<?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-2967169186812493464</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:16:25.776-05:00</updated><category term='Grindhouse'/><category term='Mongoloid'/><category term='Turds'/><category term='Manly'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='Cancer'/><category term='Pettinfuzz'/><category term='VW'/><category term='Fat'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Michael Moore'/><category term='Words'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='Poop'/><category term='Pirate'/><category term='Doug'/><category term='Nee'/><category term='College'/><category term='Games'/><category term='World'/><category term='Return'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Comment'/><category term='Sing'/><category term='Start'/><category term='Cum'/><category term='Dildo'/><category term='Viking'/><category term='Corn-Cob'/><category term='Canada'/><category term='Hiatus'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Condoms'/><category term='Shave'/><category term='Fairy'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Resurrection'/><category term='Drinking'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Guitar Hero 3'/><category term='Paris Hilton'/><category term='WoW'/><category term='Decisions'/><category term='Sink'/><category term='Debauchery'/><category term='Nickelodeon'/><category term='Wii'/><category term='Arms'/><category term='Feet'/><category term='Replace'/><category term='Cereal'/><category term='Glory'/><category term='Bathroom'/><category term='Special'/><category term='Nee&apos;s Mom'/><category term='Bus'/><category term='Moments'/><category term='Honda'/><category term='Giant'/><category term='Hitler'/><category term='Jean Claude'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Cortez'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Bed'/><category term='Wal-Mart'/><category term='Bad'/><category term='Handle-Bar Mustaches'/><category term='Post'/><category term='Activities'/><category term='Chosen Ones'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Robots'/><category term='Sexual'/><category term='Godly'/><category term='Senses'/><category term='Date'/><category term='Joe Rogan'/><category term='Puking'/><category term='Anal'/><category term='Tattoo'/><category term='Super Smash Bros. Brawl'/><category term='Cock-Fight'/><category term='STDs'/><category term='Mock'/><category term='Enlarged'/><category term='Weird'/><category term='Shows'/><category term='Characters'/><category term='Upgrades'/><category term='Abilities'/><category term='New'/><category term='Dirty'/><category term='Moon'/><category term='Farrington'/><category term='Bros'/><category term='Top Five'/><category term='Carlos Mencia'/><category term='Penis'/><category term='Taint'/><category term='Epic'/><category term='Links'/><category term='World War 3'/><category term='Burt Reynolds'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Prostate'/><category term='Blumpkin'/><category term='Loch Ness'/><category term='Pubes'/><category term='Asshole'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Ninja'/><category term='Drunk'/><category term='Peee'/><category term='Hispanics'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Embarassing'/><category term='Eyeballs'/><category term='Dragonforce'/><category term='War'/><category term='Boobs'/><category term='Terrorists'/><category term='Knees'/><category term='M.I.A'/><category term='Pimps'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Guitar'/><category term='Pennies'/><category term='Giving'/><category term='Communism'/><category term='Click'/><category term='Herman Li'/><category term='towel head'/><category term='Star Wars'/><category term='Whore'/><category term='Nessy'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='Tell Your Friends'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Shit'/><title type='text'>Almost Daily Top Fives</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily Top Fives, where everyday is a new chance for you to glorify yourself for knowing, or being a part of one of life's greatest mysteries, the top five. Almost, because, you know, we're lazy assholes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-2781247071059657973</id><published>2007-11-08T20:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:45:13.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debauchery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><title type='text'>Almost Daily My Ass</title><content type='html'>Yeah, well, what do you want from me? This is volunteer work people. Highest turnover rate, ever. Anyways, some sinking and drunken debauchery has occurred since last we Top Fived it. Canada can be marked off the to do list. I'm not sure it'll be the same now that I've shown the Canadians what real men look and act like. I only drove down one road and walked around one city, but I assume the whole country is the same. Which leads me to the Top Five...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Five Worst Things About Canada*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It Smells Like Shit - &lt;/span&gt;Their cities are mighty clean, but before you hit any of those cities plan on suffering through 50 miles of farmland. It's like the planned it so that the entire border to our country would smell like ass and ward off our superior genetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They Speak French - &lt;/span&gt;Prepare to understand 10% of the things and people you encounter. Although that's better than some countries, it's also French. Making it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Private Dance Girls Start Drinking At Noon - &lt;/span&gt;We have witnesses, and I know one man in Montreal that had a close encounter of both the sexy, and kick to the head kind. Also, they tend to flick their juices at you. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Their Money Looks Fake - &lt;/span&gt;I have a five dollar bill on me right now. The back consists mainly of children playing hockey. Wow. What a nation. The twenty has a boat of random things on it. They either gave up on design, or they just have nothing they cherish as a nation like honor or justice or even glory. Sounds like a pretty shitty country to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone is Canadian - &lt;/span&gt;It's obvious, yes, but you don't seem to understand the significance of it. They're from Canada. They're a people united under one... Leaf. Fucking faggots.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Come back tomorrow** for Top Five Best Things About Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Note: By Canada, I mean the small amount of the country I've actually been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Also Note: And by tomorrow, I meant the next time I update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-2781247071059657973?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/2781247071059657973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=2781247071059657973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2781247071059657973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2781247071059657973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/11/almost-daily-my-ass.html' title='Almost Daily My Ass'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-155280921676838380</id><published>2007-10-08T21:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:35:41.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Return'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pettinfuzz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five'/><title type='text'>Well Fuck My Ass</title><content type='html'>God damn it. Fucking Christ-muffins. Once again, I have returned to the Top Five. This one is for you Creez, you faggot. Since I have nothing better to Top Five, we're going to just mock Pettingrill, cause that's always funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Five Reasons Pettinfuzz Didn't Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He Was Changing My Oil - &lt;/span&gt;Do I mean that sexually? Hah, that's for you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He's Gay - &lt;/span&gt;You didn't see this coming? Honestly? What a bunch of idiots. I could go on and on about how he was picking flowers and giving hand jobs to passersby. But, I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He Was Partying - &lt;/span&gt;This isn't a bad excuse, really. I was there, I saw him partying. He was all reaching over beruit tables and trying to touch random underage chicks. What a true American Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He Was Praying to Steve Jobs - &lt;/span&gt;That's what Mac users do, right? They're the ones with the goat's blood and chickens I think. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt; they slit their wrists. Or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He Lacks the Testicular Fortitude - &lt;/span&gt;We all know it, but we don't speak it. I'm not trying to be cocky, but I have like, the Balls of Zeus. They're just... Mighty. You could compare them to Andre the Giant's fists. Anyways, what I'm getting at is it takes real cannon&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balls &lt;/span&gt;to put your Top Five up for everyone to see. It's like showing your genitals to the world. And I think he's a little afraid of showing us his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;length&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;* Note: Before writing this I had not actually spoken to Pettinfuzz on the matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-155280921676838380?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/155280921676838380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=155280921676838380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/155280921676838380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/155280921676838380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-fuck-my-ass.html' title='Well Fuck My Ass'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-636007958024326583</id><published>2007-09-20T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:58:01.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='towel head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wal-Mart'/><title type='text'>OMGZ It's Been 4 Days!</title><content type='html'>I just realized nee hasnt done an update in a few days. I've got a good one I'll do tonight. Until then, a joke my boss told me yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these 2 Indian guys move to America. When they get here, they make a bet over who will become more Americanized over the next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year later they meet up to see who won. The first guy says: &lt;br /&gt;"I've got you beat dude. I drive a Ford, I married a big boobed blond girl, and my kids only shop at Wal-Mart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second simply responds with:&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck you towel head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pettenfundle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-636007958024326583?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/636007958024326583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=636007958024326583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/636007958024326583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/636007958024326583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/09/omgz-its-been-4-days.html' title='OMGZ It&apos;s Been 4 Days!'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-8699472856733173019</id><published>2007-09-16T20:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:04:12.