<?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-34134841</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:42:49.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Redneck Small World</title><subtitle type='html'>The Thoughts Off Top The Mountain...
Big Man Out...Nuff Said</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-5287960328254931725</id><published>2009-01-06T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:58:13.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vaseline Biker... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man has always dreamed on owning a Harley Davidson. One day he has finally saved up enough money so he goes down to the dealer. After picking out the perfect bike the dealer warns him that if he leaves his Harley in the rain the chrome has a tendency to rust. He tells the young man an old biker's trick is to keep a jar of Vaseline handy and smear it on the chrome if the bike must be left out in the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later the young man meets a woman and falls in love. She asks him to come home and meet her parents over dinner. He readily agrees and the date is set. At the appointed time he picks her up on his Harley and they ride to her parents house. Before they go in she tells him that they have a family tradition that whoever speaks first after dinner must do the dishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a delicious dinner everyone sits in silence waiting for the first person to break and get stuck doing the dishes. After a long fifteen minutes the young man decides to speed things up so he reaches over and kisses the woman in front of her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one says a word...! Next he decides to take a more direct approach so he throws her on the table and has sex with her in front of everyone. And still no one says a word...!!! Now he is getting desperate, so he grabs her mother and throws her on the table. They have even wilder sex. But no one says a word...!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now he is getting very worried and is wondering what to do next when he hears thunder in the distance. His first thought is to protect the chrome on his Harley, so he reaches in his pocket and pulls out the Vaseline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And the father says, "Okay dammit, I'll do the dishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-5287960328254931725?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5287960328254931725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=5287960328254931725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5287960328254931725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5287960328254931725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2009/01/vaseline-biker.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-1583028211870352904</id><published>2009-01-04T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:38:34.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rat a tat tat... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guys in bed with his wife when there's a rat-a-tat-tat on the door. He rolls over and looks at his clock, and it's half three in the morning. He thinks about getting the door for a moment and rolls back over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a louder knock follows.&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you going to answer that?" says his wife.&lt;br /&gt;So he drags himself out of bed, and goes downstairs. He opens the door and this guy is standing outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," says the stranger, "can you give us a push?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, go to hell! It's half past three. I was in bed sound asleep," says the man and shuts the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes back up to bed and tells his wife what happened and she says, "Russel, you are such a twat! Remember that night we broke down in the pouring rain on the way to pick the kids up from the babysitter and you had to knock on that man's house to get us started again? What would have happened if he'd told us to go to hell? You should be ashamed!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that tongue-lashing, he gets out of bed again, gets dressed, and goes downstairs. He opens the door and not being able to see the stranger anywhere he shouts, "Hey fella, do you still want a push?" and he hears a voice cry out, "Yeah please, man." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, still being unable to see the stranger he shouts, "Where are you?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy replies, "I'm over here...on the swings!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-1583028211870352904?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1583028211870352904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=1583028211870352904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1583028211870352904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1583028211870352904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2009/01/rat-tat-tat.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-8643119533425794253</id><published>2009-01-03T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:36:36.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spaghetti... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor was having an affair with his nurse. Shortly afterward, she told him she was pregnant. Not wanting his wife to know, he gave the nurse a sum of money and asked her to go to Italy and have the baby there. "But how will I let you know the baby is born?" she asked. He replied, "Just send me a postcard and write 'spaghetti' on the back. I'll take care of expenses." Not knowing what else to do, the nurse took the money and flew to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months went by and then one day the doctor's wife called him at the office and explained, "Dear, you received a very strange postcard in the mail today from Europe, and I don't understand what it means." The doctor said, "Just wait until I get home and I will explain it to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, the doctor came home, read the postcard, fell to the floor with a heart attack. Paramedics rushed him to the ER. The lead medic stayed back to comfort the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked what trauma had precipitated the cardiac arrest. So the wife picked up the card and read, "'Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti - Two with sausage and meatballs, two without.'" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-8643119533425794253?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8643119533425794253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=8643119533425794253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8643119533425794253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8643119533425794253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2009/01/spaghetti.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-2458625569453441016</id><published>2008-10-26T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:30:53.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older but not Wiser&lt;br /&gt;A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday. She spend$15,000 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way home, shestops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Before leaving, she says to theclerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?""About 32," is the reply."Nope! I'm exactly 50," the woman says happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girlthe very same question.The girl replies, "I'd guess about 29."The woman replies with a big smile, "Nope, I'm 50."Now she's feeling really good about herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She stops in a drug storeon her way down the street. She goes up to the counter to get some mintsand asks the clerk this burning question.The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd say 30."Again she proudly responds, "I'm 50, but thank you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting nextto her the same question.He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young, there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra.Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are."They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets thebest of her. She finally blurts out, "What the hell, go ahead."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel aroundvery slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and hegently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs themagainst each other.After a couple of minutes of this, she says, "Okay, okay...How old amI?"He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, "Madam, you are 50."Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible, how could youtell?"The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?""I promise I won't." she says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I was behind you in line at McDonald's."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-2458625569453441016?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2458625569453441016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=2458625569453441016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2458625569453441016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2458625569453441016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/10/older-but-not-wiser-woman-decides-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-6893147507092768652</id><published>2008-10-19T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:17:35.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know , where I have I been. Everywhere and not a thing to show for it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But back to the final part of the show &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAY 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These 2 gent want you to grow up to be something, and they prove that a good hearted woman can love some one like me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they are???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAY 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of those bands who have went thru it all, but thru the years proved lifes a beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAY 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This good ol' boy sold out a show in less than 43 seconds in 1999, the faster show sold EVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAY 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a lead vocie like his and the sound that the band came off with, you knew you was a flirtin with disaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAY 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who wants you to play that funky music???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and last but not least the last one of the challenage  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAY 14 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who are the "OLD DOGS"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry this is a day late, but life can be nuts at time like you all know. I know its not the best of lines ya'll have heard but its the best I could come up with at the moment ha ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-6893147507092768652?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6893147507092768652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=6893147507092768652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6893147507092768652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6893147507092768652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-where-i-have-i-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-7856320138598650268</id><published>2008-10-11T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T07:03:23.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And back to the show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These 2 brothers who make up 2 different bands want to get right with the man, but at the same time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; nobody gonna tell em what to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who are they??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a new LP out and now with a nightly radio show, this gent wants to welcome you to his nightmare, but the "he" has a "she" name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt; is it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now on with the harder and faster part of the music world, this band was "caught in a mosh" and was also one of the first to preform with a rap group. "Bring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;noize&lt;/span&gt;" Proved they was the man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt; are they???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt; to send all answers to me at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:widowmakertank@yahoo.com"&gt;widowmakertank@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-7856320138598650268?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7856320138598650268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=7856320138598650268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7856320138598650268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7856320138598650268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-back-to-show-day-6-these-2-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-5246850332404506888</id><published>2008-10-08T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:50:17.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, OK I know, where was I... Welp, cant tell ya that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here we go again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 2004, this good ol' boy had 50 Number ones, and to prove it, he released them all again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is he???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now here is a girl who could be a guys worst nightmare. Between kerosene and gun powder and lead... she could be a crazy ex-girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she would be???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This kid is just a bit too cocky for his own good, and better yet, he wants to be a cowboy. But his style is not too known on the range!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is this punk???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck and thanx for playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-5246850332404506888?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5246850332404506888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=5246850332404506888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5246850332404506888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5246850332404506888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-ok-i-know-where-was-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-1305491492617704994</id><published>2008-10-05T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:05:00.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 2 of the 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess if ya play , ya wanna know what ya get if ya win huh???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welp, I guess I am gonna have to come up with something that ya would want that deals with the subject. I bet it would have to be something to do with music huh???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will be....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, lets get on with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This band showed and told us that no matter what, "The show must go on". Even after the lead singer Bit the dust, they still tour with another "Free" lead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-1305491492617704994?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1305491492617704994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=1305491492617704994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1305491492617704994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1305491492617704994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-2-of-14-i-guess-if-ya-play-ya-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-3306646450469881576</id><published>2008-10-04T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:45:42.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SOgKSzHOZxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sIFckC4ymjw/s1600-h/packing-tape-should-not-be-used-this-way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253460283402118930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SOgKSzHOZxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sIFckC4ymjw/s320/packing-tape-should-not-be-used-this-way.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ya know what... this here just took all the fun outta moving, ya know that!!! What is better than using that good ol' tape that can remove all the hair from a apes ass with a single swipe. Better yet, removing your buddys eyebrows while he is nappin in the corner!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253461229020634994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SOgLJ10P33I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ejQxYiFezow/s320/1220932031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know the pic is small, but I wanted to share a bit of art from my football winner. She took the time to "scrap" a page about Amy and I. The title of it is Cutlers Rock... right back at ya Melissa!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, for the next 14 days, starting now, I am gonna ask Ya'll a few questions about the sound of music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, lets stop the bull and get it started!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In 1973 this band started out with a brand new sound. It was not rock-n-roll, and it sure wasnt county. But for some odd reason they took off for the moon. Thru out the years they have had heartache and tragedy. With a plane crash and a band melt down, and some leaving and other asked to leave, they have made it 30+ years and are still going on strong...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who am I looking for??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like before, e-mail me who ya think it is at&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:widowmakertank@yahoo.com"&gt;widowmakertank@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanx for playing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-3306646450469881576?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3306646450469881576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=3306646450469881576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3306646450469881576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3306646450469881576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/10/ya-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SOgKSzHOZxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sIFckC4ymjw/s72-c/packing-tape-should-not-be-used-this-way.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-5979510142812748647</id><published>2008-10-02T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:13:59.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey out there, what the hell is going on? Not too much around here. Still doing all the running with the kids to here and there and working(come on snow), but other than that, not too much new.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252713017275220034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SOViqL3CgEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7D6doH2vGo8/s320/flava-flav-look-a-like.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a scary pic for Ya'll. I figured since its October, what the hell right??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'ma about ready to start posting about music here soon. I think I just might start this weekend some time. But I think i might only go for a 2 week challenage... How does that sound to Ya'll??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;14 days of mixed questions. Sounds like a plan!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So if ya are interested, stay tuned for more info!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-5979510142812748647?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5979510142812748647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=5979510142812748647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5979510142812748647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5979510142812748647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-out-there-what-hell-is-going-on-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SOViqL3CgEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7D6doH2vGo8/s72-c/flava-flav-look-a-like.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-8684975818801496922</id><published>2008-09-21T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:17:46.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, I'll have to start by saying sorry, I have been M.I.A. since I got my self back to work. I am gonna try my best to push myself back here to keep ya all up on the going ons that go on ..... Did that make sence???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyways, most of ya keep up with Amys, so ya know whats going on with Joe Joes foot. Well today he is gonna try playing. I think he is gonna do alright. I'll have to fill ya all in later on tonight on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heres one thing to keep in mind. I am gonna do another fun filled challenage on here. This time its gonna be all about music, and all different kinds. New, old, rock, country, emo, metal, you name it. There will be questions for all kinds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So untill later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-8684975818801496922?