not intend any harm to them. Only to their friends. And for this we will not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86139803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86139803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86139803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86139803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/bloody-bombarians-announce-two-more.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86139763</id><published>2002-12-16T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T17:09:43.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Four Plus Four Has ChangedFour Plus Four = 4+4, who says, and how could it be equal to 8??! Mr. Ting A Ling discovered this exciting thing four minutes after Mr. Sing A Song claimed that 6 times 6 was six(six). Miss Zomble Burgerz jumped for joy when she heard this. "Itz soo cooooooool!! Math is easier. I never learned the number ate anywayz!! ME GONTA GET A 0% ON NEXT MATHS TEST!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86139763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86139763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86139763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86139763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/four-plus-four-has-changed-four-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86139577</id><published>2002-12-16T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T17:05:39.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Miss AffendingQuestion 1Dear Miss Affending, OH GOD!! MY SON HAS BEEN STOLEN FOR OUR FAMILY FORTUNE- EMRALDS!!! Oh god help me pleee...!! please oh please!! Of course we love our emralds more than him, but.... OF COURSE YOU Being THE FAMOUSE MISS AFFENDING , will help us in a way no one could ever imagine You just HAVE to help us! (no reward of course, but still, its our (the richest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86139577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86139577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86139577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86139577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/dear-miss-affending-question-1-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86139526</id><published>2002-12-16T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T17:04:27.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rally Held in Central Park After ages of trying, four young persons finally were able to carry out the hardest feat: Rally, the heaviest man on earth, was lifted up. Miss Zookie Tampi, Mr. Rain Goaway, Mr. Itssno Wiing, and Mr. Saart Crytoa, were the four lucky people. Stated Miss Zookie after her part-taking in the victory, "It was sooo haard. I was to be crying practi-cally!! And I'z like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86139526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86139526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86139526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86139526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/rally-held-in-central-park-after-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86139461</id><published>2002-12-16T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T17:04:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Message From the ReportersYesterday (Dec. 15, 2002) we had problems with our publisher and were unable to publish the next issue. So today, we will (try) to give you double the news! Enjoy.. Yum!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86139461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86139461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86139461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86139461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/message-from-reporters-yesterday-dec.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86007909</id><published>2002-12-14T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T16:13:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Revenge Is SweetTrue Story By Fredrick Van Dam (tis a girl)My brother has always made fun of me. Says, I don't see the truth. You are blind, he says.  I wonder the time to show him. I lie awake every night, and think of every possible way to kill him. I haven't thought of a really thing that will deserve him. Perhaps maybe peeling off his skin, will show him, but maybe its more of a true </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86007909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86007909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86007909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86007909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/revenge-is-sweet-true-story-by.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86005010</id><published>2002-12-14T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T14:11:19.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>International GuffawsReport by Miss. RedfaThe idea of guffawing, is another old way to laugh. Its simple, but its gaurenteed to be famouse. Excuse me but why? Because its gaurenteed to be fresh fun, and internationally, enjoyable for children of all ages, faces, places, except of course children who are very very inexcusably serious, and do not believe in international guffaws, for example, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86005010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86005010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86005010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86005010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/international-guffaws-report-by-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86004953</id><published>2002-12-14T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T15:34:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anahasoor Brainpiece at YOUR Service, and Ours Too!Anahasoor Brainpiece, The Senses Restaurant is finally open for business! It promises delightful meals and awesome prices. Said Mr. Kelly Maaaaaort "I'z alwaiz  loved to eat and it was zo expensive to do so. I be so happy NOW!"Anahasoor Brainpiece charges prices considering five different things. To see da scrumptious yummiez it costs 50 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86004953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86004953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86004953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86004953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/anahasoor-brainpiece-at-your-service.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-86004693</id><published>2002-12-14T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T14:01:57.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paloochie’s Visit to the ZooPaloochie visited the zoo last week. She came back ver dissapointed. Below is a transcript of her talk with the ticket booth manager.Welcome to the Zoo: Hello.! Welcome to the zoo! Your the zebra!Paloochie: You live in the zoo?Welcome to the Zoo: Yes, yes, ‘course!Paloochie: okay, so you must be the monkeyWelcome to the Zoo: Nah, i'm the money collectorWelcome </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/86004693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=86004693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86004693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/86004693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/paloochies-visit-to-zoo-paloochie.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85978693</id><published>2002-12-13T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T20:58:58.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad Luck Friday?More like an awesome Friday the 13th! The first this city has had in a couple of years!! First, the Riddle Mystery has been solved. Thats the good news part of it. The bad news is, that they're more annoyinger than ever! Second, Miss. Samreen has been removed of the title Miss. Affending, and I, old lady Asiya, have reclaimed the title meant to be mine.. FOREVER!!! So, keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85978693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85978693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85978693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85978693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/bad-luck-friday-more-like-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85978207</id><published>2002-12-13T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T20:45:40.