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar Hero 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragonforce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herman Li'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five'/><title type='text'>Sunday Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Trying out a new format, we'll see how people like it. No update on Saturday? No. This still is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Daily Top Fives, that's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; any different. Oh, and I hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e recently become aware that there actually is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.bizarremag.com/weird_world/body_world/6155/eye_tattooing.html"&gt;eyeball tattooing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, so number three from yesterday is henceforth now going to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3. The Clitoris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; - I'm sure the women will appreciate this. Ouch, man. I can't, don't even want to talk about it. It's making me feel sick just thinking about. It'd be like if a giant syringe was attacking our erections, and I don't like when that shit happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's Sunday night, the weekend is over. Shitty tit-tits. It was a decent weekend... Minus me leaving my windows open Friday night and the inside of my car getting soaked. Sunk. Check out this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;leaked set list for Guitar Hero 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tier 1:&lt;br /&gt;Foghat - Slow Ride&lt;br /&gt;Poison - Talk Dirty to Me&lt;br /&gt;Pat Benatar - Hit Me With Your Best Shot&lt;br /&gt;Social Distortion - Story of My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Encore: Kiss - Rock and Roll All Nite&lt;br /&gt;Co-op Encore: Beastie Boys - Sabotage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tier 2:&lt;br /&gt;Mountain - Mississippi Queen&lt;br /&gt;Alice Cooper - School’s Out&lt;br /&gt;Cream - Sunshine of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;Heart - Barracuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Boss: Tom Morello - Guitar Battle&lt;br /&gt;Encore: Rage Against the Machine - Bull’s on Parade&lt;br /&gt;Co-op Encore: The Strokes - Reptilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tier 3:&lt;br /&gt;The Killers - When You Were Young&lt;br /&gt;AFI - Miss Murder&lt;br /&gt;The Who - The Seeker&lt;br /&gt;Priestess - Lay Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Encore: Rolling Stones - Paint It Black&lt;br /&gt;Co-op Encore: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Suck My Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tier 4:&lt;br /&gt;Black Sabbath - Paranoid&lt;br /&gt;The Sex Pistols - Anarchy in the UK&lt;br /&gt;Sonic Youth - Kool Thing&lt;br /&gt;Weezer - My Name Is Jonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Encore: Pearl Jam - Evenflow&lt;br /&gt;Co-op Encore: Blue Oyster Cult - Cities on Flame with Rock and Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tier 5:&lt;br /&gt;The Dead Kennedy’s - Holiday in Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;Scorpions - Rock You Like a Hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith - Same Old Song and Dance&lt;br /&gt;ZZ Top - La Grange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Boss: Slash - Guitar Battle&lt;br /&gt;Encore: Guns N Roses - Welcome to the Jungle&lt;br /&gt;Co-op Encore: Bloc Party - Hellicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tier 6:&lt;br /&gt;Santana - Black Magic Woman&lt;br /&gt;Smashing Pumpkins - Cherub Rock&lt;br /&gt;White Zombie - Black Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Tenacious D - The Metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Encore: Stevie Ray Vaughn - Pride and Joy&lt;br /&gt;Co-op Encore: Matchbook Romance - Monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tier 7:&lt;br /&gt;Slipknot - Before I Forget&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed - Stricken&lt;br /&gt;Queens of the Stone Age - 3’s and 7’s&lt;br /&gt;Muse - Knights of Cydonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Encore: Living Colour - Cult of Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tier 8:&lt;br /&gt;Slayer - Raining Blood&lt;br /&gt;Eric Johnson - Cliffs of Dover&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden - Number of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;Metallica - One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Boss: Lou - Guitar Battle&lt;br /&gt;Encore: The Devil Went Down to Georgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bonus Tracks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An Endless Sporadic - Impulse&lt;br /&gt;Backyard Babies - Minus Celsius&lt;br /&gt;Bret Michaels Band - Go That Far&lt;br /&gt;Die Toten Hosen - Hier Kommit Alex&lt;br /&gt;Dragonforce - Through the Fire and the Flames&lt;br /&gt;Fall of Troy - FCP Remix&lt;br /&gt;Gallows - In the Belly of a Shark&lt;br /&gt;The Hellacopters - I’m in the Band&lt;br /&gt;Heroes del Silencio - Avalancha&lt;br /&gt;In Flames - Take This Life&lt;br /&gt;Kaiser Chiefs - Ruby&lt;br /&gt;Killswitch Engage - My Curse&lt;br /&gt;LA Slum Lords - Dow&lt;br /&gt;Dave says:&lt;br /&gt;LA Slum Lords - Down N Dirty&lt;br /&gt;Lacuna Coil - Closer&lt;br /&gt;Lions - Metal Heavy Lady&lt;br /&gt;NAAST - Mauvis Garcon&lt;br /&gt;Prototype - The Way It Ends&lt;br /&gt;Revolverhead - Generation Rock&lt;br /&gt;Rise Against - Prayer of the Refugee&lt;br /&gt;Scouts of St. Sebastian - In Love&lt;br /&gt;Senses Fail - Can’t Be Saved&lt;br /&gt;The Sleeping - Don’t Hold Back&lt;br /&gt;The Stone Roses - She Bangs the Drums&lt;br /&gt;Superbus - Radio Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think it looks pretty good. My new life mission is to beat Through the Fire and Flames on Expert. ...I'm now stalling because I can't think of a Top Five. You know, since I just made that comment about Dragonforce, I think it's time we paid them their due. Here it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Top Five Reasons Why Dragonforce Kicks Ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Good Slow Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; - Ugh, the slow song. The mellow track of the almost completely amazing album. Why are they there? No one knows, but it has been tradition since befor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e time began. But wait, is that a two minute solo I smell? Oh Dragonforce, you have truly stolen my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music Videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; - They're full of explosions, and closeups of the singers face. And during the solos, anything thing can happen. During one, the two guitarists, Herman Li and Sam Totman, are playing a video game where they are themselves and soloing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;at&lt;/span&gt; each other and doing damage and getting combos.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Song Length and Solo Length &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;- All of their songs are at least 7 minutes long because every one of them contains a dueling guitar solo that lasts for upwards of three minutes. They solo more on a daily basis than you eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Songs Combine Everything That is Sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; - Power metal, speed metal, epic fantasy metal, lost mountains, endless seas, so far away from home. I mean, nobody has gotten anything that right since God invented boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;1. Herman Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; - You have no idea, do you? Much like Jesus Christ, Herman Li's mother, Susan Li was touched by the holy spirit and thus, Herman Lee was born. Instead of turning water into wine, Li's magic is much more refined, and he spends much of his time practicing the art of soloing souls into redemption. He is also known for melting faces off and not speaking English very well. I've touched him, true story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-8699472856733173019?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/8699472856733173019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=8699472856733173019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8699472856733173019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8699472856733173019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-closer.html' title='Sunday Closer'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-4492710501571289048</id><published>2007-09-14T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:47:38.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyeballs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farrington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asshole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feet'/><title type='text'>Top Five Worst Places For a Tattoo</title><content type='html'>Alright, well, welcome to the new and improved version of the Top Five. I'm sorry I couldn't make this any more amazing for you, this is just how it is. So, what's new? Well. Each Top Five will be introduced by a short sort of news/opinion section, and then we'll get to the meat. I mean... Other than that it'll pretty much the same. Big deal? Maybe, but it's the first stepping stone to a better Top Five of tomorrow. Oh, I apologize for yesterday's, but it had to be done. You guys need to make some kind of noise. Not just Farrington telling me about how gay he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Top Five Worst Places For a Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Behind the Knees&lt;/span&gt; - People behind you can kind of make out something back there, but they're not quite sure what. Way to go, jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Bottom of the Feet&lt;/span&gt; - This is not only going to suck ass during the procedure since you'll be tickled and stabbed simultaneously, but it's also one of the hardest to show off areas. "Wanna see my tattoo? hold on, let me take my socks and shoes off." Retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Eyeballs&lt;/span&gt; - Well, you'll be blind, but you'll have a sick... Ruined... Remains of an eye. A fake eye would probably work out better if all you're looking for is style, but if you're looking for excruciating pain and poor results, than this is definitely the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The Taint&lt;/span&gt; - You guessed it! Here it is, the Taint! The area between your happy parts and your brown eye. Home to the grundliest castle I've ever seen, Castle Taint! Can you just imagine some stranger sculpting art in your hidden zone? Hope you washed before you went to get it. There is only one area worst than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Around the Asshole&lt;/span&gt; - Seriously. I mean, the concept is cool, but like, Why? So the five people that get intimate with your anus can see it? Or is your own private joke? And what if you had the shits the day you went to get it? Would the guy refuse? What is wrong with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-4492710501571289048?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/4492710501571289048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=4492710501571289048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4492710501571289048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4492710501571289048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-five-worst-places-for-tattoo.html' title='Top Five Worst Places For a Tattoo'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-8947952976372535300</id><published>2007-09-13T22:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:39:23.577-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tell Your Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five'/><title type='text'>Top Five Things You Should Do When You Read a Top Five</title><content type='html'>I'll finish before 12, so sink, three days straight. Things are going to be different around here at Top Fives, but it's for the better. After this rebirth week, we're going to try some new things. But for right now, here's your Top Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Cum&lt;/span&gt; - It's only five because of how obvious it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Be Excited&lt;/span&gt; - "Yeah, Top Five! I Love Neee, he really is Sink Sean Reynolds." I've heard it before and I'll hear it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Talk About Top Five Merchandise on the Facebook Group&lt;/span&gt; - I'm serious, just DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Tell Your Friends&lt;/span&gt; - Hey, maybe this thing can go big. Maybe not, but let your friends decide on their own. I can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Leave a Comment&lt;/span&gt; -  Good or bad I don't care. I'll listen to whatever you have to say, even if it's, "You like men." Just click the button and drop me one. A hefty one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-8947952976372535300?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/8947952976372535300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=8947952976372535300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8947952976372535300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8947952976372535300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-five-things-you-should-do-when-you.html' title='Top Five Things You Should Do When You Read a Top Five'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-75148667222297389</id><published>2007-09-12T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:40:32.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chosen Ones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Return'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons We're Back</title><content type='html'>Oh shit! Is this another Top Five? Are we back? Well I fucking guess, since that's the title, asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I Can't Take the Complaints&lt;/span&gt; - "When are you going to make another Top Five?" Well, I haven't made one in over two months and didn't plan on making another ever again, but just since you asked, I'm going to do one right fucking now. Homeless people come up to me on the street and beg me to give them a Top fucking Two, and I just can't take that shit no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Because I Can Write Them at Work&lt;/span&gt; - What? Do you care if I waste company time and money writing these? That's right, you don't. It's not like it matters anyways, I'll only work on them during lunch, or any other part of the day when I'm not working. Sink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I Need Bitches&lt;/span&gt; - I'd hate to admit it, but this shit gets girls more ready for sex than a roofie, and I need that kind of backup when I'm going in for the kill. I've been flaccid and lonely for too long, it's time for the hardening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. People Actually Enjoy Reading These&lt;/span&gt; - As much as I'd like to think otherwise, there are at least... Four people who like it, and making their day, can make my day that much better. They'll also help me when I'm convicted of rape. Right guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. We're the Chosen Ones&lt;/span&gt; - No, seriously. I was talking to God the other day and he was like, "You do know that you guys are the Chosen, right?" And I was like, "Well... That would explain a lot of things, including my manhood and its excessive largeness." So, long story short, short story long (my whang), we're going to save you guys from certain doom. You can log that one in your diaries and have wet dreams about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-75148667222297389?