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8684975818801496922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=8684975818801496922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8684975818801496922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8684975818801496922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-ill-have-to-start-by-saying-sorry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-2071526083097192873</id><published>2008-09-05T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:03:57.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so Ya'll know, yes this is the right site. I got bored and changed it a bit. Still might add more in days to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-2071526083097192873?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2071526083097192873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=2071526083097192873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2071526083097192873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2071526083097192873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-so-yall-know-yes-this-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-674480715055494623</id><published>2008-09-05T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:52:38.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SMGNTFAR8cI/AAAAAAAAADU/7m2rk7c7l-I/s1600-h/TheKoala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242626800136352194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SMGNTFAR8cI/AAAAAAAAADU/7m2rk7c7l-I/s320/TheKoala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A koala was sitting in a gum tree......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smoking a joint &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a little lizard walked past, looked up, and said, 'Hey, Koala! What are you doing?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The koala said, 'Smoking a joint, come up, and have some.' So the little lizard climbed up, and sat next to the koala where they enjoyed a few joints. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242627130169565122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SMGNmSeVH8I/AAAAAAAAADk/Zpw0x84Embk/s320/file000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a while, the little lizard said that his mouth was 'dry,' and that he was going to get a drink from the river. The little lizard was so stoned that he leaned too far over, and fell into the river. A crocodile saw this, and swam over to the little lizard, and helped him to the side. ;Then he asked the little lizard, 'What's the matter with you?' The little lizard explained to the crocodile that he was sitting smoking a joint with the koala in the tree, got too stoned, and then fell into the river while taking a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242627327227414610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SMGNxwklSFI/AAAAAAAAADs/pBEQUq_zdHg/s320/file001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The crocodile said that he had to check this out, and walked into the rain forest, found the tree where the koala was sitting finishing a joint. The crocodile looked up, and said, 'Hey you!' So the koala looked down at him and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242626950597503618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SMGNb1hA6oI/AAAAAAAAADc/7CFzevybb2Y/s320/file002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Shiiiiiiiiiiitt, dude..... How much water did you drink?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanx Aunt Vi....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-674480715055494623?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/674480715055494623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=674480715055494623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/674480715055494623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/674480715055494623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/09/koala-was-sitting-in-gum-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SMGNTFAR8cI/AAAAAAAAADU/7m2rk7c7l-I/s72-c/TheKoala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-698354947834409574</id><published>2008-09-05T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:44:59.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SMGJgUuuPsI/AAAAAAAAADM/rmkjZ7ytZVk/s1600-h/day-about-to-get-much-worse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242622629649465026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SMGJgUuuPsI/AAAAAAAAADM/rmkjZ7ytZVk/s320/day-about-to-get-much-worse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Friday, what more can I say. I spent the day runnin around by myself and it was different, nice, but different.&lt;br /&gt;To My winners out there, keep your eye on ya mailbox within the week, it was sent out today. Make sure ya stop in and let us all know what ya think of it.I think I was fair on how it was (the prize that is).&lt;br /&gt;Welp, this here is gonna be my last free week of the summer, back to the real world and getting ready for the snow to fly. Yes, I done did said SNOW. I have to have snow for work , and the sooner and heavier the better!!! I plow in the winter time(as if ya didnt know)&lt;br /&gt;Poor Joey and his luck with 4-wheelers. Thats half the reason I was out today. And come to think of it, it always has to do with going backwards. But this time, the shop has to fix it due to being smart and gettin a damn warrenty on it. I aint gettin shit on again like we did before!! So now the little dude is out of the ridin till we get it back, and I guess that could take up to a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while I was out, I was looking at add-ons for the truck.... I'ma gonna be broke by the time I'm done with it!!! Who knew that there was so much stuff ya could buy for just one little ol' truck...( a very evil grin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the family should be walking in soon so I am gonna jump off here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll take care, untill next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Man Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-698354947834409574?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/698354947834409574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=698354947834409574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/698354947834409574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/698354947834409574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-friday-what-more-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SMGJgUuuPsI/AAAAAAAAADM/rmkjZ7ytZVk/s72-c/day-about-to-get-much-worse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-5662789090758618604</id><published>2008-09-04T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:51:40.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SL_1avyNOJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xHVb8z3q5yE/s1600-h/yoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242178331134998674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SL_1avyNOJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xHVb8z3q5yE/s320/yoda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Yoda, a household pet born with an extra pair of ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicago, Illinois, couple Valerie and Ted Rock took the cat in two years ago after they visited a local bar, where a group of drinkers were handing the animal around and making fun of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since being adopted by the Rocks and after getting his picture posted on the Internet, the two-year-old feline has become an international media celebrity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Rocks have received calls from Good Morning America, Fox News and The Tyra Banks Show. The moggy's mugshot has graced the pages of the London Guardian and British tabloids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite his strange appearance, Yoda - named after the pointy-eared Star Wars character (pictured below) - is a perfectly normal and affectionate cat and a delight to have around.His extra ears are thought to be the result of a genetic mutation.But Yoda's owners are keeping a close watch on their much-loved pet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242178610022146274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SL_1q-uFYOI/AAAAAAAAADE/7_pKZhq7Bxs/s320/yoda_starwars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are concerned he could be catnapped because he is so different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-5662789090758618604?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5662789090758618604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=5662789090758618604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5662789090758618604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5662789090758618604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/09/meet-yoda-household-pet-born-with-extra.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SL_1avyNOJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xHVb8z3q5yE/s72-c/yoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-356926199114110298</id><published>2008-09-02T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:30:30.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are 7 words one never wants to hear on a long trip, do ya know what they are? Welp, I'ma gonna tell ya... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First 4 are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Are We There Yet"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How Much Longer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I am gonna put a counter in the truck the next time just so I can see how many times those 7 words are said. It had to be close to 100 times, and that was even before the New York State line. Lord only knows how many times after we crossed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And another thing that really got to me this holiday weekend drive..."Stupid People"! I know us "truckers" have a bad rep when it comes to the highways and from all I seen this here weekend its no wonder. Hell, one truck had a hole in the tire so big that I could of put my head in it. It was about to come off at anytime. But I do have to say that was about the only dumb ass trucker I seen. No, who I am talking about are those ones who think they better fly to get ahead of everyone due to road work. Ya know the kind I'ma a talking about. You see a sign that says in big ol' bold letters... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"WORK ZONE 2 MILES AHEAD"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, what do they all do, fly past ya and cause one hell of a bottle neck jam.If ya dont have a flashing red light on top your car or truck, get your ass over in the open lane and ride it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And another thing, if I let ya in, ya best say thanx or at least wave, cuz if ya dont, I'll get ya back up the road one way or another. I find it kinda amazing what a big ol', spit soaked, half a can of fresh "Cope" looks like on the front of a windshield going about 80 down the interstate looks like!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-356926199114110298?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/356926199114110298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=356926199114110298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/356926199114110298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/356926199114110298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-are-7-words-one-never-wants-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-6329636435899107573</id><published>2008-09-01T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:57:14.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SLyc4XmFylI/AAAAAAAAACc/bjIxJ95ob3w/s1600-h/glasgow_green_fireworks_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241236558572800594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SLyc4XmFylI/AAAAAAAAACc/bjIxJ95ob3w/s320/glasgow_green_fireworks_2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE HAVE A WINNER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats to Melissa &amp;amp; Dave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They done did blew the comp out of the water. With a lead of over 19 scores and 2 extra field goals, they stole the show!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Mellisa &amp;amp; Dave, ya know where to send your address to, and by saturday, it will be in the mail. Along with your addy, I need to know what team ya would prefer... Ya know what ya would get if I pick it...HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-6329636435899107573?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6329636435899107573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=6329636435899107573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6329636435899107573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6329636435899107573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/09/welp.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SLyc4XmFylI/AAAAAAAAACc/bjIxJ95ob3w/s72-c/glasgow_green_fireworks_2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-492457961662815666</id><published>2008-08-28T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:23:38.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SLbC4OcrG6I/AAAAAAAAACU/SkHNi3jOsuc/s1600-h/camping-trip-dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239589487698975650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SLbC4OcrG6I/AAAAAAAAACU/SkHNi3jOsuc/s320/camping-trip-dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, here we are at the end of the month almost. I just want to take time to thank ya'll who played along and those who just stopped in to look around. The winners will be announced on Monday, September 1st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As far as me blogging, I wont be untill that Monday. The family and myself are off to New York due to a sick grand-parent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a few of you out there will be happy to know I will be getting back to my wacky stories and tales. I have a few good ones in mind about my self and yes.... Amy(so sorry)(HA HA HA NOT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So untill then Ya'll be safe and have a great Holiday weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-492457961662815666?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/492457961662815666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=492457961662815666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/492457961662815666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/492457961662815666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-here-we-are-at-end-of-month-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SLbC4OcrG6I/AAAAAAAAACU/SkHNi3jOsuc/s72-c/camping-trip-dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-527989421540067516</id><published>2008-08-26T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:11:19.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew it was gonna happen. All the things going on around here and I forgot a day!!!So, this is what I am gonna do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is going to be the last post I do on the football challenage. The winner will be told on the first of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before it was known as the NFL, what was it called in the begining??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Pac havent had a top pick in the draft(entering 2007) since 1959, what player did they choose number one over all that year??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who has the most Championships and how many??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many NFL teams are there??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is the Commish of the NFL today???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who holds the most records at the Bears field??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And last but not least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Commish is the only one who replaced someone in death, who is he???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-527989421540067516?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/527989421540067516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=527989421540067516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/527989421540067516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/527989421540067516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-knew-it-was-gonna-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-8662795305302794761</id><published>2008-08-24T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T06:12:29.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SLFeEhWvf2I/AAAAAAAAACM/i8J0GUrt5Ew/s1600-h/why-cats-hate-kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238071273374842722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SLFeEhWvf2I/AAAAAAAAACM/i8J0GUrt5Ew/s320/why-cats-hate-kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is so true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-8662795305302794761?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8662795305302794761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=8662795305302794761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8662795305302794761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8662795305302794761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-so-true-big-man-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SLFeEhWvf2I/AAAAAAAAACM/i8J0GUrt5Ew/s72-c/why-cats-hate-kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-3393454480152964768</id><published>2008-08-22T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:26:50.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SK8Sp0C4v1I/AAAAAAAAACE/pXnqYifK5sU/s1600-h/deadwife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237425401209864018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SK8Sp0C4v1I/AAAAAAAAACE/pXnqYifK5sU/s320/deadwife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Ya'll are able to read this , if not let me know and I will print it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                    Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-3393454480152964768?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3393454480152964768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=3393454480152964768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3393454480152964768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3393454480152964768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hope-yall-are-able-to-read-this-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SK8Sp0C4v1I/AAAAAAAAACE/pXnqYifK5sU/s72-c/deadwife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-4512563378170294878</id><published>2008-08-22T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:06:02.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well lemme tell ya, life is a bit hectic around here at the moment, between family issues and Jades cat (he ate rat poison), its nuts around here!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this here is what i am gonna do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3 days in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are ya ready...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What does NFLPA stand for???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is the CBA???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Internet radio can play the NFL games, but what 2 Broadcasts are they not allowed too???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for the mess, but at least this way I can tend to the cat and Jade. And I also dont make ya all miss any days of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-4512563378170294878?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4512563378170294878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=4512563378170294878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/4512563378170294878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/4512563378170294878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-lemme-tell-ya-life-is-bit-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-689391438887510449</id><published>2008-08-21T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:59:52.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, I feel a bit lazy today, so this is gonna be quick and easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(only 10 days left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Packers found this future Pro Football Hall of Fame offensive lineman in the seventh round of the 1953 draft...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who was he???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-689391438887510449?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/689391438887510449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=689391438887510449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/689391438887510449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/689391438887510449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-i-feel-bit-lazy-today-so-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-827384318210810017</id><published>2008-08-20T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T05:49:19.