<?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-2708179678157869954</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:28:39.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink up</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a boring blog about drinkin.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://first8timer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708179678157869954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://first8timer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267002439976709993</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708179678157869954.post-5142628368632341876</id><published>2010-08-31T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:38:03.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small bladders.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Every time I go out to the pub with my friends, they all know I have to sit on the outside of the booth.&amp;nbsp; I piss once every twenty minutes.&amp;nbsp; Is it because my bladders so small, or because I drink more than the normal person should?&amp;nbsp; Probably&amp;nbsp;a bit of both.&amp;nbsp; I've pissed on several of my girlfriends after going to sleep.&amp;nbsp; It's not a wise idea to chug a few beers before you inevitably pass out anyway(I'm a slow learner on thing like this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Last time I went to the pub, me and Bad Blake decided to stroll down to another bar within two minutes walking distance.&amp;nbsp; Normally I wouldn't be caught dead in this place, since I hate everyone employed by the bar, and it's full of snobby fucks.&amp;nbsp; But I went because I was half lit, and Bad Blake didn't want to go to meet a girl there alone.&amp;nbsp; When I'm in a place I don't like, I drink a lot(more than I usually do).&amp;nbsp; I'm not exactly sure what happened, but by the time we got back to the pub I was lit.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention the pit stop we made at the mexican resturaunt in between the snoody bar and the original pub.&amp;nbsp; I allegedly pissed on the window, in front of a family.&amp;nbsp; I'm not proud of the fact, but honestly who's going to bring their kids to a bar(Yes, the mexican resturaunt was one of the four or five bars we have in our small town) on a Saturday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Once we got back I started to 'come to'.&amp;nbsp; An hour passed, and then one of our finests came in and asked me to follow him out(Rookie mistake that I complied).&amp;nbsp; He arrested me for a Public Intoxication, and Indecent Exposure.&amp;nbsp; I was released the following morning on a couple hundred dollars for bond.&amp;nbsp; However, it violated my probation I'm on for a DUI I received earlier in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I missed my court date(Long story), so now I have a warrant on me.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I'd like to continue posting on this blog.&amp;nbsp; I'm turning myself into the authorities Thursday(A couple more nights drinking might settle my nerves).&amp;nbsp; Hopefully when I get back out(around 30 days) I'll have something more to write about if anyone's interested.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708179678157869954-5142628368632341876?l=first8timer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://first8timer.blogspot.com/feeds/5142628368632341876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://first8timer.blogspot.com/2010/08/small-bladders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708179678157869954/posts/default/5142628368632341876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708179678157869954/posts/default/5142628368632341876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://first8timer.blogspot.com/2010/08/small-bladders.html' title='Small bladders.'/><author><name>John Wayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267002439976709993</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></feed>
