<?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-6673708</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:34:46.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried Green Tomatoes</title><subtitle type='html'>The secret's in the sauce...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secret-sauce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secret-sauce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673708.post-108611650751946363</id><published>2004-06-01T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T12:01:47.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Won't take no no for an answer&lt;br /&gt;You're my you're my ballet dancer&lt;br /&gt;Won't take no no for an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is that supposed to mean?  Talk about bad lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too shy shy, hush hush, I do I&lt;br /&gt;You're too shy shy, hush hush, I do I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 80's song writers must have been trippin on some chronic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673708-108611650751946363?l=secret-sauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108611650751946363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108611650751946363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secret-sauce.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108611650751946363' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673708.post-108128289475942532</id><published>2004-04-06T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T13:25:20.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just the two of us?  just the two of us..  just the two of us.  (etc).  Come on hay hay, we're going to the beach.  grab a couple of toys and let dada strap you in the car seat.  And where's momma?  she's taking a nap in the trunk, oh that smell...  dada must've runned over a skunk, now I know what you're thinking, it's kind of late to go swimming.  But you know your momma, she's one of those type of women who does crazy things and if she don't get her way she throws a fit.  Don't touch dada's toy knife hunny let go of it, now why you look so upset?  why you actin bashfull...  don't you wanna help dada build a sand castle?  (LYRICAL GENIOUS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673708-108128289475942532?l=secret-sauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108128289475942532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108128289475942532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secret-sauce.blogspot.com/2004_04_06_archive.html#108128289475942532' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673708.post-108119604693964510</id><published>2004-04-05T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:17:51.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this is odd, painful realization that all has gone wrong.  And nobody cares at all.  And nobody cares at all.  So you bury all your lovers clothes.  And burn the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better.  Does it make it any better?  and the plaster dented from your fist, in the hall where you had your first kiss.  Reminds you that the memories will fade.  So this is strange.  A sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance, where nobody leads at all.  Where nobody leads at all.  And the picture frames are facing down, and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep.  And breathing is a foreign task, and thinkings just too much to ask.  And you're measuring your minutes by your clock that's blinking 8's.  Well this is incredible, starving, insatiable.  yes this is love for the first time, and you like to think that you're invincible &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673708-108119604693964510?l=secret-sauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108119604693964510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108119604693964510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secret-sauce.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108119604693964510' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673708.post-108093979260285877</id><published>2004-04-02T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T13:06:53.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can anyone understand what Tom Yhorke from radiohead is actually saying?  I mean i'm a huge fan...  but the only way i can get a damn understanding of ANYTHING is via lyrics website.  I like to think of his voice as more of an instrument, than anything...  but yeah, they're awesome.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673708-108093979260285877?l=secret-sauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108093979260285877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108093979260285877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secret-sauce.blogspot.com/2004_04_02_archive.html#108093979260285877' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673708.post-108085363566616098</id><published>2004-04-01T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T13:10:54.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching a setting star, I lost myself in orbit.  and a comet, flew by as i went under.  all of this angry space, i'm wasting all my time.  I, Care that you don't know who you are, I, Can't, rise the setting star.  And I am looking for a new way out.  Watching a burning sun, I lost myself in your eyes.  And a comet flew by as I went under, all of this angry space, I'm wasting all my time.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673708-108085363566616098?l=secret-sauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108085363566616098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108085363566616098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secret-sauce.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085363566616098' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673708.post-108076652298187299</id><published>2004-03-31T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T12:59:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i won't deny it, i'm a straight rider.  You don't wanna fuck with me.  Got the police busting at me, but they can't do nothing to a g.  My ambitions as a rider&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673708-108076652298187299?l=secret-sauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108076652298187299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108076652298187299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secret-sauce.blogspot.com/2004_03_31_archive.html#108076652298187299' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673708.post-108068541190374319</id><published>2004-03-30T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:27:08.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look here miss thang, hate to salt your game.  But yous a money hungry woman and you need to change.  in the locker room all the homies do is laugh, high fives cause another nigga played your ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673708-108068541190374319?l=secret-sauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108068541190374319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108068541190374319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secret-sauce.blogspot.com/2004_03_30_archive.html#108068541190374319' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673708.post-108025849624009997</id><published>2004-03-25T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T15:51:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever tasted a fried green tomato? mmm mmm goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673708-108025849624009997?l=secret-sauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108025849624009997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673708/posts/default/108025849624009997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secret-sauce.blogspot.com/2004_03_25_archive.html#108025849624009997' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