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKwSCrCznSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lRdRkzletLE/s1600-h/150px-National_Football_League_2008_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236580303848578338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKwSCrCznSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lRdRkzletLE/s320/150px-National_Football_League_2008_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was 11 teams when the NFL was founded, only 11. Aint that something. And to think, most of us can only pick one, maybe two teams to like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For day 20, what year did the NFL start up in???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-827384318210810017?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/827384318210810017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=827384318210810017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/827384318210810017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/827384318210810017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-was-11-teams-when-nfl-was-founded.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKwSCrCznSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lRdRkzletLE/s72-c/150px-National_Football_League_2008_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-7263581041368617695</id><published>2008-08-19T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:44:31.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the NFL, players wear uniform numbers based on the position they play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The current system was instituted into the league on April 5, 1973,  as a means for fans and officials (referees, linesmen) to more easily identify players on the field by their position. Players who were already in the league at that date were grandfathered,  and did not have to change their uniform numbers if they did not conform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Since that date, players are invariably assigned numbers within the following ranges, based on their primary position:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarterbacks, placekickers and punters: 0–0&lt;br /&gt;Wide Receivers: 0-0, or 0-0 if all are taken&lt;br /&gt;Running backs and defensive backs: 0–0&lt;br /&gt;Offensive linemen: 0–0&lt;br /&gt;Linebackers: 0–0 and 0–0, or 0-0 if all are taken&lt;br /&gt;Defensive linemen: 0–0 and 0–0&lt;br /&gt;Tight ends: 0–0, or 0–0 if all are taken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know what ya all are thinking, ya'll is thinking, "Big Man, ya is nuts if ya think we know all that", but if ya can give me the answer to half of them , I'll give ya a full score, if ya get them all, I'll give ya 2 scores....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All ya gotta do is fill in the 0's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-7263581041368617695?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7263581041368617695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=7263581041368617695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7263581041368617695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7263581041368617695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-nfl-players-wear-uniform-numbers.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-6752996555317392544</id><published>2008-08-18T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:43:02.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After trying to get the cheerleaders off the field, we had one who just seemed to be tripping her self on those white lines that mark the field in 1 yard intervals...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have no clue on how she was doing this, even after watching the replay about 15 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, for day 18, what do ya call those 1 yard white lines???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-6752996555317392544?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6752996555317392544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=6752996555317392544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6752996555317392544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6752996555317392544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-trying-to-get-cheerleaders-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-1550426357221600592</id><published>2008-08-17T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:50:56.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAY 17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it seems the cheerleaders dont wanna leave the field yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like we have a "Raiderett" that is trying to steal the show a bit here. She had a stint on the MTV show "the real world" (Season 18) and wants to try to get more of the lime light...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just who is she???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-1550426357221600592?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1550426357221600592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=1550426357221600592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1550426357221600592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1550426357221600592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-17-and-it-seems-cheerleaders-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-2921720594630535214</id><published>2008-08-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:31:05.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 16, so I guess you could call today the halftime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just what do ya see during the halftime show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheerleaders silly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not all the NFL teams have them, and a few did but got rid of em. So today is a 2 part question that needs 2 answers to score...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who was the first team to introduce the concept of cheerleaders to NFL football, and in what year did this happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-2921720594630535214?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2921720594630535214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=2921720594630535214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2921720594630535214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2921720594630535214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-1655751226866678417</id><published>2008-08-15T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:05:40.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am gonna try to take a new twist on this. Since we are at the half way point, I am gonna change it up a bit for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just cant believe that we are on day 15 already.But It seems the answer have stopped at day11. So that means if you go back and do 11,12,13,14, and today the 15th day, one could steal the lead or, the leader could have a 9 score lead....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234729019938762418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKV-TxDg7rI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EemZBpumeTY/s320/200px-Bill_goldberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK, see that guy there. He done did is kinda mean looking! I want ya to tell me who he is, and what team did he play for? To give Ya'll a few hints, he was in the WCW and the WWE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-1655751226866678417?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1655751226866678417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=1655751226866678417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1655751226866678417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1655751226866678417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-gonna-try-to-take-new-twist-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKV-TxDg7rI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EemZBpumeTY/s72-c/200px-Bill_goldberg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-9206978147057110081</id><published>2008-08-14T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:24:18.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKRpnrXuXKI/AAAAAAAAABs/orG0TSjz0Pg/s1600-h/sexytwins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234424797289405602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKRpnrXuXKI/AAAAAAAAABs/orG0TSjz0Pg/s320/sexytwins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/women/galleries/singer/carrie-underwood/picture-5.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take a good look at this here Pic I found. YA'll tell me this, are they twins that were seperated at birth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know... That was mean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But funny as hell!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-9206978147057110081?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9206978147057110081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=9206978147057110081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/9206978147057110081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/9206978147057110081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-good-look-at-this-here-pic-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKRpnrXuXKI/AAAAAAAAABs/orG0TSjz0Pg/s72-c/sexytwins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-820849576144854433</id><published>2008-08-14T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T04:29:45.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any more, no matter what you seem to watch, Ya'll will see a romance in the making or in the ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the good ol' spot of football, its no diffferent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a mag coming out soon, or it might already be, Carrie Underwood was talking football and this is what she had to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234333979700595602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKQXBZfPi5I/AAAAAAAAABU/5UZEB0TSJEU/s200/Underwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were both small town people doing very big things, and we relied on each other, dealing with fame. I don't know. The phone will ring and it'll be him, and I'll maybe not answer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just who is she talking about???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-820849576144854433?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/820849576144854433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=820849576144854433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/820849576144854433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/820849576144854433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/any-more-no-matter-what-you-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKQXBZfPi5I/AAAAAAAAABU/5UZEB0TSJEU/s72-c/Underwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-9162915156785668060</id><published>2008-08-13T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:07:39.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is some words of thought for Ya'll. Ya never know, it may come in handy some day. And if ya really think about them.... they sure are true!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. A day without sunshine is like night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                    2. On the other hand, you have different fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;             3. 42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;             4. 99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Remember, half the people you know are below average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He who laughs last, thinks slowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese in the trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis? Raise my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. OK, so what's the speed of dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong&lt;br /&gt;lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What happens if you get scared half to death, twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Why do psychics have to ask you your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Inside every older person is a younger person wondering, 'What the heck happened?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Just remember -- if the world didn't suck, we would all fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Light travels faster than sound.. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Life isn't like a box of chocolates . . . it's more like a jar of jalapenos.  What you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-9162915156785668060?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9162915156785668060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=9162915156785668060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/9162915156785668060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/9162915156785668060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-is-some-words-of-thought-for-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-8502384716767680496</id><published>2008-08-13T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:03:37.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As alot of Ya'll know, I had a bit of bad luck going on with anything that had a motor in it a bit ago. Now with the new truck and all, I feel pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya know the same can be said about football too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a $185 million renovation of a historic stadium, this team returned for the 2006 season. The team played its 2006 home opener in front of a sold-out crowd and national television audience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who was it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the game was on September 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-8502384716767680496?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8502384716767680496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=8502384716767680496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8502384716767680496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8502384716767680496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-alot-of-yall-know-i-had-bit-of-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-5297722174562080527</id><published>2008-08-12T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:37:31.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to start today off with saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope your day is good and all goes well for ya babe!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now on to day 12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staying with the nickname part of it all. Some are good and some are strange. One team out there has had one that sounds kinda sick if ya ask me, its "Gang Green". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can ya tell me what NFL team it is???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-5297722174562080527?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5297722174562080527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=5297722174562080527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5297722174562080527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5297722174562080527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-would-like-to-start-today-off-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-2551683559244218745</id><published>2008-08-11T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:22:44.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKDziKE4BYI/AAAAAAAAABM/enooE-mcCP4/s1600-h/new+truck+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233450535150421378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKDziKE4BYI/AAAAAAAAABM/enooE-mcCP4/s320/new+truck+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233450317272028242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKDzVeanlFI/AAAAAAAAABE/Oa8NuYCQlaA/s320/new+truck+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKDyz13ZbKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qyFCEW36AlU/s1600-h/new+truck+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233449739451198626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKDyz13ZbKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qyFCEW36AlU/s320/new+truck+1.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the pics of the new addition to the family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What ya think???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-2551683559244218745?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2551683559244218745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=2551683559244218745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2551683559244218745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2551683559244218745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-one-pick-of-new-addition-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SKDziKE4BYI/AAAAAAAAABM/enooE-mcCP4/s72-c/new+truck+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-7195800921025802872</id><published>2008-08-11T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T04:50:07.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bernie Mac Passes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a great loss for comedy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Isaac Hayes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another great loss for the music world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the world of sports, its just like human life, some times a person gets a lable for some thing they do or say, or a way they may act. A nickname can hang on for years if not for life, I should know that all to well. As some of you may know, I am known as "Tank". And the funny thing is, is that was a name giving to me during football tryouts in the 6th grade. I done did hit the coach and other players so hard , they would say it was like being ran over by a "Tank". And many years later, the name still sticks on. The funny fact about that is most people never know my real name. I guess thats not really a bad thing though....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The New York Giants are the same way, but unlike me, they have more than One (1) nickname. The thing I want to know is ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are the nicknames of the Champs... Ya'll only have to list 3 of the 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-7195800921025802872?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7195800921025802872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=7195800921025802872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7195800921025802872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7195800921025802872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/bernie-mac-passes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-47242448119579793</id><published>2008-08-10T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T06:53:30.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;welp, Its been a busy weekend for me so far and as ya'll can see, I fell a day behind. But what I am gonna do is have day 9 and 10 right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the question for day 9...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 1998, the Packers moved up 10 spots in the 1st round by trading with ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And now this is for day 10...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the same year, what defensive lineman did they choose with the 19th overall pick??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-47242448119579793?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/47242448119579793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=47242448119579793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/47242448119579793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/47242448119579793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/welp-its-been-busy-weekend-for-me-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-1595655023482201623</id><published>2008-08-08T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:08:34.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh , its finally friday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do have some great news to report from the home front, after all the problems we have had up here on this here mountain with anything that has a motor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a new truck!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Lemme tell ya, she sure is pretty. Its a steel blue color, 4x4, quad-cab Chevy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And its MINE ALL MINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(thanks again Amy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(LOVE YA LONG TIME)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And since I am in such a good mood today, I am going to make day 8 kinda easy. Staying with the field subject, I want to know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just how big are those goal posts at the ends of the field. Ya'll should have 3 sets of numbers for this one. The width, total higth, and from the ground. That should be a big help to some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm off to add miles to the new girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-1595655023482201623?