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    <title>Svicide King</title>
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    <description>A Splendid Time Is Guaranteed For All</description>
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      <title>&lt;b&gt;I thought &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; had a bad day until I saw a dead body outside Goodrich Hall&lt;/b&gt;</title>
      <link>http://svicideking.blogdrive.com/archive/135.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2007 20:19:10 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
    I was going to make my second post about the awesome time I had at the Dylan/Costello gig at IU, but yesterday was a day that I couldn't pass up writing about. It started out well enough, Josh the Wetback, Juan the Spic, Joel the Fag, and I left for Lafayette so that we could hang out at Border's, have a cuppa at Starbucks, and get some reading done. Yes, Crawfordsville is so pathetic that it doesn't even have a bookstore (if you ignore the Wabash bookstore).

So we chillaxed there, hung out with Joel the Fag's boyfriend, Arden, and the latter's bisexual friend and HIS boyfriend, and... (more)</description>
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      <title>&lt;b&gt;Ketchup Shui&lt;/b&gt;</title>
      <link>http://svicideking.blogdrive.com/archive/134.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 19:39:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
    Nya-ha-ha-ha *like how the Cryptkeeper laughs at the intro of every Tales from the Crypt episode wtf

Hello young'uns, ich bin zurueckgekommen. Although, I must warn you, this will probably not be the same Svicideking that you remember. It has been nigh over 2 years since I've consistently blogged, and in that time my writing abilities have deteriorated to some degree. Ironic, I know, cos I'm in college now. I pay a shitload of money to have my writing skills go to shit. How nice.

I have been thinking for awhile now, about coming back to the world of blogging, but I never got around to... (more)</description>
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      <title>&lt;b&gt;Baz in Nutziland&lt;/b&gt;</title>
      <link>http://svicideking.blogdrive.com/archive/133.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 08 Oct 2006 06:05:02 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
                   Not Nutzi as in &quot;Heil, Hitler, how's that monotesticle?&quot;, but it's been a pretty nutty Homecoming weekend at Wabash. Homecoming is when alumni and families of students are welcome to campus for a weekend of fun and festivities and boobies and weird shit and Hootie Blows the Fish, I mean Hootie and the Blowfish.

Hootie and the Motherfucking Blowfish, dawg. Yo. Word.

We'll get to that later. First up was Chapel Sing on Thursday. Chapel Sing is a very old tradition here; it kicks off Homecoming with all freshmen representing their own fraternities having to sing the school... (more)</description>
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      <title>&lt;b&gt;Crawfordsville, IN. Pop'n 20,000.&lt;/b&gt;</title>
      <link>http://svicideking.blogdrive.com/archive/132.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 04:35:41 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
          Hick county. Fields of corn and soy beans. No women.

Oh Lordy.

Welcome to Wabash College, educating men in the liberal arts since 1832. Ok all homophobic jokes aside, it's a really great place and I fell in love with it ever since I arrived. The campus is small but really beautiful, the people are generally friendly, and the climate is still very bearable.

Ok ok let's skip the boring travel advertisement and move on to the photos. Because I'm a lazy sod, my life motto now is &quot;pictures paint a thousand words&quot;.

I know I never post photos, but what better time to start fucking up... (more)</description>
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      <title>&lt;b&gt;Boohoohoo&lt;/b&gt;</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2006 06:40:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
       Not a witty nor funny post about other miscreants' sufferings.

Oh holy Moses I've got eleven days left here!

Part of me feels excited to start college soon, but another part is growing reluctant to leave all that I have here. Which essentially is the missus. Oh ok, and the family.

Bye babe! Will miss being yours! (and shagging you.)

Bye Dad! Will miss your singular abdominal and overall blurness!

Bye Mom! I won't miss your nagging!

Bye Sis! Sometimes I miss you completely anyway (fourfeet*COUGH*nine)

Jeez, I haven't even packed. Will appreciate comments on unimportant... (more)</description>
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      <title>&lt;b&gt;A night at the mamak.&lt;/b&gt;</title>
      <link>http://svicideking.blogdrive.com/archive/130.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 08 Jul 2006 17:20:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>And what do seven pairs of testicles do at mamak sessions? Why, exchange embarassing tales of other absent friends and laugh at their unfortune stories that have since passed on to become the stuff of legend, of course.

Schadenfreude ist die schönste Freude denn sie kommt von Herzen - Pleasure from another's misfortune is the best pleasure since it comes from the heart. 

Ahh, bless.

Anyway, here's one story:

Jin's brief but funny altercation with the cops

It was 3am one morning when Jin (whom some of you may remember as the Leng Chai Who Puked Black Shit Onto The Nice Saujana Hyatt Bed... (more)</description>
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      <title>&lt;b&gt;There, I finally did it.&lt;/b&gt;</title>
      <link>http://svicideking.blogdrive.com/archive/129.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jul 2006 05:11:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 I smacked a kid.

It was the worst thing I've ever done. I wish I could take it back.

Who the fuck am I kidding? It felt bloody good!

I wish I could do it again. Goddamn brat.

Alright, backstory. So there was this Maggot of a kid, a friend of the missus' younger brother who's like 8 inches tall who has been getting on my nerves for the past week. They'd come over once in awhile in a pack (YES, DON'T CORRECT ME, PACK) and while I can take the missus' brother's antics well enough cos he's a funny kid, this Maggot thinks he can rile me up just cos he's distantly related to me.

We don't... (more)</description>
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      <title>&lt;b&gt;Gravedigger, gravedigger, dig me a graveyard shift.&lt;/b&gt;</title>
      <link>http://svicideking.blogdrive.com/archive/128.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2006 17:24:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 The best job in the world is, I'm afraid, not the best job in the world any more.

I've  been stuck digging graves in the midnight shift. My typical day goes  like this. I go to work at 12. MIDNIGHT. I handle shit from irate  Ameerkin customers who had too much JD to drink until 8am, whereupon I  have breakfast at the mamak downstairs. After this, I proceed to settle  my exorbitant parking fees which cost me 7 bucks a day and which is  also the main reason why I only have 2 bucks in my wallet right now.  Then I drive to the missus' at 9, smiling phonily at the guard who  likes to lean... (more)</description>
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      <title>&lt;b&gt;Doppelgangers and other freaky shit.&lt;/b&gt;</title>
      <link>http://svicideking.blogdrive.com/archive/127.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 19:37:36 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> My only experience with the paranormal happened 3 or 4 years back. I was home alone at the computer. Dad was at work, mom was out grocery shopping, and my sister was out with her friends. This was back when she was still in her fugly phase, her dark ages to be exact. She had a stringy, limp and oily haircut that hung to her shoulders and her idea of fashion was a t-shirt and cargo pants. She had yet to discover skirts and the colour pink.

But I digress. So I was at the computer, and my sister was due home any time soon. I think I was porn-surfing or something because I was jumpy when the... (more)</description>
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      <title>&lt;b&gt;Sex on the tongue.&lt;/b&gt;</title>
      <link>http://svicideking.blogdrive.com/archive/126.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 19:39:50 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
    Ate at the formerly-friendly neighbourhood McD for dinner cos prosperity burger's back on sale. Ahem, PROSPERITY BURGER'S ON SALE! 

A noob waiter/order-taker served me and hell was he such a noob. I swear I've never seen such a noob in my life. He just walks up to any noob working at a fast food outlet and without even the courtesy to say &quot;Please&quot;, just shits all over them. He makes the entire fatty-arteries industry look THAT bad.

So I went up to the cashier. He stood there staring at me with his mouth agape. I ordered a Prosperity Meal. He took two lifetimes searching for the right... (more)</description>
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