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/75148667222297389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=75148667222297389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/75148667222297389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/75148667222297389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-five-reasons-were-back.html' title='Top Five Reasons We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-7669069177644633545</id><published>2007-09-11T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:41:09.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pimps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons We Haven't Updated Since June 22</title><content type='html'>Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Cause You's a Bitch, and I'm Ain't&lt;/span&gt; - Straight up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. We're Lazy Faggots&lt;/span&gt; - We sit around and hump each other all day, that's just how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. We Had to Spread Sink&lt;/span&gt; - It's an ongoing process, and we can never truly stop, but the beginning was the hardest part and now we don't have to force it on people as much. ...Sink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Because Pee Hadn't Cum&lt;/span&gt; - He was in a downward spiral toward erectile dysfunction if something didn't happen. We grabbed his dick &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt;, and saved it before it went to the limp place in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Cause We're Pimps&lt;/span&gt; - Top Fives? Are you serious? There isn't enough time in the day to pimp bitches, please skanks (Mike Pettincrotch), and shoot thugs who don't know when to quit, let alone write mind blowing top fives. But, thanks to some persuasion of the high and mighty, and some stank ass nugs, we're back... Sink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-7669069177644633545?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/7669069177644633545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=7669069177644633545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/7669069177644633545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/7669069177644633545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-five-reasons-we-havent-updated.html' title='Top Five Reasons We Haven&apos;t Updated Since June 22'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-5782665987443336201</id><published>2007-06-22T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:48:25.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><title type='text'>Top Five Worst Parts of Drinking</title><content type='html'>Getting wasted is good. Being an alcoholic is bad. These are the top five worst parts of drinking, and hopefully we'll convince some people to just put the bottle down before they shit themselves, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Hangover&lt;/span&gt; - Although preventable or reduced by either induced yomiting (vomiting), water consumption before passy-outtie, or any number of other tricks (I hear drinking in moderation also helps, but fuck &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;), this is still a major downfall of drinking. You could have the greatest night of your life, and then wake up to find you're about to have the worst day of your life. You know something has gone awry when rock and roll and the sun make you want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Unwarranted Destruction&lt;/span&gt; - You've done it, I've done it, someone else has probably done it. Broken something by accident, and by accident I mean drunken stupidity. When you don't know them, or if you don't like them it doesn't really matter, but when you break your friend's parent's Ride-Or-Be-Ridden sex toy, it's full on Bad News Bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Everyone Will Know You're a Light Weight&lt;/span&gt; - Not everyone can be Pat Himes... Or Sink Sean Reynolds. Try drinking slowly, or mixing your drinks lightly, but one of these days you're going to get wasted much faster than everyone else and you know what? They're all going to laugh at you, mainly because you have a small dick and wanted them to see, but regardless, you'll be the center of some very unwanted attention, and will probably end up being written, peed, and stacked upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Rape&lt;/span&gt; - It's either rape, or be raped. Or fondled. Or groped. Or molested. Bring roofies and keep a sharp eye on your drink, and try not to pass out while in the presence of a large black man named Buba, they always like young suburban man ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Overall Bad Decision Making&lt;/span&gt; - Tequila, girl, broken glass, cops, herpes. That's all that needs to be said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-5782665987443336201?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/5782665987443336201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=5782665987443336201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5782665987443336201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5782665987443336201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-five-worst-parts-of-drinking.html' title='Top Five Worst Parts of Drinking'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-8189028343793595764</id><published>2007-06-18T20:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:00:59.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upgrades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penis'/><title type='text'>Top Five Penile Upgrades</title><content type='html'>Now, I'm not saying the penis &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; upgrades, I mean, well, not to brag, but mine can satisfy three women and two men at the same time. What I'm saying here is if someone of Michael Moore's penile structure (small and child-like), or his wallet size were to want to improve their near-manhood without lengthening or thickening, this is the path they would take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Chrome&lt;/span&gt; - How didn't you see this one coming? It's like instead of getting a Porsche because you have a small dick, you chrome your dick so it looks much cooler, but in the end, you still can't satisfy women... And you're dick is now probably useless (Not that it wasn't in the first place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Spikes&lt;/span&gt; - The only problem with this is the more easily you can afford it, the less spikes your penis will be able to hold. There's a long complicated math formula for determining ones penis length based on the size of his bank account and profession, but I'm not going to go into it now. Spikes, people. They tear vaginas apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Metal Balls&lt;/span&gt; - No more grabbing your groin and falling down in pain. Also, no more children, so freeze some sperm before you go ahead with this. Of course, if you're like me, you don't need this kind of upgrade. God has personally touched my balls and blessed them. Is that gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Improved Lube Reservoir&lt;/span&gt; - In case you weren't aware, male genitalia does have a lubricant creation station. However, it's a bit lacking. What we need is more lube, and lubier lube! It'll be like the penis' sub weapon. It would probably look like we were peeing, but with a massive erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Auto-Jack Off &lt;/span&gt;- Think of it like having a friend put a vibrating, heated, flesh lite on your johnson and... Well, you can figure the rest out on your own. Women wouldn't be needed anymore. We'd be free to play video games all day and let our auto-jackers beat our meat until our balls detach from our bodies. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-8189028343793595764?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/8189028343793595764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=8189028343793595764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8189028343793595764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8189028343793595764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-five-penile-upgrades.html' title='Top Five Penile Upgrades'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-6918843383964078503</id><published>2007-06-14T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:26:40.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cereal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bed'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons I'm Going To Get Cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. You Are Boring Me&lt;/span&gt; - It's true. I'm really not entertained at all by talking to you. I mean you go on and on about how your mom has cancer or you dad was caught with an Asian prostitute or how you found a $45 solution to global warming. Who gives a shit? All I'm saying is i would much rather spend my time eating cereal than listening to you talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. It's The Only Thing That Makes Me Happy&lt;/span&gt; - At the end of the day, I always know that cereal will be there for me to fill the empty void that is my existence... I mean stomach. Yeah, stomach. Fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Need Fuel For Power Hour&lt;/span&gt; - What, like you don't before you go to bed. Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I Promised Your Mom Breakfast in Bed&lt;/span&gt; - I just didn't tell her breakfast was at 12 am, in MY bed. Oh, she wanted me to remind you to let the dog out in the morning, cause she won't be home in the morning. She'll be in my bed. With me. Doin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I'm Hungry! &lt;/span&gt;- Why else do you eat cereal? Crunchatize Me Captain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-6918843383964078503?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/6918843383964078503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=6918843383964078503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/6918843383964078503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/6918843383964078503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-five-reasons-im-going-to-get-cereal.html' title='Top Five Reasons I&apos;m Going To Get Cereal'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-5260011844801541602</id><published>2007-06-13T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:27:24.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handle-Bar Mustaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.I.A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons Nick Would Go M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>Last night was frightening, folks. My jolly and mostly hetero life mate, Nick, was no where to be found. In a frantic attempt to find my lost brethren, I used that omnipotent, glorious  device known as the Internet to check his away message. The only information i could gather from this was that, wherever he was, he had Swamp Ass. Things were graver than i had expected. Luckily, Nick appeared today, unscathed and maybe even dry-assed. Well, we here at Top Fives speculated where Nick could have been in those hours of darkness. Without further adieu, the Top Five reasons Nick would disappear like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Joined the Three Six Mafia&lt;/span&gt; - Don't hate, the kid flows like Jay-Z after a box of Ex-Lax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. There was a Slight Weapons Malfunction&lt;/span&gt; - But everything is perfectly alright, now. We're fine, we're all fine, here, now, thank you. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Succumbed to Terrorism - &lt;/span&gt;Now that Nick has his cushy government job, he has become the primary target of every towel-headed Camel Jockey who has a boner for Holy War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet&lt;/span&gt; - If there is one thing Nick likes more than hot man chicken and experience points, its food. Now, god forbid, that some establishment could create a spread that would take this unstoppable eating machine more than 45 minutes to decimate, the consequences would be dire. The amount of food and small children that would be consumed in the crossfire would leave even the Middle East in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The American Dream&lt;/span&gt; - Well, Nick has about had it with the tumultuous life in suburban New Hampshire. He up and left his for a new life, one that consists of more than just  bacon sandwiches and Power-Hour Masturbation. He left into the great wide open, and eloped with his gay lover, who happens to be President of the Nashville Handle-Bar Mustache Club. Live the Dream, Nick. Live the Dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-5260011844801541602?