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1595655023482201623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=1595655023482201623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1595655023482201623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1595655023482201623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-its-finally-friday-i-do-have-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-3553681615001690466</id><published>2008-08-07T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:15:42.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Official: Favre Traded to Jets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I say they just made a huge ass and dumb mistake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to tell ya the truth I would like to see the Jets this year take it all, or at least do better than the Pac (and I'm even a Pac Fan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, enough about that, all its gonna do is piss me off more, lets get on with day 7. And by the way no one even tried day 6 so the game is at a stand still, but with a leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, today I want to know about the field, we all know its 100 yards long, but just how wide is it. and to get a TD on this one, the answer has to be right on the dot....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-3553681615001690466?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3553681615001690466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=3553681615001690466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3553681615001690466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3553681615001690466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-official-favre-traded-to-jets-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-7023100998012807943</id><published>2008-08-06T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T04:54:45.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can ya'll believe this mess going on with Farve? I think the Pac is going to end up making a huge mistake in the end of this all. I done did think its nuts!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But any ways, lets get back to the ball game. And what a ball game its turning out to be. Like I said last night we have a leader now, but there is someone who lurks in the back, not to far behind in point that could come back within a 2 day score.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that said, lets move into day 6 and see if I can finally stump the leader(who is doing Great).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I am looking for a team who has come in second in most valuable franchise in the NFL. And also, they have broken the NFL's mark for single-season attendance six years in a row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who do ya'll think it is???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just as a reminder, anyone can jump into the game at any point, but to have your score add up and count you must answer all from day one to the day you started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And send your answers in to me at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:widowmakertank@yahoo.com"&gt;widowmakertank@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-7023100998012807943?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7023100998012807943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=7023100998012807943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7023100998012807943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7023100998012807943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-yall-believe-this-mess-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-1897984195859416794</id><published>2008-08-05T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:23:32.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EXTRA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EXTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;READ ALL ABOUT IT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We Now have a leader in the game! With 5 complted TD's!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can any one come back in days to come with an upset???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay tuned for futher highlights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-1897984195859416794?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1897984195859416794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=1897984195859416794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1897984195859416794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1897984195859416794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-9101960849985864521</id><published>2008-08-05T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:49:08.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I done do believe we have a tie in the works going on here. As I looked last night, I had one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teamer&lt;/span&gt; who had went back and got all 4, plus the teaser question.And by the way, I loved how it was answered, and ya was damn right about it!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what most of you think about the Packers (the best damn team EVER), and whats going on with Brett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Farve&lt;/span&gt; (the best damn QB), but I'm getting a bit pissed about how the media is playing him off. Yes I know he might be getting up there in age for football, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; see any other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;QB's&lt;/span&gt; doing what he can!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231014636809669986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SJhMGNnozWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kxbnAeSe5qg/s320/Farve+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So with staying with the best team EVER( Yes it is)(quit rolling your eyes)(I seen that), I am gonna go back a few years, 1944 in fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 different Packer players rushed for more than 100 yards, but Ted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fritsch&lt;/span&gt; led that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Championship&lt;/span&gt;" squad (he was the fullback) with how many yards that year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Thanx&lt;/span&gt; for playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-9101960849985864521?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9101960849985864521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=9101960849985864521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/9101960849985864521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/9101960849985864521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-done-do-believe-we-have-tie-in-works.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SJhMGNnozWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kxbnAeSe5qg/s72-c/Farve+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-355498264573284486</id><published>2008-08-04T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T06:11:03.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok , this is the score so far, I have one person who has the answers right for day 1 and 2, no one has tried 3 yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now we are on day 4. I thought this time I would go back into the 70's. OH those was the years. Free love, Peace, Rock-n-Roll, long hair, and lets not forget the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Steel Curtain"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know the curtain was up a couple good years, but I am looking for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the 4 most famed players&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So if Ya'll are up to it... lemme know who ya think they was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And by  the way, did Ya'll hear the semi-good news? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is the Pac back??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is Farve gonna play???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is he gonna be the starting QB???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant tell I'ma Packers fan can ya...HA HA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-355498264573284486?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/355498264573284486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=355498264573284486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/355498264573284486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/355498264573284486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-this-is-score-so-far-i-have-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-1648971167876075701</id><published>2008-08-03T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:20:57.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats up Ya'll? Its looking like we are gonna have a game now, a few people got there answers in, a couple of em' was right and a couple of em' was so close it hurt. But hey , if ya get it wrong, thats ok, Ya'll can keep on trying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep one thing in mind, send your answers to me at...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:widowmakertank@yahoo.com"&gt;widowmakertank@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, here Ya'll go for day 3...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We done did talked about a player, and then the ball, now lets talk about the field a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna know, just&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; how many lines&lt;/span&gt; are on the field that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;divide &lt;/span&gt;the field up in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5 yard segments???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck to Ya'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-1648971167876075701?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1648971167876075701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=1648971167876075701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1648971167876075701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1648971167876075701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-up-yall-its-looking-like-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-8701913773006810112</id><published>2008-08-02T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:26:41.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, It looks to me that I might of started this off on a hard note. So what I am gonna do is go back to when football was a real hard hitting sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YA'll&lt;/span&gt; know what it looked like back in the day, hardly no pads, the helmets looked like just hunks of leather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;on top&lt;/span&gt; of their heads. And the men &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; look like they was all on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;muscle&lt;/span&gt; juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fields&lt;/span&gt; looked to be all rough and rocky, the players looked as if they was about to pass out from the game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I want to know is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what was the first "footballs" made out of???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-8701913773006810112?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8701913773006810112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=8701913773006810112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8701913773006810112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8701913773006810112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-it-looks-to-me-that-i-might-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-3934043082940089865</id><published>2008-08-01T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:59:44.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see that a few of ya'll looked, but no one had the balls to take a wild guess? What happened, did I make it too hard??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok I'll give ya the year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was 1992&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now what team did he come from???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-3934043082940089865?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3934043082940089865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=3934043082940089865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3934043082940089865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3934043082940089865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-can-see-that-few-of-yall-looked-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-3635767433741998632</id><published>2008-08-01T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:49:50.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welp, here we are, August 1st!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; YA know what that means dont ya. Lets see how much ya'll know about the NFL, Past, present, and all in-between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On your mark...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get set...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From what team and what year did the Green bay Packers obtain quarterback Brett Favre for a first-round draft choice???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E-mail ya'lls answers to me at...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:widowmakertank@yahoo.com"&gt;widowmakertank@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck to all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-3635767433741998632?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3635767433741998632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=3635767433741998632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3635767433741998632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3635767433741998632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/welp-here-we-are-august-1st-ya-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-5810002895443251993</id><published>2008-07-30T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:18:35.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strange Facts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time television were Fred and Wilma Flintstone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca-Cola was originally green. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the US Treasury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian alphabet has 12 letters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men can read smaller print than women; women can hear better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City with the most Rolls Royce's per capita: Hong Kong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State with the highest percentage of people who walk to work: Alaska &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28% &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38% &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie's measurements if she were life size: 39-23-33 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven: $6,400 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average number of people airborne over the US any given hour: 61,000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's youngest parents were 8 and 9 and lived in China in 1910. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest pope was 11 years old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The San Francisco Cable cars are the only mobile National Monuments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history:&lt;br /&gt;Spades - King David Clubs - Alexander the Great, Hearts-Charlemagne, and Diamonds - Julius Caesar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle; if the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle; if the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two people signed the Declaration of Independence on July 4th, John Hancock and Charles Thomson. Most of the rest signed on August 2, but the last signature wasn't added until 5 years later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am." is the shortest complete sentence in the English language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term "the whole 9 yards" came from W.W.II fighter pilots in the South Pacific. When arming their airplanes on the ground, the .50 caliber machine gun ammo belts measured exactly 27 feet, before being loaded into the fuselage. If the pilots fired all their ammo at a target, it got "the whole 9 yards." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hershey's Kisses are called that because the machine that makes them looks like it's kissing the conveyor belt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from an old English law which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eisenhower interstate system requires that one mile in every five must be straight. These straight sections are usable as airstrips in times of war or other emergencies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Jeep came from the abbreviation used in the army for the "General Purpose" vehicle, G.P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise liner, Queen Elizabeth II, moves only six inches for each gallon of diesel that it burns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No NFL team which plays its home games in a domed stadium has ever won a Superbowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The only two days of the year in which there are no professional sports games (MLB, NBA, NHL, or NFL) are the day before and the day after the Major League all-stars Game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-5810002895443251993?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5810002895443251993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=5810002895443251993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5810002895443251993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5810002895443251993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/strange-facts-first-couple-to-be-shown.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-6200246544692279411</id><published>2008-07-29T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T05:31:13.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody I know who has a dog usually calls him "Rover" or "Spot". I call mine Sex. Now, Sex has been very embarrassing to me. When I went to the City Hall to renew the dog's license, I told the clerk that I would like a license for Sex. He said, "I would like to have one too!" Then I said, "But she is a dog!" He said he didn't care what she looked like. I said, "You don't understand. ... I have had Sex since I was nine years old." He replied, "You must have been quite a strong boy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; When I decided to get married, I told the minister that I would like to have Sex at the wedding. He told me to wait until after the wedding was over. I said, "But Sex has played a big part in my life and my whole world revolves around Sex." He said he didn't want to hear about my personal life and would not marry us in his church. I told him everyone would enjoy having Sex at the wedding. The next day we were married at the Justice of the Peace. My family is barred from the church from then on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife and I went on our honeymoon, I took the dog with me. When we checked into the motel, I told the clerk that I wanted a room for me and my wife and a special room for Sex. He said that every room in the motel is a place for sex. I said, "You don't understand. ... Sex keeps me awake at night." The clerk said, "Me too!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I entered Sex in a contest. But before the competition began, the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just looking around. I told him that I was going to have Sex in the contest. He said that I should have sold my own tickets. "You don't understand," I said, "I hoped to have Sex on TV." He called me a show off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married but Sex left me after I was married." The Judge said, "Me too!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking all over for her. A cop came over and asked me what I was doing in the alley at 4 o'clock in the morning. I said, "I'm looking for Sex." -- My case comes up next Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I've been thrown in jail, been divorced and had more damn troubles with that dog than I ever foresaw. Why just the other day when I went for my first session with the psychiatrist, she asked me, "What seems to be the trouble?" I replied, "Sex has been my best friend all my life but now it has left me for ever. I couldn't live any longer so lonely." and the doctor said, "Look mister, you should understand that sex isn't a man's best friend... so get yourself a dog." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-6200246544692279411?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6200246544692279411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=6200246544692279411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6200246544692279411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6200246544692279411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/everybody-i-know-who-has-dog-usually.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-7014581556636847764</id><published>2008-07-28T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:27:13.