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Robbers in HallowellRobbers attacked the quiet town of Hallowell, demanding glassess of milk. "I- I- I- was soo scared, I had nothing to do, but- but give em the glasses of egg nog!! But, my clever childer called my granny, and- and *brr shivers* she came." says Mamma Hallowell linking arms with Papa Hallowell. Granny Hallowell did come, but the robbers denied any knowing of doing such things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85978207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85978207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85978207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85978207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/robbers-in-hallowell-robbers-attacked.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85977323</id><published>2002-12-13T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T20:20:42.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Grinch Comez BackChristmas is coming, and the merry folk are running running away! Why do this, at this strange day? Why because the grinch is coming back, some folks say. Coming back to haunt Christmas FOREVER!!! This ain't halloween, ma'am, so why go do this, bam bam bam? WEll now, as you can see from the rhyme provided by Miss Whee, Christmas will NEVER come!!! Because of the DUMMY </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85977323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85977323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85977323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85977323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/grinch-comez-back-christmas-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85976859</id><published>2002-12-13T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T20:06:46.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mayor Apartment's Death Day CelebratedIn case ya'all forgot December 13th is also the Death Day of  Mayor Apartment (Mayor White House Green House for short), who brutally passed away in peace 43 yearz ago.Crowds gathered around the city, with strong concentrations near the Central House, partying and celebrating this great day. Said  Mr. Pooztay a 91 year old man of Orange Applez "He waz da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85976859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85976859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85976859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85976859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/mayor-apartments-death-day-celebrated.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85976811</id><published>2002-12-13T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T20:05:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Headaches and HeaddoesTheen chaar panch chay saaath.. How far can you count? Sayzz Mr. Willy Tilly Frilly Hilly "I finally learned da number three!! Oh my!! It took me like four yearz to memorize it! Ya! Im a geniuz!""My head starts hurting when anyone mentions the word numbers so dont talk to me about them!!" Exclaimed Zoo Face.Santi Plause seemed more sensical as she exclaimed she had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85976811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85976811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85976811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85976811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/headaches-and-headdoes-theen-chaar.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85976268</id><published>2002-12-13T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T19:55:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Bit about the Bloody BombariansOur previous story (see 12-12-02 in archives) about the interview with the BBs confused a couple of folks, who were wondering who exactly the BBs were. We hope this will answer all inquires. ;))They say once there was a group of six Three men, three women and they lived in Ricks. Said the women to the men, one very fine day"The world is so filled with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85976268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85976268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85976268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85976268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/bit-about-bloody-bombarians-our.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85975720</id><published>2002-12-13T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T19:31:38.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beautiful AffairsMiss. Samantha Jones has some issues about Miss. Merridal Poppenhiemer, who is a smashing young woman in material arts. "I've been trying to get to the black belt for AGES!!" said Jones in her interview, late Friday afternoon. "I've been TRYING but I didn't get it! WHY WHY WHY?" "I don't know! I don't know! I just don't know! Why doesn't she stop asking me that? Why doesn't she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85975720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85975720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85975720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85975720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/beautiful-affairs-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85927502</id><published>2002-12-12T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T19:55:15.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Email Culprit Caught!Does this sound familiar? You recieve an email or an e-card from someone who seems to know you, and then you find out its a total stranger? No need to worry more, the biggest email culprit has been caught red-handed!! Says Mr. Tritly" I was sooooooooo happy when I heard da newz, I was like juggling my wife's shoes! Mr. Fire Dragons 5678 has been so a pain to me lately, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85927502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85927502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85927502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85927502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/email-culprit-caught-does-this-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85926630</id><published>2002-12-12T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T19:45:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 minutes till Slob Attack!Wait a minute, wait a minute, EIGHT MINUTES TILL SLOB ATTACK!!!*HELP! PALOOCHA!!**Paloocha runs comez walkz, etc forward*Paloocha: Yes Sir.Madam XTRA: Help! I need your help!Paloocha: Yes Madam. Most delightedly! What does you be needing?Madam XTRA: Sir paloochA!! The SLOBZ ARE ATTACKING! In 7 minutes actually! WE NEED YOUR HELPZ! TAKE ARMY! RUN! QuiCK!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85926630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85926630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85926630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85926630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/10-minutes-till-slob-attack-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85926250</id><published>2002-12-12T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:44:04.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BBs have a Found Nanny!Announcement- The Bloody Bombarians announced just today, that they have discovered their long lost Granny Glory. Says Mark Jones official spokeperson for the BBs, 'Hahah! In your face you rotten Magarqians! Now we have a Granny too! A granny that defeats all! Granny GlorY!!!'Well well, we'll see about that. We have just gotten news that this Grammy Glory is a big black man</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85926250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85926250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/bbs-have-found-nanny-announcement.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85875577</id><published>2002-12-11T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T20:10:12.