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/5260011844801541602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=5260011844801541602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5260011844801541602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5260011844801541602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-five-reasons-nick-would-go-mia.html' title='Top Five Reasons Nick Would Go M.I.A.'/><author><name>Peeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625289473080192319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2066/peeemf9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-7591949161729179051</id><published>2007-06-13T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:21:27.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Click'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nee&apos;s Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Links'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons You Should Click All Those Links On The Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. You Might Find Something Useful&lt;/span&gt; - Who knows? I don't even know what those links are for, but who knows? If you click it it might be the second best website you went to today? Right behind the Top Five. Okay, maybe third best, behind the Top Five, and that beastiality site you found "by accident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. If You Click Each One 3 Times...&lt;/span&gt; - The Magical Internet Fairy* will visit your computer and sprinkle its magical dust** on your PC and you will never have lag again!&lt;br /&gt;   * The Magical Intenet Fairy is actually Neee in a fairy suit.&lt;br /&gt;   ** The Magical Dust is actually metal filings and might actually fry your processor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We Told You To&lt;/span&gt; - Don't lie, you have no personal opinion or free will. You do as we say and thats the end of it. Now make me a sandwich! With some waffle fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. We Make Money, and Might Make Shirts&lt;/span&gt; - It's true, we make money each time you click those links. Not much at all, but some, and whats good for us is good for you. If we make enough, and there is interest, we might make shirts with awesome Top Five graphics on them. Sink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The Count Is Down&lt;/span&gt; - This is just unacceptable. The number on clicks this past month, is lower than when we first started the Five and had like, 3 readers, one of which was Neee's mom... So click the links before we rape every single one of you. Oh, and thanks for supporting the Top Five! Your reader loyalty is what keeps us going with this thing. But CLICK THE LINKS DAMMIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-7591949161729179051?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/7591949161729179051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=7591949161729179051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/7591949161729179051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/7591949161729179051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-five-reasons-you-should-click-all.html' title='Top Five Reasons You Should Click All Those Links On The Right'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-2342735273946412844</id><published>2007-06-11T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:31:39.124-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cortez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pubes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burt Reynolds'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons to Shave Your Pubes.</title><content type='html'>I was watching the Presidential Debates a few days ago and a question was posed to the candidates about their thoughts and beliefs on pubic landscaping. While it's a touchy subject up on Capital Hill, nothing here at Top Fives is sacred. Lets get this going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Totally Makes Your Johnson Look Bigger&lt;/span&gt; - Kumar, like the Dali Llama before him, sat upon his throne of enlightenment and uttered those words with sage-like wisdom. Take this with you, people, and be merry! I mean, its not like I need to do make it look bigger. Its friggin' huge. Generally speaking. Well, its certainly not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; small. Hmm. Next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. To Piss Off Your Roommates&lt;/span&gt; - Lets be honest. That hair that is scattered across your bathroom like it was dropped from a goddamn Crop Duster can only come from one place. Its inevitable that your roommates will suspect the worse when he finds it on his toothbrush. So, you might as well have some fun with it. Explore your surroundings. In my experience, I highly recommend the kitchen and passenger seat of his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Physics&lt;/span&gt; - Mathematically, it makes sense to shave your pubes. Theres less wind resistance, therefore you may thrust with such great justice and glory, the kind of justice and glory that has only been transcribed in The Great Gatsby.     I.E. A Torpedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Convenient Navigation &lt;/span&gt;- Remember when Cortez traveled across the Atlantic in search of vast riches and comical genocide? Well, much to his dismay, he had to navigate his way through the dense underbrush of the South American Rainforest, risking life and limb. Its an analogy people. Don't be that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Artistic Outlet&lt;/span&gt; - Well, while you are down there trimmin' the hedges, might as well get creative with it.  I once had fashioned Burt Reynolds into my Pubis, and needless to say, the ladies loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-2342735273946412844?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/2342735273946412844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=2342735273946412844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2342735273946412844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2342735273946412844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-five-reasons-to-shave-your-pubes.html' title='Top Five Reasons to Shave Your Pubes.'/><author><name>Peeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625289473080192319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2066/peeemf9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-2411462143464675533</id><published>2007-06-07T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:28:42.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cock-Fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corn-Cob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communism'/><title type='text'>Top 5 Worst Ways To Die</title><content type='html'>This one is a reader submission. Not in the sexual sense...well..maybe? But anyways, here you go! Thanks Courtney! (The Canadian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.) The Jerry Springer Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;Let us establish something first: Hell hath no fury like a cross-dressing midget who’s wife just revealed to the world that she was impregnated by three out of the four members of White Snake. And when said midget comes at you with a folding chair, you’re going to wish your papa never plugged your mamma at that drive-in theater twenty years ago. It’s not the hit that will kill you, however – your demise will come via the stampede of rioting audience members who break through the bodyguards to get closer to their beloved JERRY! JERRY! As your broken body expels what is left in your dying bowels, remember that this lovely sight will go down in Jerry Springer history, which will play over and over again on clip shows. Your death will be the delight of knocked up teenagers and NASCAR fans everywhere. Does that make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.) Cock Fight - &lt;/span&gt;Imagine, if you will, your funeral. Imagine that people care enough to come to your funeral. Then imagine this conversation going on at sad funeral:&lt;br /&gt;  Friend 1: This is so tragic. How did he die?&lt;br /&gt;  Friend 2: Cock fight.&lt;br /&gt;  Friend 1:  . . . excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;  Friend 2: he fell into the middle of a cock fight. It wasn’t pretty.&lt;br /&gt;  Friend 1: I . . . bet it wasn’t.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to break it to you, slick, but Friend 1 will assume that ‘Cock’, in this case, meant ‘Penis’. And not just any penis, mind you, but big, black, sodomizing penis. Good luck getting that street named after you now, faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.) Historical Reenactment&lt;/span&gt; - Sometimes, very lonely men dress up as soldiers from the Civil War and fight each other. With fake guns. If you are one of these special people, and find yourself dying from massive blood loss in a ditch, remember that it only gets worse. Because they never check the field of battle afterwards (Because, lets face it, there really isn’t any battle), you’ll be left out there to die alone, questioning your choice to fight as a fake Confederate soldier. When the police do find your body, however, your attire will point to the obvious – you will be named as a crazed racist who believed that the institution of slavery should live on. Your wife will be killed by the Reverend Al Sharpton. Your son will serve fate number 4 on this list – and not the rooster fate. The big black penis fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.) Siamese Twin Separation Surgery&lt;/span&gt; - I’m sure the operation is horrible. But the worse part would be being the loser twin who actually died said operation. From then on, you’d be known as the overgrown tumor. The overgrown tumor that was attached to that weird, disfigured kid who always took two milks at school lunch. Motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.) Communism&lt;/span&gt; - Dying because all of your food and worldly possessions were taken by a well-dressed dictator is rough enough. Your death, however, will give power to every university yuppie, capitalist, and Republican. They will stand on their pile of poverty-stricken orphans, point to your rotting corpse, and say “See, I told you it didn’t work”. They will go on to pick up a tall mocha latte from Starbucks and flip through the Fox News webpage on their iBook. While listening to their mother fucking iPod. How do you feel now, you Russian bastard? Your death supported the growth of Macintosh Computers and really overpriced coffee beverages. How the fuck do you sleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deaths That Didn’t Make the List&lt;/span&gt; - Corn Cob, Postal Service, The Holocaust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-2411462143464675533?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/2411462143464675533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=2411462143464675533' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2411462143464675533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2411462143464675533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-5-worst-ways-to-die.html' title='Top 5 Worst Ways To Die'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-8718592381656171386</id><published>2007-06-06T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:49:08.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abilities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>Neeee's Top Five Special Abilities</title><content type='html'>It's true, I am amazing, and with that in mind, I thought I'd give you all a taste of the goodness that is me. These are my top five special abilities (that you can know about without me having to kill you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Power Sit&lt;/span&gt; - I can kill a man with a single sit. I'm not proud of it, but it's happened, and it can again, so back the fuck off before I put my ass where your body is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Rape&lt;/span&gt; - What do you mean this isn't a special ability? Well of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; everyone can rape, that's obvious you moron. To me, rape is an art form. I am like the Picasso of forcing myself inside of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Speed Shit&lt;/span&gt; - In and out in under two minutes, if all goes well. I am completely serious with this one people. I don't pretend like I understand why or how. It comes in handy... Well, pretty much whenever I shit. I am quite the opposite of my father, who brings in today's newspaper, the bible, and the Lord of the Rings trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Man Boob Slap&lt;/span&gt; - This sounds like a Pokemon attack. I don't really need to explain this, you can either imagine (you probably don't want to), have seen it, or have been struck by it,  and if you have been struck by it, you know of its scarring and IQ dropping properties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Instant Ejaculation&lt;/span&gt; - The title of this one kind of stretches the truth a bit. It isn't truly instant, it's more like, touch, two second pause, spurt spurt. Kind of like waking the angry drunk. You poke at him, and he slowly rolls over, opens an eye, and spits at you, then rolls back over and sleeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-8718592381656171386?