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey ya'll, here is a brain teaser for ya all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 1959, Packers team president &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dominic Olejniczak&lt;/span&gt; phones &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;George Halas&lt;/span&gt; to ask what he knew about a Giants' assistant. Halas admitted the Bears would be in trouble&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; if Green Bay Hired&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This one dont count to the game, I just wanna see how smart ya all are !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me know who you think it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-7014581556636847764?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7014581556636847764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=7014581556636847764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7014581556636847764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7014581556636847764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-yall-here-is-brain-teaser-for-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-6972895231641867597</id><published>2008-07-24T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:16:28.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Funny Pictures" src="http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/stinkyshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you are seeing here, is what can happen when a cat gets way too close to someone I know shoes! But I'ma not gonna mention any names... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-6972895231641867597?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6972895231641867597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=6972895231641867597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6972895231641867597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6972895231641867597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-you-are-seeing-here-is-what-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-2568996392082918605</id><published>2008-07-24T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:50:44.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five surgeons from big cities are discussing who makes the BestPatients  to operate on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The first surgeon, from New York , says, 'I like to see accountants on my operating table because when you open them  Up, everything inside is numbered.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The second, from Chicago , responds, 'Yeah, but you should try Electricians! Everything inside them is color coded.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The third surgeon, from Dallas , says, 'No, I really think Librarians are the best, everything inside them is inalphabetical  Order &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fourth surgeon, from Los Angeles chimes in: 'You know, I Like construction workers... Those guys always understand whenyou  Have a few parts left over.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the fifth surgeon, from Washington , DC shut them all up When he observed : 'You're all wrong. Politicians are the easiestto  Operate on. There's no guts, no heart, no balls, no brains and No spine,&lt;strong&gt; and the head and the ass are interchangeable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-2568996392082918605?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2568996392082918605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=2568996392082918605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2568996392082918605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2568996392082918605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/five-surgeons-from-big-cities-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-2018504996871455789</id><published>2008-07-23T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:41:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URINE TEST &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Like a lot of folks in this state, I have a job.  I work, they pay me.  I pay my taxes and the government distributes my taxes as it sees fit.  In order to get that paycheck, I am required to pass a random urine test with which I have no problem.  What I do have a problem with is the distribution of my taxes to people who don't have to pass a urine test.  Shouldn't one have to pass a urine test to get a welfare check because I have to pass one to earn it for them?  Please understand, I have no problem with helping people get back on their feet.  I do, on the other hand, have a problem with helping someone sitting on their A*S, doing drugs, while I work. . . .   Can you imagine how much money the state would save if people had to pass a urine test to get a public assistance check? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; just read was something that was just e-mailed to me and made me think. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; out there, but this here makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; to me. And, I feel it is so true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YA'll&lt;/span&gt; feel the same way, cut and paste it and send it on its way around the states, maybe then someone just might get the idea that it IS a good idea to do!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-2018504996871455789?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2018504996871455789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=2018504996871455789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2018504996871455789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2018504996871455789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/urine-test-like-lot-of-folks-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-673334397013124163</id><published>2008-07-23T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:34:41.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems that life goes by resembling somewhat of a bell curve of what is considered successful... so here is a few milestones that we pass and hope to pass Thru-out the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 4...success is...not peeing in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 10...success is...making your own meals&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At age 12...success is...having friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 16...success is...having a drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 20...success is...having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 35...success is...having money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 50...success is...having money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 60...success is...having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 70...success is...having a drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 75...success is...having friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 80...success is...making your own meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 85...success is...not peeing in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, for those of you who don't think you are up for the football challenge, here's a couple things to keep in mind. It could be about anything that has to do with football, players, Fields, the ball itself, hell, maybe even a cheerleader. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to keep it on the pro level, ya know, the NFL. So that may help a few out. And it don't matter how smarts ya are about it, its just the idea of trying and having fun, like the game!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If Y'all have any questions about it feel free to e-mail me before it starts. So until then I hope ya enjoy the little jokes and stories I pass along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-673334397013124163?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/673334397013124163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=673334397013124163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/673334397013124163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/673334397013124163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-seems-that-life-goes-by-resembling.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-1083703946242467209</id><published>2008-07-22T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:52:09.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spiret&lt;/span&gt; of the up coming football season, I am going to try something. I know that this here blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; see to many people, and not to many do read or stop in, but anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; gonna see how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; are at football smarts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starting August first, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; gonna have a question of the day. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; gonna try my best to do this every day. Those who can e-mail me the right answer, and who has the most right by the end of the season, will get something related to there team of choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; will be able to e-mail me at...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:widowmakertank@yahoo.com"&gt;widowmakertank@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck to anyone who tries!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-1083703946242467209?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1083703946242467209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=1083703946242467209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1083703946242467209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1083703946242467209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-in-spiret-of-up-coming-football.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-7071931321669924958</id><published>2008-07-22T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:54:03.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes About Beer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collection of great quotes about beer and why we love it: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I reflect on all the beer I drink, I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. I think, "It is better to drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- Babe Ruth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; -- Ernest Hemingway &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- Paul Hornung &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence? I think not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- H.L. Mencken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep. When we fall asleep, we commit no sin. When we commit no sin, we go to heaven. So, let's all get drunk and go to heaven! -- George Bernard Shaw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; -- Benjamin Franklin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without question, the greatest invention in the history of mankind is beer. Oh, I grant you that the wheel was also a fine invention, but the wheel does not go nearly as well with pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; -- Dave Barry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer: helping ugly people have sex since 3000 b.c.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; -- W.C. Fields &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember "I" before "E", except in Budweiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; -- Professor Irwin Corey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some it's a six-pack, to me it's a "support group." Salvation in a can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; -- Leo Durocher &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night at Cheers, Cliff Clavin explained the "Buffalo Theory" to his buddy, Norm. "Well ya see, Norm, it's like this. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine! That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-7071931321669924958?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7071931321669924958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=7071931321669924958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7071931321669924958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7071931321669924958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/quotes-about-beer-collection-of-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-7812077699790092362</id><published>2008-07-21T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:35:31.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dating My Daughter&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school I used to be terrified of my girlfriend’s father, who I believe suspected me of wanting to place my hands on his daughter’s chest. He would open the door and immediately affect a good-naturedly murderous expression, holding out a handshake that, when gripped, felt like it could squeeze carbon into diamonds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, years later, it is my turn to be the dad. Remembering how unfairly persecuted I felt when I would pick up my dates, I do my best to make my daughter’s suitors feel even worse. My motto: wilt them in the living room and they’ll stay wilted all night.&lt;br /&gt;“So,” I’ll call out jovially. “I see you have your nose pierced. Is that because you’re stupid, or did you merely want to APPEAR stupid?”&lt;br /&gt;As a dad, I have some basic rules, which I have carved into two stone tablets that I have on display in my living room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule One - If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure as heck not picking anything up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Two - You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Three - I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to assure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric staple gun and fasten your trousers securely in place around your waist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Four - I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I WILL kill you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Five - In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Six - I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make YOU cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Seven - As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process which can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Eight - The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places lacking parents, policemen, or nuns. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her chin. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-7812077699790092362?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7812077699790092362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=7812077699790092362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7812077699790092362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7812077699790092362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/dating-my-daughter-when-i-was-in-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-6503490835480851455</id><published>2008-07-15T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:28:59.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Top Ten Signs You Know You've Joined A Redneck HMO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your Viagra prescription includes a Popsicle stick and some duct tape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The only 100% covered expense is embalming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your Prozac comes in colors and has little "m"s on each pill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Preventive Care Coverage includes "an apple a day". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your primary care physician is wearing the pants you gave to Goodwill last month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Lone Star Bar and Grill is an approved pharmacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The only proctologist lists his address as Rotorooter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The tongue depressors taste faintly of Fudgesicles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Directions to the Dr.'s office include "Take a left when you enter the trailer park". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The annual breast exam is conducted at Hooter's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-6503490835480851455?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6503490835480851455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=6503490835480851455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6503490835480851455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6503490835480851455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-ten-signs-you-know-youve-joined.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-2659385556939030785</id><published>2008-07-01T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:12:39.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YA'll&lt;/span&gt; wanna know what pisses me off?... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt;, too bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; gonna tell ya anyways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its how all these big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;companies&lt;/span&gt; can shove its customers around and keep getting away with it. I find it really hard to swallow when they say on the tube that gas will go up to a price by this date and I'll be damned... IT DOES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAKE UP PEOPLE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the hell are we gonna do when the say the cost of food is gonna sky rocket this fall? Tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; planning on doing, Ya know those we put into office year after year, Ya know they can be voted out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ya. Starting next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; gonna find the phone numbers of those in my area and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;opinoin&lt;/span&gt;. Will it do any good, not if I'm alone on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; start at the same time, calling, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;writing,&lt;/span&gt; e-mailing, the whole 9 yards I bet we start getting somewhere. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; just sit there thinking of what to do, DO IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remind those in office of how they got there and just how many are trying to get in behind them.I know that there is some of ya'll out there that the cost of fuel and food may not hurt ya, but think of the rest of States. It is gonna take every single person and voice out there to make a huge dent in this mess that they are putting ya'll in, includeing myself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As ya'll know, I had to keep my ass at home due to the rising cost of life this summer, no vacation for my family this year. And that really gets to me. I anit nothing but a simple man, I dont ask for much if anything, and I'ma the first to help out those who are less forcanet. And here I am having to keep all up on this mountain while those bastards sit and get richer by the day. I've done did had enough!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, if ya'll would, stand up with me starting monday and lets put one hell of a bug up some asses to get what we deserve!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-2659385556939030785?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2659385556939030785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=2659385556939030785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2659385556939030785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2659385556939030785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/07/yall-wanna-know-what-pisses-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-5142757204238624664</id><published>2008-06-29T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:32:14.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alighty now, lemme fill ya'll in. I sat up with a case of Bud and got myself at least 7 of those damn yard gnomes!!! I think I best sit out and try to get more of em'!!I must of got the little bugger that has been causing all the hell around here. Its done did been good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here I sit once again with a few too.......Not enough Bud in me and ready to start to rambiling about something. But the funny thing is is that I dont know about what. I could sit here and go on about nothing for a couple of moments.But what nothing should I talk about. YA'll know how I feel about the rising gas cost, and lemme tell ya , its not getting any better!! And yet today no one has the brass balls to stand up and say anything. So oh well, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'ma at a loss for words, aint that something.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-5142757204238624664?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5142757204238624664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=5142757204238624664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5142757204238624664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5142757204238624664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/06/alighty-now-lemme-fill-yall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-3592525981458937141</id><published>2008-06-22T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:05:56.