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Her Fame Still Burns BrightShe was a sensation, born in the wildest of plains, and coming to live in the country, not hearing the wild cries of her beautiful beast of a mother to become a lady. Coming here was the choice of her life, and she became a pop star with her sweet ways. Now, Nancy Drew is dead, but we still remember. Her fame still beats bright in the heart that will keep beating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85875577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85875577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85875577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85875577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/her-fame-still-burns-bright-she-was.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85875226</id><published>2002-12-11T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T20:01:46.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Time To Be BornTwo quadruplets, were brutally birthed from their mother. Townsfoke are currently conferring what to do with these lovely things. 'OOOH! I know I know! Make them do chores at the Baker Street first, cause thats the buisiest, and then go on with all the other streets!" Says Miss. Mrittly. Of course, as you know, the lovely things are to become slaves, as it is the right thing to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85875226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85875226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85875226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85875226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/time-to-be-born-two-quadruplets-were.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85867274</id><published>2002-12-11T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T14:09:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>four more people under a restfour more folks have been put to ah sleep this wednesday according to the city doctors. the sleeping pills were forced in cuz the victims were thought to have participated in the spreading of the winter flu. "we dont know when we'll let them free.. wake them up.." said head doctor miss pelled. "surely not sometime soon!!"the winter flu has terrified residents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85867274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85867274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85867274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85867274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/four-more-people-under-rest-four-more.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85866480</id><published>2002-12-11T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T16:55:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Tale of Two DonkeysSamantha Jones and co were recently cruising the town of "The Tale of Two Donkeys". They've currently finished acquiring this much information on the citizens of the late town.If you find anybody fitting thier descriptions even a teeny weeny bit, please contact us IMMIDIATELY either by Broadcasting Yourself or calling us @ toll free 1-800-KURIOUS and speak to our *live*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85866480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85866480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85866480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85866480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/tale-of-two-donkeys-samantha-jones-and.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85866468</id><published>2002-12-11T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T16:53:39.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little Freiyt's DiedWe just recieved this newz from the castle of Ms. Princess Dorfy. Princess Dorfy loved to wander and roam in her palaces courtyard because it pleased it to do so. And also, she had a real pretty rose garden that didn’t possess evil magic. She had three princess friends of course as princess’s only play with their fellow princesses: Dorky, Dorkier, and Dorkiest. Dorky </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85866468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85866468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85866468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85866468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/little-freiyts-died-we-just-recieved.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85819175</id><published>2002-12-10T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T19:56:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bizarre Diseases Strike Southnorthern WacoiaAs more and more citizens of Lialo, (located in Southnorthern Wacoia) capture the latest disease, life there is going crazy. All residents in the area have been warned to stay home during night light hours as the diseases are life threatening.Common symptoms of this strangeness include sleeping with closed eyes, eating with teeth, sleeping at night,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85819175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85819175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85819175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85819175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/bizarre-diseases-strike-southnorthern.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85818506</id><published>2002-12-10T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T19:38:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Letters to Miss. AffendingDear Miss. Affending,  I am a lonely person, without a heart. I have to know how to get a heart. The old lady Asiya said it'd cure my loniliness, the heart will. So I wahz wondering, how do you get a heart? I mean are they rare? Coz if they are, then I don't think I want one, coz it'll probably cost a lot, and old lady Asiya said that lonliness cures don't cost a lot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85818506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85818506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85818506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85818506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/letters-to-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>your face</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85816096</id><published>2002-12-10T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T19:08:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Riddles Gone ZombishRiddles, in Riddle Town are gone ZOMBISH today, here in the Riddle Town Morning. 'So I wake up in za mornin' Sayz Miss. Mitrryl, the town's famouse richest cruelty person, "'N I see, the Riddle family, walking 'round with their hands sticking out, moaning and groaning. I waz terrified I tell ya. I mean.. they were looking at me with their eyes!!" Various reporters have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85816096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85816096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85816096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85816096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/riddles-gone-zombish-riddles-in-riddle.html' title=''/><author><name>carrots</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/4008/leavesnj8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005411.post-85815249</id><published>2002-12-10T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T18:32:54.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ideal GiftThe ideal gift to buy your wonderful charming relatives, and close friends, and even for some, reaaaaally close friends, is to buy them your unrequainted love. SHOW them that you care by ignoring, and killing all of their loved ones, even you if you are one. Of course, the ideality of this is close to heart breaking, but when you gotta do what you gotta do, notin's gonna stand in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/feeds/85815249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4005411&amp;postID=85815249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85815249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005411/posts/default/85815249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noozley.blogspot.com/2002/12/ideal-gift-ideal-gift-to-buy-your.html' title=''/><author><name>von karman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