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/8718592381656171386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=8718592381656171386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8718592381656171386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8718592381656171386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/06/neeees-top-five-special-abilities.html' title='Neeee&apos;s Top Five Special Abilities'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-4251168172878556760</id><published>2007-06-05T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:42:04.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nickelodeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Top 5 Nickelodeon Shows From The 90's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. GUTS (or Global GUTS)&lt;/span&gt; - You remember, 3 kids from around the country, or the world in the case of Global GUTS, would battle it out in awesome little competitions that really didn't matter, because when it came down to the end, it was all about the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agro-Crag." &lt;/span&gt;Even tho they had cool nicknames and knee pads, we all knew we could do better. But it was still fun watching Jose' (Laser) from Mexico try to play basket ball while hanging from a huge bungee cord. Plus Mike O'Malley hosted it with some Austrailian chick! Whats not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rocko's Modern Life &lt;/span&gt;- This show really had no plot. It was just a bunch of random shit with really weird characters. Lets see, Rocko was a wallaby, Heffer was his best friend (a fat cow), his neighbors were toads who were clearly doin' it all the time, and I think he had a pet dog too. Man, that sounds oddly like my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Doug&lt;/span&gt; - Doug was just awesome. From the obvious rainbow of skin colors, probably to teach us about equality (what a joke, hah, equality) to the life lessons about lusting after the hottest chick in school (Patty Mayonnaise), Doug was truly a show worth watching. Speaking of Doug's big crush, we all knew it would end up like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img231.imageshack.us/img231/8694/doughowcoulduqs7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img231.imageshack.us/img231/8694/doughowcoulduqs7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Adventures of Pete and Pete &lt;/span&gt;- This show was just a great show about being a kid. From that magical "extra" hour we get from daylight savings time, to renewing your penny's good luck by having a train run over it. This was just a classic. Plus if I recall right, Pete had a tattoo of a girl on his arm he could make dance and distract his dad. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Are You Afraid Of The Dark&lt;/span&gt; - Everyone loved this show. Every week a bunch of kids would go to a campfire somewhere, and start to share a scary story, at which point the show would then show us. We all got scared, don't lie you homo. Every week was a new story, and they were all good, and somewhat scary. Can't ask for more, and if you do then you're a selfish idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-4251168172878556760?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/4251168172878556760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=4251168172878556760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4251168172878556760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4251168172878556760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-5-nickelodeon-shows-from-90s.html' title='Top 5 Nickelodeon Shows From The 90&apos;s'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-2682303030624142157</id><published>2007-06-04T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:12:24.449-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loch Ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nessy'/><title type='text'>Top Five Things the Loch Ness Monster Could Be</title><content type='html'>He has new video footage of him somewhere... If you're interested in it, either look yourselves, or ask, I'm pretty sure I can find it. Anyways, top five things Nessy could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. A Pocket of Gas Reflecting Light From Jupiter &lt;/span&gt;- Pockets of  gas reflecting light have done more bizarre things than this. The Great Chicago Fire, the Titanic, Elvis, the Dark Ages. The list goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. A Big Fucking Dino-Fish&lt;/span&gt; - I'm no scientist, but that shits sick! I mean, if Nessy was real, yeah, that'd be the most balla thing this century, in terms of science. In terms of non-science, I am the most balla thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. My Dick&lt;/span&gt; - What can I say? It's big... And scaly! And... Has somehow detached from my body and has been roaming Scotland for longer than I have been alive. Yeah, my penis is just that good. (Who didn't see that one coming? Seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Queen Elizabeth II's Disowned Child&lt;/span&gt; - She doesn't want to talk about it, and neither do I! Well, actually I do. It was back in the 40's, she was 39 and a cougar if ever I were to see one. We were at this party... Lots and lots of booze. Long story short, she went naked in the big ass prehistoric fish tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. A Giant Sentient Extraterrestrial Turd&lt;/span&gt; - You may not understand why now, but someday, when we have the technology, we will be able to make our turds sentient too. The possibilities of turds are endless! First they will be the next generation of Pet Rocks, and then sentient turds will replace soldiers and workers.  Soon after, cybernetic turds. That's when we can stop working, and let our shit do our work for us. Sink! As for what's in the lake? That's a big fucking dookie with eyes from Mars. They're just keeping an eye on the Scottish. Something we should all try to do. They're tricky bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-2682303030624142157?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/2682303030624142157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=2682303030624142157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2682303030624142157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2682303030624142157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-five-things-loch-ness-monster-could.html' title='Top Five Things the Loch Ness Monster Could Be'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-4802211106180986492</id><published>2007-06-03T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:52:00.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blumpkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STDs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Top 5 Things Every Guy Should Know Part 1</title><content type='html'>I say part 1 because lets face it, we need to know more than 5 things. Let's just consider these 5 things, the top 5 of the night.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If There is Grass on the Field, Play Ball&lt;/span&gt; - And if nothing is growing, plant some seeds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Lid Down: Only for Brown&lt;/span&gt; - No one wants to sit on a wet seat, and we all know the aiming changes every time, so we won't hold it against you. But do everyone, especially the ladies (they won't let this one go), and help keep the seat clean for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. There is Nothing Better than a Blumpkin&lt;/span&gt; - As Peeee would describe this, it is, "The glorious apex of two of the world's greatest creations becoming one." Urban Dictionary if you don't know it, Noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. There is no Honor in Puking in a Toilet&lt;/span&gt; - Granted there is no shame in it either. It happens to the best of us, but please, if you must yak, do it in/on something funny, or perhaps expensive, to make the story that much more glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Bros Before Hoes&lt;/span&gt; - She may be hot, and she might be an amazing cook, or just great in bed, but remember your bros come first. Because, after the break-ups, the knock-ups, and the burn of that potential STD subsides, your bros will always be there to help you get back on your feet, and call you a huge homo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-4802211106180986492?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/4802211106180986492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=4802211106180986492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4802211106180986492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4802211106180986492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-5-things-every-guy-should-know-part.html' title='Top 5 Things Every Guy Should Know Part 1'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-3897211845059178842</id><published>2007-05-31T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:28:14.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons Neee Is The Only One Who Updates</title><content type='html'>Inspired by the recent, dare I call them &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;attacks&lt;/span&gt;, on Peee and myself for not updating, here is our combined list of 5 (we had to cut it down from about 57) reasons Neeee updates the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Don't Need the Top Five to Get Chicks&lt;/span&gt; - Now don't get me wrong, if this thing gets Neeee chicks, good for him. But the truth is, Peee and I don't need the Top Five to get girls. Does it help? Sure! But so do charisma and wit, something neither Peee nor myself contain, but manage to get the job done without anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. It's Easy to Type From the Catcher Position&lt;/span&gt; - What else is he gonna do while he's down there? Notice the last few posts have been about Peee and I? Why do you think that is? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think &lt;/span&gt;about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. He Needs Something to Do &lt;/span&gt;-  In between playing Pokemon and Guitar Hero, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. He Can't Maintain an Erection&lt;/span&gt; - While me and Peee are doing Marathon Eiffel Tower's on underage biddies, Nick spends his time writing Top Fives with misplaced hope that Thumper will stir in his pants one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. His Mom Thinks it Makes Him Seem "Cool"&lt;/span&gt; - And moms &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; know what's cool. I mean, think about your mom, she's cool right? ...Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sub Point&lt;/span&gt; - Virtual "friends" are all that make his otherwise flaccid existence valid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-3897211845059178842?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/3897211845059178842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=3897211845059178842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/3897211845059178842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/3897211845059178842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-five-reasons-neee-is-only-one-who.html' title='Top Five Reasons Neee Is The Only One Who Updates'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-8448581501124902171</id><published>2007-05-30T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:28:27.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pettinfuzz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons Why Peeee and Pettinphile Won't Write Top Fives</title><content type='html'>I figured I'd continue on with yesterday's. And no harm intended, this is just for fun folks, I'm just slamming these guys to get a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cleverness is Not Their Forte&lt;/span&gt; - They're not even allowed to watch Yo Momma, let alone try to construct a yo momma joke on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They Don't Have The Testicular Fortitude&lt;/span&gt; - You think this is easy? My balls are coated with lead (all natural), and they're about the size of a watermelon. Why can't you see them? I hide them in my ass.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They Have Better Things to Do&lt;/span&gt; - Like men, each other, little boys, and eat sperm. Did I mention they're gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're Both Gay &lt;/span&gt;- With each other. I've never seen DA (Double Anal) before, until I met these queefs. Their breath is ass-tastic, and their balls are clean enough to eat off of (Because they suck them so hard, for the tards that didn't get it). What does this have to do with them not doing Top Fives? Women scare them, and they don't want to do anything that might attract them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. They Could Care Less About You&lt;/span&gt; - This whole thing, everything this is, is for you guys. The readers. I don't do this because it makes me cum (that's just a benefit), I do this because you guys told me that you liked it and wanted more. But these two fucks? I saw a guy tell them he liked Top Fives, and they immediately started shitting on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-8448581501124902171?