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet ya'll thought I was going to be M.I.A. longer than this, welp, to tell ya the truth, I could not get this here box to open up my blog site for a few days. Why the hell not, nothing seems to be right up here on  the top of the mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few notes of the last couple days, Joe Joe and I got to spend a night at camp, no its not all done but its workable. We had hot dogs on hamburger bunns, a good hot fire, and a rain free night. He done did kinda freaked himself out with the night time sounds, but the 4 wheelers cooling done really got to him. It would be so quiet, and then all of the sudden ya would here a ping pang of the motors cooling off. But once in the camper all was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next night we all thought we would get the whole fam out there...even the dogs....NOT GOOD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night started off great. fire, bunks made, no rain, it was all looking good. Then one dog would get them selves all messed up in a tree, then the next one and as you was doing one the other one was doing it all over again. So, now it came the time to go in and "TRY" to go to sleep....HA HA HA HA .... NOT, NOPE, ZIP, ZERO on the sleep part. See, Raven our black lab did not want in that sleeping box one bit. So she would be up and all over the place, and panting so hard that it was rocking the camper. After the feeling of getting sea sick was over, and all seemed to be calming down, she lets out a bark that would curl ya hair!!! That was it, everyone was ready to pack up and head home. Lemme tell ya'll, I never seen 2 dogs, 2 kids and a wife move so quick in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have even been out one the 4 wheelers alot lately. Joe Joe just wants that thing to be moving all the time, 24/7 if he could. But we do go on a good ride the other day. It was about a good 20 miles, the longest he has been on. And yesterday he got his first true taste of mud and deep water. There is an ol' dirt road up home here that has 5 huge long mud pits on it. Well, being the good guy and having to make sure they was safe I done did run thru first. Lemme say this, it was cold damn deep and smelled like shit!! But the biggest part, it was FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amy didn't ride on the first time thru, but she didn't have a choice the second time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, that's a bit of whats been going on up here on top of the mountain. Yeah I know its not as wild as some of the other days, but its all been good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until Next Time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-3592525981458937141?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3592525981458937141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=3592525981458937141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3592525981458937141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3592525981458937141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-bet-yall-thought-i-was-going-to-be-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-3110079084359832018</id><published>2008-06-12T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:22:06.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I done did find this pretty funny and wanted to share it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;. I took the three kids to the local dam and over herd a mom talking to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;. By the time she was done I was almost in tears from trying to not laugh out loud and also from thinking of just how true it was!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my parents come to visit, as in these holidays, I get flashbacks of childhood. Like when I was a kid, my mother had pat answers and special quips she dished out over and over. One of my least favorites was "Because I said no." I remember thinking what an unfair reply that was to a request.This is my memory of the process:&lt;br /&gt;"Can I spend the night at Vicky's?""No.""Why not?""Because I said no."&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't she give me a decent reason when turning down my requests? She treats me like a child! She never says that to other adults! Humph!! (sound of feet stomping, door slamming here) I vowed that when I became a parent, I would not repeat the motherizms I grew up with, particularly that one. I would provide reasonable explainations to MY children. Well, I now have children making ridiculous requests and have come to realize that my memory of the discourse between my mother and I was probably not complete. Perhaps it went more like this little chat I recently had with my daughter:&lt;br /&gt;"Can I spend the night at Emily's?"No.""Why not?""Because it's a school night.""But I can go to school with her tomorrow.""No. You'll be up late.""We'll go to bed early.""No. You always stay up late with Emily.""Why not? I promise we'll go to bed early!""No.""Why not?""Because it's a school night.""But what if we promise to go to bed early?""No.""Why not?""BECAUSE I SAID NO!"(sound of feet stomping, door slamming here, punctuated with a loud "It's not fair!" at the end)&lt;br /&gt;Therein lies the Karma of parenthood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To some of ya'll out there this should sound about right!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-3110079084359832018?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3110079084359832018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=3110079084359832018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3110079084359832018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/3110079084359832018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-done-did-find-this-pretty-funny-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-6880480564662893482</id><published>2008-06-12T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:17:22.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been an interesting start to the summer up here on this mountain, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; to say the least. Between everything taking its turn breaking down, its been fun, NOT. But the motor luck is also hitting the in-laws to. They just had to have their car towed. I think the yard Gnomes are coming alive at night and playing against us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now the Kids are home with me and now my days are spent talking to someone that talks back, not just turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; head and look at me in hopes I drop food. And the Big Man here is even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;babysittin&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; laugh..... Stop it .... Yes I can babysit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt; its not to bad, the little girl is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;, and Jade just loves her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;. And on my end, I think she is afraid I might bite or try to eat her if we run outta food or something. When I talk to her , her eyes get huge then she talks to the floor. Most of the time the kids have to tell me what she says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I cant hear a single word she says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; eat, or at least around me she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;. I have 2 birds that eat more than I have seen her eat. And if I walk in the room when they are playing, she is done till i walk out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; done for now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; gonna go load up the guns and get ready for tonight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; gonna shoot me a yard Gnome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-6880480564662893482?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6880480564662893482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=6880480564662893482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6880480564662893482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/6880480564662893482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-interesting-start-to-summer-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-7838189122731534633</id><published>2008-06-07T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T13:03:27.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here ya'll go. Its almost like a test, so now ya'll be able to tell when someone is really drunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drunken Language &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things That Are Difficult To Say When You're Drunk&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Innovative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Preliminary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Proliferation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Cinnamon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things That Are Very Difficult To Say When You're Drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:1. Specificity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Anti-constitutionalistically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Passive-aggressive disorder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Transubstantiate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things That Are Downright Impossible To Say When You're Drunk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Nope, no more booze for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Taco Bell? No thanks, I'm not hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Oh, I couldn't! No one wants to hear me sing karaoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. I'm not interested in fighting you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Thank you, but I won't make any attempt to dance, I have no coordination. I'd hate to look like a fool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Where is the nearest bathroom? I refuse to piss in this parking lot or on the road side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. I must be going home now as I have to work in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-7838189122731534633?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7838189122731534633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=7838189122731534633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7838189122731534633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/7838189122731534633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-yall-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-2859166802310526674</id><published>2008-06-07T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:49:21.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when ya think its all going your way.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WHAMM&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; else has to come up from behind ya and kick ya in the ass!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; may know, Joey got himself a new 4-wheeler, one that is a brand name and one I can find parts for.Done did picked it up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, and we,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been slinging mud since. My bike seems to be running good besides burning oil, so it all should be good right... ah ...Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amy this morning was gonna go with some of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; and had hopped in that road legal tank of hers' and guess what... can ya hear the music in the back ground...Listen real hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dunt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dunt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dunt&lt;/span&gt;, Another one bites the dust, and another one down and another one down...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; get the idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It done did seem that her tank felt outta place by working and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;runnin&lt;/span&gt; likes its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pos&lt;/span&gt;' to, so now its on strike, just had it towed outta here this morning. That guy at the garage is starting to like us more than I want him to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now, after this here mess gets done, we should be good go for a bit .... Damn well better!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-2859166802310526674?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2859166802310526674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=2859166802310526674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2859166802310526674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2859166802310526674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-when-ya-think-its-all-going-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-4372833574250107019</id><published>2008-06-06T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T05:37:50.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new pastor moved into a town, and he went out one Saturday to visit his parishioners. All went well until he came to one house. It was obvious that someone was home, but no one came to the door even after he had knocked several times. Finally he took out his card, wrote on the back "Revelation 3:20" and stuck it in the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, as he was counting the offering, he found his card in the collection plate. Below his message was the notation "Genesis 3:10."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 3:20 "Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 3:10 So he said, "I heard Your voice in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; and I hid myself." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they say us here rednecks is stupid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-4372833574250107019?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4372833574250107019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=4372833574250107019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/4372833574250107019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/4372833574250107019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-pastor-moved-into-town-and-he-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-2259744636170726095</id><published>2008-06-02T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T05:52:10.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some days I think that there is someone up above having a good laugh at me. The things that seem to happen could not even be written in a good script for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, the better half, took the 4-wheeler out to go for a ride around the country side, I watched the kids. About an hour later I get myself a phone call that says HELP, I'm stuck. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; thinking to myself that it cant be all that bad. Just go there and give a little shove and she'll be out. HA HA HA....... NOT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; should of seen the path that she was on... There was NONE. So after a short walk about, she was found up ahead. So on my way to try to be the Prince Charming (more like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;), I had seem to find the mud. Oh, not just any mud, shoe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; mud. That slop ate my left shoe right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;offa&lt;/span&gt; my foot. I mean gone, see ya, bye bye!! Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'ma&lt;/span&gt; shoeless on the left side. I try shoving my hand down in the hole to find... well... NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the hell was I gonna do? I said "screw it to myself and kicked the other one off into the weeds. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; out there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;trekking&lt;/span&gt; in my socks. I can feel everyplace on the bottom of my feet this morning where shit was poking the flats of me feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after walking a bit more up the path that was not there, I find the 4-wheeler. There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; no little shove gonna happen. It done did was buried up to the nose of it and the ass-end was half way gone too. I figured I would start it and try to gas it and shove at the same time. So I walked to the front and ....OH BOY... I was ass deep in the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; smelling, gushy, slime, leech infested shit water mud you could find.I have short legs, and I was going down in that stuff faster than I would ever want too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One part i left out is kinda amazing too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Amys&lt;/span&gt;' cousin showed up as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; leaving. So I had him, his kid, and my two in the blazer. The kids was smart and stayed in the truck (wish I would of).But the funny thing is, is that here is Amy and myself just covered in the mud from the bad place and he is still clean as he was when he showed up... How the hell does that happen???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyways, I send him back to fetch the blazer and to just meet us back at the house, and I would get Amy and the 4-wheeler outta that hole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once we are back and trying to clean off, Jade comes up with that cute little grin she does and informs me that she was a bit nervous and PUKED all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the back of my Blazer. So not only do I stink like POO and Amy along with the bike, now my Blazer has the blasting smell of puke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So without a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dought&lt;/span&gt;, the end to my day yesterday was interesting and a tad bit stinky!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt; the next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-2259744636170726095?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2259744636170726095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=2259744636170726095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2259744636170726095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/2259744636170726095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-days-i-think-that-there-is-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-8464798657206367190</id><published>2008-06-01T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:02:56.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi Ya'll out there where ever ya'll might be! I'ma tad bit burnt today, and no, not from the still rising gas prices. We went to a huge tractor show yesterday and the sun found my shoulders and my bald head!! And today was Daddy and boy day. Joe Joe and I went to a car show that really sucked. Hardly no cars??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the sun burn is what we is gonna yap about today, or should I say the Fake-n-bake. Yes I have done did tried this, and no it did not turn out to good!! See, I'ma just a bit to big to fit in one of those ones that ya'll do. You know the kind ya lay down in. See, my shoulders stick out the sides of 'em. So I have to do the ones that ya stand up in. Now the one I did was owned by a girl that I went to school with and she talked this thing up like it was the best way to get tan fast. So I thought I would hop in it and try it. MISTAKE #1!!!! Now after I was talked into this here hot box, i was told that you want to try and tan evenly all over, in other words, do it nakid...MISTAKE # 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, as ya'll are sitting there giggleing at me cuz ya think ya know what happen, ya'll just wait. See, this was my first time ever in that hot box. And listening to other people talk about it, I thought ya only went in for about 5 minutes or so, but she told me I had a good base going on already and to just go in for 15... Big MISTAKE # 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I walked myself in this thing , get nakid, and turn the dail to 15. I figured since I was trying to get an "even" tan, I should lift my arms up to get under them and kinda squat a bit to get the inside of my legs... NOT GOOD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the first 5 or so, I placed my hands on the back of my head locking my fingers behind it, and still doing a squat. What seemed to be forever the bell finally went off and it was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got my self dressed and walked out feeling pretty good about it. Told the girls thanx and went on my way. But as I walked out that door I could hear some big time snickering. It seems that when you fake-n-bake, and have your hands on your head... ah yeah, ya'll know where I'ma going with this. I had two perfect white hand marks on the back of my head. Ya'll could count all the fingers and tell where my palms where!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now comes the NAKID part. DONT EVER DO THAT GUYS!!!!! I burnt some things that should never see daylight. Ya'll wanna talk about hot dogs and roasted nuts.... OUCH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I done did had to walk funny for about three days! My ass will never EVER try anything like that again for as long as I live!