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/8448581501124902171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=8448581501124902171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8448581501124902171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8448581501124902171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-five-reasons-why-peeee-and.html' title='Top Five Reasons Why Peeee and Pettinphile Won&apos;t Write Top Fives'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-486755611961733122</id><published>2007-05-29T16:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:29:10.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pettinfuzz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons Peeee or Pettinphile Should Do a Top Five</title><content type='html'>You want a new top five? You got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I Write Most of These&lt;/span&gt; - Seriously. Wasn't this a joint effort in the beginz0r? Step up to the plate, boys. If this were Halo, I'd be running around with teh sniper and going on killing sprees while you two would be shooting walls and each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. They Could Get The Girls&lt;/span&gt; - You all know of my extensive sex life and all the p00nani I get. Maybe these two shmucks can hop on the wetness train and join me. It's lonely in the middle of the five some when you're the only guy. Wait, no it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. It's Like Cumming &lt;/span&gt;- It's like having sex with a woman and cumming to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. All Hope Might Be Lost&lt;/span&gt; - This blog inspires. It inspires and encourages justice, honor, glory, prejudice and sexism. What would the world do without us reminding them that women don't have rights, or that getting stabbed in the heart is balla? Tragic, my friends. Tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I Will Crush Them&lt;/span&gt; - I weigh more than both of them combined. My dick alone weighs almost as much as Peeee. My fists could rip out the souls of inmates, so they'll have no trouble tearing out these two's balls through their lower lips. Don't bother running or hiding. I can smell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-486755611961733122?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/486755611961733122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=486755611961733122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/486755611961733122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/486755611961733122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-five-reasons-peeee-or-pettinphile.html' title='Top Five Reasons Peeee or Pettinphile Should Do a Top Five'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-7107670748586457415</id><published>2007-05-24T02:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T03:08:43.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Replace'/><title type='text'>Top Five Things to Replace Your Arms</title><content type='html'>Arms are gay, top five, GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Bubble Blowers &lt;/span&gt;- You'll be the life of the park until the kids inhale or ingest your bubble goodness, then you'll be explaining yourself to a judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Blades&lt;/span&gt; - This is the most obvious choice. I cannot mention any names, but some of you know who I'm talking about. As a side note, if you haven't already seen 300, see it, and send me your testosterone droplets. They aren't tears, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Nothing&lt;/span&gt; - Be an amputee and collect disability insurance, it's all the rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Hydraulic Dildos&lt;/span&gt; - No explanation is required here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Tap and Keg &lt;/span&gt;- Strap a keg onto your side, run some minor tubes through your body, and add a sick neon tap to the other side and you'll be partying in no time. Now, all that beer will be pumped through your system, so be prepared to be wasted. Very wasted. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What didn't make the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVs &lt;/span&gt;- What is this, Pimp My Ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rockets&lt;/span&gt; - Overdone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Olsen Twins&lt;/span&gt; - Too risque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wings&lt;/span&gt; - Gay, I'm too fat to fly anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-7107670748586457415?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/7107670748586457415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=7107670748586457415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/7107670748586457415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/7107670748586457415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-five-things-to-replace-your-arms.html' title='Top Five Things to Replace Your Arms'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-5076773203903861897</id><published>2007-05-22T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:08:58.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pennies'/><title type='text'>Top Five Things to Do With Pennies</title><content type='html'>Honestly, pennies suck ass. They're going to be gone soon and what are we, the people, going to do with our enormous collections of worthless copper? Here's where Daily Top Fives comes into your daily lives, this is Top Five Things to do with Pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Melt Them Down&lt;/span&gt; - They're worth more as copper piping than they are as pennies, why not get their worth out of them? A word of caution, however; consult a professional, Daily Top Fives is not responsible for accidents caused when attempting melting down of pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Pay 25 Cents to Have One Squished Into Something&lt;/span&gt; - A picture is worth a thousand words, a flat penny with a symbol stamped on is only worth 25 cents, plus a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Put One in Your Nose&lt;/span&gt; - We're all children on the inside, some of us more than others. So start the car as your prepare to send that coin to where only your finger has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Trick Your Little Brother&lt;/span&gt; - You know the routine, "Wanna see something cool? Stick the penny in the socket. Yeah, trust me, it's wicked cool. Oh it hurt? You did it wrong, it's the other hole." ROFLCOPTERS ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Construct a Gun the Fires Them&lt;/span&gt; - It'll be like a BB only... A penny. Advantages over BBs? Uhh... Less accurate, more costly, funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other things that didn't make the cut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super glue them to the sidewalk or floor and watch poor people try to pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw hand fulls at people you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a statue out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill two bags with them and tie them together, making some kind of flail/nun-chuck weapon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-5076773203903861897?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/5076773203903861897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=5076773203903861897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5076773203903861897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5076773203903861897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-five-things-to-do-with-pennies.html' title='Top Five Things to Do With Pennies'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-2407387714758899493</id><published>2007-05-20T20:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:50:38.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit'/><title type='text'>Top Five Worst Shit Types</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the delay, but after some encouragement from silent fans, I've decided to get back up and continue writing. This particular top five might cause vomiting in the weak of stomach, so I caution you to only continue if you think you can handle it. I don't allow vomiting on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Meltdown&lt;/span&gt; - Taco Bell or Mexican food often has this effect on people. It has many names, and many consistencies but there is one thing they all have in common; you're going to be using quite a bit of toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Sequels/Trilogies&lt;/span&gt; - I have a personal grudge against this three part episode, but we're not going to get into that. The trilogy is when you know you got to go big, but when you go, it is but a portion of the beast within. It will take either two or three trips to the restroom before you're done, and while each portion is different, the beginning has remnants of the prior shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Brick&lt;/span&gt; - Massive, rock hard, unforgiving. No, I'm not talking about my genitals, although I could be. Not. Anyways, this shit has been known to cause rectal bleeding and crying in small children. Be cautious, sometimes it's better to let this bad boy slide out when he's ready than to cram him through your porthole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Toxic&lt;/span&gt; - This is the shit where you walk into the public bathroom and say, "AUGH, what died in here?" As you realize what you've done, you ashamedly rush to wipe and leave before someone close to you finds out that you dropped the bomb right before he went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Jalapeño&lt;/b&gt; - It's spicy, and by no means friendly. No matter the consistency or the amount, this irritating shit leaves your butthole burning long after you've flushed it's remains to shit hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-2407387714758899493?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/2407387714758899493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=2407387714758899493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2407387714758899493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2407387714758899493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-five-worst-shit-types.html' title='Top Five Worst Shit Types'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-4589671908357133314</id><published>2007-04-19T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T01:53:25.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embarassing'/><title type='text'>Neeee's Top Five Most Embarassing Moments</title><content type='html'>This is just a quickly thought up top five concerning my personal life. Oh, and all of these did happen, by the way. No bullshit today! Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Father Confronting me About Porn Sites&lt;/span&gt; - I was... I think eleven? Maybe a little more, maybe a little less. I was just starting to delve into my porn obsession, when my father had a little chat with me one day about how he's been seeing porn in the history on the computer. "History? The fuck is that?" I thought to myself at the time. Of course, I blamed it all on my brother... He didn't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Kids Asking Me if I Masturbated&lt;/span&gt; - I had just moved to a new town, I was thirteen or fourteen. I was very withdrawn and depressed after the move and had no real friends. After awhile, the kids who sat in the back of the bus invited me into their domain. I complied, but still didn't talk much. One day, they were talking about masturbating and the entire time I was looking out the window thinking, "For the love of God don't talk to me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; if there is a kind and merciful God, don't let them talk to me." At this point in my life, I wasn't very open with my sexuality, it was still a taboo subject with me. I suppose you figured out they asked me, since it's the title of this section. One of the only girls, turned to me and asked me if I masturbated. I stuttered and said, "N... No." My face then became a shade of red I don't think exists in nature. She then declared to everyone that I was lying, and I think I blocked the rest out of my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Brother Almost Catching me Masturbating&lt;/span&gt; - You know the story, you're in your room having a good time during the day, because for some reason you can't wait until night, and suddenly you hear footsteps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; outside your door. Well, I was on my computer so I threw my shirt over my night stick, and hunched over like I was looking at something on the floor as the door opened. There is no way he didn't know what I was doing. He must have noticed my quick movements, and while he was talking there were muffled sounds on the computer, accompanied by rapid clicks, as I remained hunched over, but continued to stare at the screen. I appreciated the fact that he kept our encounter brief. And yes, I did continue afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Mother Almost Catching me Masturbating&lt;/span&gt; - No, this isn't the same story as the previous one. Why? Because the first sound I heard was my door knob turning, so the only thing helping me out is my bent over body, which doesn't help much. Also, she insisted on talking to me for a good five minutes while I was bent over my whang, probably red in the face. The only thing that saved me was the fact that she didn't really enter my room, but just stayed in the doorway. If she had taken two steps... She would have been really impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Getting Sung Happy Birthday at Applebees&lt;/span&gt; - I swear, there is nothing worse than going to a restaurant and having a group of strangers sing Happy Birthday to you, while another, larger, group of people watch it. Especially when you didn't see it coming at all. I mean, my birthday was in two weeks, why would they? Oh, just to embarrass me. Thanks mom and dad, I'm going to go to the bathroom now and slit my wrists. This is the reason why I make a rule to never go out to eat within a month of my birthday. Never again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-4589671908357133314?