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So learn for that huge MISTAKE, and dont try it guys, its not worth it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'ma gonna go and whine to myself about how my shoulders burn right now and how thankfull I am I was not NAKID!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-8464798657206367190?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8464798657206367190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=8464798657206367190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8464798657206367190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8464798657206367190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-yall-out-there-where-ever-yall-might.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-5784828519222359227</id><published>2008-05-30T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T04:34:46.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, for once I can report some good news about life up here on the mountain top. I got one of those damn 4-wheelers up and going. Now to wait a week and see what goes wrong with it next. My boys is gonna be one hell of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; in the ass to do though I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I do hope that the blazer will be done soon. I talked to the guy and he said it was to be done yesterday?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; ask, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know.A day later and its still not here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now I am going to get camp done up. I got the camper moved out to the spot, so now I just have to try to not bust a nut and square it up. That should be about fun. I have a nice stack of wood and a nice size cleared. So all I have to take out now is the fire ring and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; gonna be ready. Cold beer, hot dogs, good friends, and long nights. The one funny thing about us mountain top people, is that camp is never too far from home. ours is only about a mile. That way when The better half has to "GO" she can just scoot home. She already said she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; gonna use no leaves!! That might be a wise choice, poison ivy is not good for the bum!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; the next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-5784828519222359227?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5784828519222359227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=5784828519222359227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5784828519222359227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5784828519222359227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-for-once-i-can-report-some-good-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-1293106260527948744</id><published>2008-05-25T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:44:54.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so tired of getting stuck with other peoples JUNK. It never seems to fail. A few years ago I was talked into buying a 4-wheeler that was to be so damn good...HA HA HA. Welp, it sat for a year and a half due to not running. So after a new back axle, rear hub, and bearings, not to forget 375 in part cost, I got it back. It runs for a week, and guess what, now the front ball joint snaps!! So knowing that it's in rough shape I think I best replace all 4 of them, another 100-150 in parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, a few months back, I had got my boy his first. Just a off brand 250 to learn on. I was told it had low hours and was just like new. To look at it you knew it was taken care of and the gent I got it from was someone ya thought who knew what he was talking about. But Guess what, its another hunk of JUNK. Between a short somewhere in it that keeps draining the battery, and just about 10 minutes ago now the rear is locked up. With it being an off brand china piece of shit, who knows what that is gonna cost me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But ya'll really wanna know what the kicker to this whole week has been? Welp, I was in my Blazer running around trying to get some stuff done and in order for this long weekend of non stop bliss, it dies! I am stuck in an area with no cell service, and only able to use a phone to make local calls. Welp where I live at , if you dont call the person next door to ya, its long distance!!, so I had to sit there for 2 and a half hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But on a good note, I got to see the new Jones movie!! All day yesterday the kids, and us cleaned up the whole out side and then just had a good night out on the town. So I am glad one thing turned out to be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to ya'll out there, I hope its a good weekend and ya'll are safe about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-1293106260527948744?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1293106260527948744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=1293106260527948744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1293106260527948744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/1293106260527948744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-so-tired-of-getting-stuck-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-4987828850205123574</id><published>2008-05-23T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:10:34.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lemme tell ya, I just went and filled up a 5 gallon can of gas, man oh man did I get a shock. $22.41, can ya'll believe that. $3.90 a gallon now. I'ma gonna have to sell crack or weed soon to make ends meet soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And on the afternoon news, I just heard that a power station had over 6 grand of metal stolen over night. Its getting bad people. YA'll best stand up soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-4987828850205123574?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4987828850205123574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=4987828850205123574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/4987828850205123574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/4987828850205123574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/05/lemme-tell-ya-i-just-went-and-filled-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-39128974231464348</id><published>2008-05-22T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:55:59.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was to be our first vacation (a real one) in almost 6 years, and do ya know what we had to do?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CANCEL&lt;/span&gt; it due to these damn gas prices! Now I am just a bit more pissed off at our lovly goverment who is ramming ya'll and I a new one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So instead of the family sitting on a beach in the sun, we are now forced to stay on top of the mountain and pretty much do what we always do...Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-39128974231464348?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/39128974231464348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=39128974231464348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/39128974231464348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/39128974231464348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-was-to-be-our-first-vacation-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-581049333673504737</id><published>2008-05-18T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:26:38.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; wanna talk about tonight?I got a few Buds in me, and a fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chaw&lt;/span&gt; of Cope and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna talk about music?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How about trucks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then lets talk about what the hell is wrong with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are gonna tell someone that you you are gonna do something for them, I say you best do it for them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; let them hanging like two day old laundry on the line!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This here might be the beer talking a bit , but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; really pissed off at the moment. I spent half the day yesterday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; day today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;waitin&lt;/span&gt; on some one to do something that they said they would do for me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; what, no show no call nothing. So yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; PISSED! To say the least. I try my best to stay to my word and if I cant then I do know how to pick up a phone and dial the damn thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just might be a tad bit too old school for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; out there but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; forget where I came from and how I was raised!! It is all about being HUMAN I thought. Maybe not. It seems that most just wanna worry about themselves and screw anyone who gets in the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; wanna know something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; that really bugs the shit outta me...Too bad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; gonna tell ya anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its when you go to buy something off someone and its just a huge slab of JUNK!!! Why is it that people pawn this shit off on others?? HUH??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just seems I get stuck with the best off it. First a Harley and the not just one but two 4-wheelers!!! One of them is half the reason I am pissed now. I get a phone cal on Friday saying its done and we'll go get it and now 2 days later and a 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pac&lt;/span&gt; later, its still not here!!! And the other part of it is that its one of the 4-wheelers that is gonna cost me $400.00. The other one who knows what the hell its gonna cost. Gotta wait to get one back to send the other one out ya know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry to vent on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;, but I just had to get that shit outta me before I popped!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-581049333673504737?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/581049333673504737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=581049333673504737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/581049333673504737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/581049333673504737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-what-do-yall-wanna-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-9126531563032544224</id><published>2008-05-17T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:26:14.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey out there, lets see if I can get under someones skin. I bet ya I can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets start this out by talking about the rising cost of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many of you out there can still afford to go to work with the gas prices the way they are?Almost $4.00 a gallon here. But what are our so called leaders doing about it? Welp, from where I sit and The way I see it NOTHING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how about the cost of just going to the store to get some grub? Have ya'll noticed how much it has all gone up? Pretty soon we wont be known as a FAT nation... why.... Cuz we wont be able to afford to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And energy cost? ya'll are going to have to sit in the dark pretty soon. Or go back to useing candles.In 2010, the cap comes off. Do ya'll know what that means? It means about a 50% higher bill that ALL of us are going to have to dish out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So pretty soon , the way its going, unless ya'll rae rich and can spend without thinking, we are heading back to the time of shooting and growing food, early to bed and early to rise(sunset and sunrise), and riding a mule to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201352769994025138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SC7qyU786LI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jmv-1mO0yXo/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To tell ya'll the truth it just shows how much in a whole, that we as Americans are just stupid. No one will stand together to fight the stronghold that is all working against us. Millions of ya'll just want to stand back and whine and bitch about it all. But what is being done about it? NOT A DAMN THING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont just sit on your ass and talk about it. We ALL should be standing together taking a stand on it. We all could go with using less fuel, driving less, shutting off lights, all of the things that fatten up their wallets while ours shrink!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why should we be making all these companys richer by the day!!!???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on People, open your eyes and see just what the hell is going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-9126531563032544224?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9126531563032544224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=9126531563032544224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/9126531563032544224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/9126531563032544224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-out-there-lets-see-if-i-can-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SC7qyU786LI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jmv-1mO0yXo/s72-c/IMG_0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-885499773494755358</id><published>2008-05-16T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:44:22.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SC3Fik786II/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqnVnLBJUn4/s1600-h/IMG0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201030342504147074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SC3Fik786II/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqnVnLBJUn4/s320/IMG0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK... Just in case &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; forgot who I was, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; is me. I'ma Big Redneck in this here Small World!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I done did been a busy man over the winter and to let ya know the truth I done did forgot about this place. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; really matter, no one ever looks any ways....HA HA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gave up the world of trucking with the special People, or should I say they gave up on me, no loss to me. I do miss the people but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; about it. The bosses that are higher up can kiss my fuzzy redneck ass for all I care!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got my self a job plowing the roads this winter, wanna talk about interesting!!! I never knew how bad the roads was till I was the one who had to take care of them!!! Got to work with some really good guys and got to make a couple good friends over the winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; gonna try to keep up with this here for a bit. Maybe put a smile or two on the faces that do look this over. I have many a tale to tell, and I do like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tellin&lt;/span&gt; em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; then, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I can make some shit up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BIG MAN OUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-885499773494755358?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/885499773494755358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=885499773494755358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/885499773494755358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/885499773494755358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jIn13YlxBk/SC3Fik786II/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqnVnLBJUn4/s72-c/IMG0242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-5558465763824870831</id><published>2007-06-13T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:47:00.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry about the begining of that last post... It was to say the truth will set you free. I have no clue on how it ended up clear down on the bottom like that. As my luck would have it...... its just another screw up that I seem to be able to do so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I do think I have hit a personal all time low in my lfe. For once I thought I was doing good. Keeping everything in check... guess not. About the only noise I hear is the fan in the tower right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earlier I was able to look across the front hall and see her sleep. I thought of all we have been thru and the stupid things that we put each other thru. Then I thought of the last 11 years. Just like everything eles and everyonr eles... there have been good, bad, rotten and pure bliss. But ya know what..... I wouldnt give it up for nothing. It could all end today and I wouldnt have a bad thing to say about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amy I do try... I try just for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-5558465763824870831?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5558465763824870831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=5558465763824870831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5558465763824870831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5558465763824870831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry-about-begining-of-that-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-8077845759519698309</id><published>2007-06-13T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T15:43:04.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say the truth will s....... BULLSHIT! Its a sad ass day when one tells it like it is and it still bites you in the butt! I'm no angel, but I do try to keep a straight and narrow line in life. I've been wrong, done wrong and have tried to do my best to make it all right. But some days it seems no matter how or what it is I do......... its never right or good enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe thats not the right way to feel or how to act on it, but when you try so hard and then you are doughied... it hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all do this and it will be done till i am dead and gone. Whats that you ask.... Bring up the past. First thrown at me , then thrown back. Should it be done ... not at all. Cause after you do it and think of how stupid it was, its way too late. The damage is done and soaking in for the next time. But what can you do about it? Really nothing I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why am I telling this to who ever is out there.... To try to stop you before you do it. or at least make you think before you do it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you and your other half is trying to start over and make things work, put a little trust out there for them before its too late. The pain that is causes is not worth the years of heartache its going to create.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you dont think you are going to be able to trust some one again, just come right out and tell them. Dont hide fasle feelings. Dont go looking to find faults. We all know that no one is perfect and we all have things we have done wrong. Starting today I am going to do my best to let the past be the past. There is not one damn thing I can do about it and I sure as hell cant go back in time and change anything. But one thing I have been doing is "trying" to look forward. some days its so easy to do and others I wonder if there will be one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess what it comes down to is true love. If you have it, your going to do great things even after the bumps in the road. If you dont, the ride could be a rocky one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So if "you" ever read this.... I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told you the complete truth and was all open and honest. I hid nothing and refuse to since we agreed to work this marriage out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and for the rest of you... live life to the fullest. Dont let money or other people bring you down. All things come to those who have the time to wait. And trust a little...... its not hard.et you free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-8077845759519698309?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8077845759519698309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=8077845759519698309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8077845759519698309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/8077845759519698309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2007/06/they-say-truth-will-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-5875205058096987139</id><published>2007-05-27T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T09:55:47.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I really dont know if anyone out there was ever readding this so called blog, but I thought I would just start it up again for the hell of it. Well.... ok its just going to be a good place for me to tell my stupid stories and vent out. And do I ever have to start doing that more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some things in life I cant do with out just as long as it dont get in the way with a normal life. Like a work spouse...... yes you read that right. No, I dont have one and do not want one. Kinda hard when you drive truck..... unless I can count the high-way. And so far she has been good to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its pretty bad when ......... I'll just let it at that..... Its just bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So for those of you that do look in to see if I have ever been back , how are ya?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-5875205058096987139?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5875205058096987139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=5875205058096987139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5875205058096987139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/5875205058096987139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-really-dont-know-if-anyone-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-116562734371160539</id><published>2006-12-08T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:22:23.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey out there.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are ya all still alive???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am , thought I better let ya all know that...LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-116562734371160539?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116562734371160539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=116562734371160539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/116562734371160539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/116562734371160539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-116225476101283088</id><published>2006-10-30T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:32:41.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well kidos, I hate to burst the bubble of alot of ya all out there...but I met Santa! And he aint nothing like we thought he was. He is not some big ol' dude with white hair and a beard. Nope, he is some skinny runt with tan skin and black hair. And this little dude dont even drive a sled with those deer we always hear about, nope, I kid you not, he drives a big ol' Kenworth with a trash box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in his defence, he is one hell of a nice guy. Thanx for the help the help the other day Santa!!I'll drink a Bud for ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyways its that time of year again. Ya'all know what I am talking about. The time you pull out that piece of lint from your wallet and wonder where the hell that 20 went that you had. Then you remeber that it went on that 19.99 game that your kids just had to have that they will play once and lose half the parts to it and then you never see it again till you are pulling out that sharp thing out of you heel due to stepping on it in the middle of the night while trying ti find the light switch as you are beging to do the downward fall on the steps and going to crash oh so hard to the bottom where you find the other lost part due to it sticking in your head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW, I thought all that in one breath!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you know in the long run it was one of the best 20's you spent cuz you seen the happiness in their eyes that morning when it was opened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; so with all that BS said, ya all best get off your butts and start shopping or its gonna be here before ya know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-116225476101283088?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116225476101283088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=116225476101283088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/116225476101283088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/116225476101283088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-kidos-i-hate-to-burst-bubble-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-116104300051533144</id><published>2006-10-16T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:56:40.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For most of you out there, ya'll heard about the shooting that happened down river from us up here on the mountain. Those poor little Amish girls in that one room school house. My heart goes out to them and the familys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; But that is not what I really wanted to talk about tonight, nope, what I want to tell ya about is a group of people who take a lot of shit for their life style, who indeed made a great impact on that little town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bikers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a biker myself, I have seen the everyday evil of people, you can even ask my wife. A few years back, I laid down my scoot. Didnt really get hurt, but thats not the idea. The handle bars were snapped off, bent the fender, and cracked the side of my jug off the road. Now, do you think anyone stopped?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOPE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People were turning their heads as soon as we came into sight. No one stopped to ask if we needed help or if we was ok. Just by luck we was riding with someone eles who went to get help and a truck to get us and the scoot home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That brings me to my point tonight. Did ya'll see the turnout of the bikers who was rasing money for those familys? It was a great sight to be seen. I knkow alot of ya'll out there think of us as dirtbags and trouble makers and that we can be, I aint denying that one, but we are a great group of brothers and sisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a trucker/biker/redneck...my hat goes off to ya'll how went out and helped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Buds for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Man Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-116104300051533144?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116104300051533144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=116104300051533144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/116104300051533144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/116104300051533144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-most-of-you-out-there-yall-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-116094019446875634</id><published>2006-10-15T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T12:23:14.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya know, I gotta big question for ya all. What the hell ever happened to manners??? I done did think they flew out the window. Someone just opened up a window and said "your free, run you little manners, run like the wind". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I have one more young punk let a door go loose in my face I think I am going to have to make em a door stop for a day. And what ever happened to thank you, please, and all the other things ya is to say?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can ya tell me PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and not let forget "the wave". YA should know what I mean. Its what ya do when some one lets you pull out or walk in front of them. For now on, no wave, you get the big bird! And I dont mean that 7 foot yellow thing on TV either. The short little stuby one that is in the middle of my hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But enough of that shit, lets move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIG MAN OUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-116094019446875634?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116094019446875634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=116094019446875634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/116094019446875634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/116094019446875634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/ya-know-i-gotta-big-question-for-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-116087622746110095</id><published>2006-10-14T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:37:07.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey out there.....how is it going??? Long time to write on my end. I was told I was a bad "blogger".......OPPS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; So whats new ...not a hell of a lot. Just working and trying to control the road rage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that is what its going to be about tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID PEOPLE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does any one out there who does not drive a 80,000 pound land missle know how hard it is for us drivers to stop on a dime???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me tell ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT DONT HAPPEN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop pulling out in front of me, and then giving me the finger when I get up on the ass end of your little sissy, yuppie, suv or car. If ya is gonna pull out ya better know what the hell you are doing and get the lead out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just to let some of ya know, if you cant see the side mirrors...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CANT SEE YOU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But thats enough about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But as long as I am talking about people who dont seem to be able to think fast enough to keep up with the rest of the world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If ya cant sing, ya dont have to prove to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing in line at a local fuel stop, I can hear a decent new song playing, when all of the sudden I hear a noise that sounds like someone just stepped on a kittens tail mixed with the dying sounds of a cow. Here it was the guy in front of me trying his best to sing along with the song. At first I was about the hit the ground cuz I thought some one just got shot, then I was trying to cover my ears before my brain turned to mush and came out my ears. But it didnt seem to matter what I did, all I could hear was the sound of this guys death song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guy couldnt carry a tune in a bucket to save his life was bad enough, but he didnt even know the words!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT WAS BAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyways, till next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big man out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-116087622746110095?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116087622746110095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=116087622746110095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/116087622746110095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/116087622746110095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-115852249034902103</id><published>2006-09-17T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:48:10.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK People, I am back for another round of who knows what the hell I might say next. Went into the bigger town down the road, and really had to think hard of what smart assy thing I could say today, and ya know what........&lt;em&gt;I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But ya know, I just Did!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live in "Redneckville"...no dought about it. People around here use more lumber on truck beds than they do for a house. In fact, one might say, "If you truck has more wood on it than your house, you might be a redneck...(Theres a new one for ya Jeff!) But aint it funny how us here rednecks are the blunt of Jokes, that are very funny I have to add, but how many people are wanting to be like us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT DONT WORKTHAT WAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It takes more than a flannle shirt, and a pair of stained jeans to be one of us. Oh and lets not forget the "Pre-greased" ballcap ya can buy at the local "stuff*mart". See, being redneck takes no money what so ever, its a lifestyle, not a fashion statement. Ya know what I mean.The beat up truck is a good start,but is that true rust on that door? Ya dont even really need to have a gun in that gunrack, its there to hang ya fishing hat, hunting hat, CB wires, and if ya have a rear window that opens....To dry the shirt that you fell in the creek on!! And the truck bed is not to have a cap on it. How the hell are ya to see the starts if that is one there???Oh and not forget tail- gating...that is to be done when two or more of ya all get together around the fire telling the bullshit stories of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for all of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WANNA-BE'S....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO 'BUD" FOR YOU!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big Man OUT!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-115852249034902103?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115852249034902103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=115852249034902103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/115852249034902103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/115852249034902103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-people-i-am-back-for-another-round.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-115811323464434199</id><published>2006-09-12T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:07:14.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya know, I got to thinking earlyer today about life , and the things that people fear the most. Everyone is different, Some dont like "spiders"...Yeah, I mean you(you know how you are). Some dont like snakes, even knowing that they are about the best pets one can get.And I will admitt it, I&lt;strong&gt; HATE BATS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But ya wanna know what really makes me poop my weiner.....that big lady at the beach who does not know tha&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;t one size fits all Does not fit her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! And the guy who she is with that has a few too many six packs hidden above his belt wearing the speedo. You know the ones I mean, their kids are the ones kicking sand all over your blanket and in your last bottle of Bud that you just opened. And the mother....The one who can get the attention of every kid in and out of the water .....&lt;strong&gt;BUT NOT HER OWN!!!&lt;/strong&gt; While&lt;em&gt; Bubba the lobster&lt;/em&gt; bakes in the sand passed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you know I drive the big trucks you all love to hate, the other thing that makes me wanna hide in the outhouse is old people driving. The little blue haired lady in the big ass lead sled, and the only thing you can see is that tuff of blue hair and two sets of knuckles on the wheel!!Lets not forget the old man who is trying to remeber how or why he is in the local &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stuff*mart"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; parking lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welp...untill next time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big Man out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-115811323464434199?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115811323464434199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=115811323464434199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/115811323464434199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/115811323464434199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/ya-know-i-got-to-thinking-earlyer.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-115802344545078550</id><published>2006-09-11T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:10:45.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five years ago we was hit....hit hard. But we stood back up and brushed the dirt off us and got back on our feet. Yeah, it still hurts, and probally will for years to come. But let me tell ya, this here big redneck couldnt be more proud to be an American! I still feel the pain for all those people that we lost, and the hundreds of families who lost thier loved ones. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5927/3757/320/IMG_0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If ever in your life you wanted to see a big man bawl like a baby it would it been today. Watching the tube today, reliving the day that I will never be able to forget, it happened. I dont know how those people stood up on that stage and read those names out. And seeing those two mountains of buildings fall again, my heart sank. And thinking of all those ladies and gents we lost while they was trying to save the others trapped, its enough to make me wanna bawl again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets not forget those who are over seas trying to find the ass who started all this bullshit. What hell they have to face day in and day out just so we remain free and so it dont go happening again!My heart goes ot to ya'all! &lt;em&gt;This Buds For You!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to say a big 'ol thank you to all you Vets out there. One thing you all know all too well, is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that freedom is not free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So on this day and every day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANX&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5927/3757/320/IMG_0332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even knowing how hard it is for some out there, I hope ya'all know that you have one Big Ass Redneck right here thinking of ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-115802344545078550?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115802344545078550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=115802344545078550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/115802344545078550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/115802344545078550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/five-years-ago-we-was-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134841.post-115785393396730301</id><published>2006-09-09T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T19:44:43.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Welp, Here goes nothing! I thought I would try what everyone eles is doing and do a "BLOG". &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing like a redneck playin' on the web huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5927/3757/320/IMG_0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Where to start...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, one thing ya might want to know is that I am a trucker. Ya know what I mean,18 wheels, big rig, Big Mutha Trucker, and the list goes on. I guess you could say I have it good, I get to see the states and other interesting things and get paid for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The company I work for I will keep to my self, but its an interesting one at that. I work with a group of people that are &lt;em&gt;truly special&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5927/3757/320/IMG_0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats next you should know??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welp, I am a family man. A great wife of 10 years and two wonderful children. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5927/3757/320/amyfav.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We all are pretty much a group of rednecks. From truck pulls to monster trucks, and Hawgs to tattoos, and lets not forget bonfires and a case of "Bud"(thats mine). We are about as redneck as it gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living in the middle of nowhere, on top of the PA mountains, we have it great. Up here I am able to walk in my undies and piss around the corner outside...I know you wanted to know that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welp, for the first time of trying this I think I am done for the night. I just done did had enough of trying to find the right keys and letters on this thing. Keep looking and reading, ya never know what just might pop up here ............Later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134841-115785393396730301?l=big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115785393396730301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134841&amp;postID=115785393396730301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/115785393396730301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134841/posts/default/115785393396730301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-redneck-small-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/welp-here-goes-nothing-i-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675506214475263228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