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/4589671908357133314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=4589671908357133314' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4589671908357133314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4589671908357133314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/04/neeees-top-five-most-embarassing.html' title='Neeee&apos;s Top Five Most Embarassing Moments'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-1746715928350991484</id><published>2007-04-15T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:41:32.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Smash Bros. Brawl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Characters'/><title type='text'>Top Five Characters We'd Like to See in Super Smash Bros. Brawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here is a game most of us are excited for and this is a question that often comes up in discussions about the game. So, here is our list of top five characters we'd like to see, and with each, a short description of them in game and their Super Smash (their special ability).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cloud Strife&lt;/span&gt; - Think Link, but stronger and more geared toward close range, but his sword has longer reach. Most of his moves are based on his sword, but he draws on materia to cast a few spells. His Super Smash is, of course, Omnislash, which does massive damage to any character near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Megaman&lt;/span&gt; - A combination of Samus, Kirby, and Ganondorf. He is at his best long ranged, and has an ability, like Kirby, to steal other characters powers and use them in conjunction with his gun arm. How is he like Ganondorf? He is heavy, meaning he takes a lot of damage before he'll go off flying since he drops like a rock, and his jumps are nothing to brag about. His Super Smash is similar to that of his attack in Marvel Vs. Capcom, where he becomes a giant and sends forth ungodly amounts of ammunitions that decimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Sonic &lt;/span&gt;- Ah, yes. The hedgehog. He isn't confirmed, so yes, he still belongs on this list. He would have to be the fastest character in the game. Many of his attacks would center around him spinning and attacking, and making Jigglypuff give up her spin assault from Melee. Sonic's Super Smash isn't really all that amazing, but it's got the highest chance of hitting an enemy. He launches into the air, begins to spin and if anyone is within a direct line of sight with him, he'll launch at them multiple times, or if multiple enemies are within the eye sight he will bounce from one to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Dudes From Contra&lt;/span&gt; - Now, I bet you're thinking that this is a bad idea. I say, fuck you. These two are the Ice Climbers... Only... Good. Strong and quick long range attacks, the AI on your teammate is actually decent, and if the main one dies, you take over the secondary. They can also throw down some good close range fisticuffs. As you might expect, the Super Smash is Destroy All, an explosion that damages everyone in the level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Andrew W.K.&lt;/span&gt; - His run is an attack, it's called the W.K Stride. When he goes into party mode, he doesn't move much, but he starts slam dancing and kicking ass (good for groups of enemies). His jump is weak, but his powerful stomp can stun his adversaries. He is the ultimate close range fighter, and the crowd always cheers for him regardless of what he is doing in the game. And for his Super Smash? Known as Party, Party, Party, Andrew steps onto a stage, and begins to sing, attracting the crowd onto the level, and invoking mosh pits, damaging all opponents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-1746715928350991484?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/1746715928350991484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=1746715928350991484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/1746715928350991484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/1746715928350991484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-five-characters-wed-like-to-see-in.html' title='Top Five Characters We&apos;d Like to See in Super Smash Bros. Brawl'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-70382737105365972</id><published>2007-04-09T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:06:46.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Epic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grindhouse'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons to See Grindhouse</title><content type='html'>Despite having done very poorly in the box office on opening weekend, Grindhouse is still a worthy movie of any true fan of... Well, anything zombie or action related. Why? Keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Boobs&lt;/span&gt; - Oh, there certainly are boobs in it, and I'm not talking about Ms. Garrison boobs, I'm talking four star hotel boobs, and they get jibbly, oh lord do they get jibbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Kurt Russell Gets the Beating he Deserves&lt;/span&gt; - Now don't get me wrong, Kurt has done many a good movie, but some of his most recent (Poseidon, and Sky High) have been so unworthy that I grew a tumor on my spine that's been whispering things into my ear. Some of which are about my completely unhealthy obsession with Lindsay Lohan, but mainly center around the need for Kurt to take a boot to the face. And by God, has this movie satisfied the tumor's thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Ass Kickery&lt;/span&gt; - The amount of unnecessary blood, violence, and gore in Grindhouse made my brain shoot a load out of my eye. From zombie power pimple popping to knives in the most arousing of orifices, this movie gave my calm collective nerve center the ass raping it was asking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Fornication of the Human Turkey Variety&lt;/span&gt; - You really just need to see the movie to understand that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Solid American Cinema&lt;/span&gt; - When two great directors get together and make a combo movie of epic proportions, the results are sometimes lacking. Wait, what the fuck am I talking about? That never happens, and this movie is a testament to that. Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino come together and make a combo movie that is both uniquely their own. This shit is just good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-70382737105365972?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/70382737105365972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=70382737105365972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/70382737105365972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/70382737105365972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-five-reasons-to-see-grindhouse.html' title='Top Five Reasons to See Grindhouse'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-482156653417726044</id><published>2007-04-08T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:19:26.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resurrection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Top Five Advantages of Being Resurrected</title><content type='html'>Its Easter Sunday, and the management here at Top Fives decided to save you from having to go to your Easter Church Service by writing down the highlights of what your priest/pastor is going to say. Without further Adieu, here is our Easter edition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  It's Better than Slim Fast&lt;/span&gt; - Its almost Bikini season, and you gotta reduce those size of those thighs. You could try cutting down on fats and complex carbs, or you could get crucified, dead, and buried. In a few days, you will walk the earth again, able to fit into that Speedo of yours. My brother was resurrected, and he looks GREAT.(Editors Note: Stock up on Axe. The Decaying Flesh scent does not attract ladies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. New Body, No More Herpes&lt;/span&gt; - Its a general rule that when resurrected, you are working with a clean slate. Finally you can live down that weekend in Tijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Prove Your Lineage&lt;/span&gt; - Resurrected people tend to be big deals. If you get resurrected, you must put the Capital B in Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Makes a Great Party Trick&lt;/span&gt; - That week you spent at Magic Camp has not helped you in your quest to impress your peers. Next time you are at a gathering, find a suitable way to die, then come back to life. Bitches dig that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. You get to Fucking Live Again&lt;/span&gt; - Resurrection is another excuse to do the same stupid shit that got you killed in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-482156653417726044?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/482156653417726044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=482156653417726044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/482156653417726044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/482156653417726044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-five-advantages-of-being.html' title='Top Five Advantages of Being Resurrected'/><author><name>Peeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625289473080192319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2066/peeemf9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-5695359299879232936</id><published>2007-04-03T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:18:48.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hispanics'/><title type='text'>Top 5 Reasons to Own a VW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. It's like Joining a Family&lt;/span&gt; - A German mob family. You mess with one VW owner, you mess with every VW owner. Stereotypicly, most VW owners like to hike. Have you seen what kinda shape hikers are in? Yeah, they'll kick your ass like it was a stuffed kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. European Cars Are Built Tough&lt;/span&gt; - Think about it. Germans like to drink. Germans also like to drive. So since the odds of them drinking and driving were pretty high, they figure why not do it while surrounded by 1279 airbags... Just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Unlimited Tuning &lt;/span&gt;- Lets face it, as humans we like to tweak things. Take Tim Taylor on tool time for example, or that computer you bought that needed more RAM. Your car is the same way, you want to tweak it. So why not do it with something that has infinite potential?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Hitler Started VW&lt;/span&gt; - When was the last time Hitler had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;idea? And no, you're wrong. That was a great idea... he just got a little carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. It's Not a Honda&lt;/span&gt; - Don't get me wrong now, civics have their place. They are perfect for the Hispanic kids from Lawrence, or a 45 year old business man who wants to save a bit on gas.  But for those of us interested in a more than moderately gentle commute... VW in da haus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-5695359299879232936?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/5695359299879232936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=5695359299879232936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5695359299879232936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5695359299879232936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-5-reasons-to-own-vw.html' title='Top 5 Reasons to Own a VW'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-5376605242610513443</id><published>2007-04-02T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:15:25.658-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boobs'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons Man Boobs Will Never Be Better Than The Real Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The debate has raged on for years, and it's finally time to settle the score once and for all. This will go down in history as the first time anyone has truly taken a stand against the injustice of jubblies everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Copies Generally Aren't Better Than the Original&lt;/span&gt; - It isn't often you come across something that is a knock-off of something else and is superior to it. They lose whatever it was that had us craving for the original in the first place, and when the original is a booby, you might as well present me with a rock on a pile of sand, cause nothing can replace those lovely lady lumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If You Have Man Boobs, You're Probably Fat&lt;/span&gt; - And obesely fat at that. I remember seeing a man hold three books under his man boob. Another time, I was mooned and it looked like a giant heart of ass. These are the types of mind torture a person with man boobs can inflict upon the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They Don't Feel Nice&lt;/span&gt; - Man boobs feel cancerous and wrong, almost like God hates you for having them, so he just made them mutated to begin with. Saving you the trouble of later killing yourself through a heart attack, he has gracefully implanted a cancer you will never expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. They're Hairy&lt;/span&gt; - Some people might think that this shouldn't be on the list, and I call those people gays. Very rarely do I want something I plan to suck on and grope to be covered, even mildly, in hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. They're On Men&lt;/span&gt; -  Again,  gays wouldn't agree with this, but that's why we don't listen to their opinions anyways. Nothing is better than watching big boobed bikini biddies bouncin' by the beach. The B's have it, and I rest my case.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-5376605242610513443?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/5376605242610513443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=5376605242610513443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5376605242610513443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5376605242610513443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-five-reasons-man-boobs-will-never.html' title='Top Five Reasons Man Boobs Will Never Be Better Than The Real Thing'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-1407943078031122640</id><published>2007-03-29T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:28:32.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Condoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STDs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons to Wrap Your Tool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Improve Your Sexual Longevity - &lt;/span&gt;Condoms traditionally decrease sensitivity. By wearing a condom you might finally be able to last long enough that your partner actually gets some enjoyment out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. No Babies -&lt;/span&gt; Lets face it. Babies are a pain, abortions are expensive, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know about you but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not gonna count on luck to stop me from getting a chick pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Preservation - &lt;/span&gt;Remember when your grand parents put plastic on the furniture to keep it nice for when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; guests came over? It's like that, just for your tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Pride - &lt;/span&gt;Nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emphasizes&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;glory&lt;/span&gt; like taking a full scum bag and smacking it across your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;woman's&lt;/span&gt; face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Avoid That "Burning" Feeling - &lt;/span&gt;No one likes an oozy tool. And you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to risk it and find out what they really mean by, "An intense burning sensation." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; be a fool, wrap your tool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-1407943078031122640?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/1407943078031122640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=1407943078031122640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/1407943078031122640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/1407943078031122640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-reasons-to-wrap-your-tool.html' title='Top Five Reasons to Wrap Your Tool'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-2778647230389073093</id><published>2007-03-29T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:27:00.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons Why There Should Never Be a Fifty Foot Michael Jackson Robot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's about time we get on the current news thing. Check &lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/read/news/41620594"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out, or just read the top five, either way, you might end up crying.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are Enough Fifty Foot Robots in Cartoons and Anime &lt;/span&gt;- Gundam, Evangelion, Robotech, the Big 'O, Gigantor... Need I go on? There is enough of this bull funky on TV, and I don't need Michael Jackson's twisted version of it corrupting my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. The Materials Could Be Better Used For... Anything&lt;/span&gt; - Why waste our metal and engineer's time on something like this? They could build a spaceport, a recycling center, or a fucking concentration camp for all I care, as long as it isn't a robotic Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Robots Always Go Rogue&lt;/span&gt; - Throughout the course of history, there has never been a robot that hasn't viciously slaughtered its creator and his fans. Not that killing Michael Jackson and his fans would be a bad thing, but you know, innocents might get hurt in the process, and as Americans it would look bad if the front page of the world news read, 'Giant Robot Grabs Crotch, Hits High Note, Levels City Block.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. It May Be a Sign of the Coming of the Apocalypse&lt;/span&gt; - Michael Jackson. Fifty foot robot. New album? World Destruction, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Michael Jackson is Fucking Creepy&lt;/span&gt; - A six foot Michael Jackson is bad enough, does the world really need him, of all people, to be enlarged to such a ridiculous proportion? And this isn't just a statue people, it's a fucking robot. It's going to wander around the desert molesting giant robotic little boys. Think of it like the Iron Giant. His goal is to befriend small children, and touch them, in that way that makes us all teary-eyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-2778647230389073093?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/2778647230389073093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=2778647230389073093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2778647230389073093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2778647230389073093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-reasons-why-there-should-never.html' title='Top Five Reasons Why There Should Never Be a Fifty Foot Michael Jackson Robot'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-1243143234890057959</id><published>2007-03-27T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:37:44.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Top 5 Reasons to Not Get Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Social Castration -&lt;/span&gt; Getting married is the formal way of saying, "I want to spend the rest of my life with this person." It is also the formal way of saying, "I have made a conscious decision to not hang out with my friends anymore and instead work and take out the trash." Great move. Those dish gloves look fabulous on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Relinquishing of Funds -&lt;/span&gt; Thats right. All that money you made last week? Thats not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;  money, its the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family's&lt;/span&gt; money. Wanna buy new rims for your car? How about a game for your Wii. Nope, that money goes to something much more fiscally responsible. Like a college fund, or your electricity bill. Ohhh, how about new drapes in the living room? Sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. The Return of Satanical Womanly Tendencies -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Forgot to put the seat down didn't you? Did you take out the trash? Are you really going out dressed like that? Get some tampons while you're out. Lets talk about our feelings... You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Mono-Vaginal -&lt;/span&gt; Oh yes. Being married means you can only have sex with this one woman (or man) for the rest of your life. Yep, just her. Remember how much fun it is to fool around with someone for the first time? Yeah, me neither, but we can imagine together now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. You Can no Longer Hit Kids -&lt;/span&gt; Before if you hit a kid, its probably because they were being a dumb ass and deserved it. Now if you hit a kid, you're subject to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Child Abuse" &lt;/span&gt;lawsuits. Bullshit I know, but thats the sad fact of marriage. On the plus side, maybe it would convince your wife you would be an unfit father and not want to have children. On second thought... Go hit small children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-1243143234890057959?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/1243143234890057959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=1243143234890057959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/1243143234890057959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/1243143234890057959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-5-reasons-to-not-get-married.html' title='Top 5 Reasons to Not Get Married'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-8533916071656300122</id><published>2007-03-27T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:34:14.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manly'/><title type='text'>Top Five Manliest Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Commando - &lt;/span&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Jungle killing everything.  If I need to explain to you the appeal of that, you must be lacking satchel. Not to mention the obvious battle for heterosexual supremacy between the testosterone spewing Arnold and his Freddy Mercury-look alike nemesis, Bennett. Watch this movie and practice your one-liners, cause nothing is more manly than a good one-liner, IE James Bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Top Gun - &lt;/span&gt;I know there is controversy behind this &lt;a href="http://poststuff5.entensity.net/032307/media.php?media=gaytopgun.wmv"&gt;one,&lt;/a&gt; but is it possible that Top Gun is so gay that it is in fact the manliest piece of cinema in all history? No, but its got Jets. And Jets are manly. So is flying Jets to 80's hair metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Die Hard - &lt;/span&gt;John McClane impregnates females,and occasionally a male, every time Die Hard is even mentioned. The man walks across broken glass barefoot and makes bombs with monitors. A movie about a lone cop killing bad dudes with tact and style and can't NOT be manly. Warning: Your testicles will double in size upon each viewing of Die Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. 300 - &lt;/span&gt;I can't imagine a reason why you haven't seen this movie yet. I grew a beard just watching it. After the credits had rolled, I had so much testosterone in me that I crushed a man's skull on the way out. I also walked straight through a wall and punted an entire litter of baby kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Dirty Dancing - &lt;/span&gt;Here's a game me and the boys like to play. Watch Dirty Dancing, and if you can find the women more attractive than the sizzlin' Patrick Swayze AND not day dream about running on the beach with him, you have completed your journey through manhood and you are free to claim yourself a Man among men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-8533916071656300122?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/8533916071656300122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=8533916071656300122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8533916071656300122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8533916071656300122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-manliest-movies.html' title='Top Five Manliest Movies'/><author><name>Peeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625289473080192319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2066/peeemf9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-2248665016588045062</id><published>2007-03-25T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:55:04.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty'/><title type='text'>Top Five Words That Sound Dirty, But Aren't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Uvula&lt;/span&gt; - You know that thing that hangs down... In the back, there? You might need a light to see it. It just kind of jiggles and doesn't really do anything, but if feels weird if you play with it. Yeah, that's dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Cumbersome&lt;/span&gt; - Just look at it. First thing that pops into my mind is a big load. Hey, baby, you better watch out, this is going to be cumbersome on your face in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Buttress&lt;/span&gt; - I think in a few years this will catch on as the new word to describe anal sex. How do you like it best? Well, I don't get it as often as I'd like, but I prefer the buttress method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  Mastication&lt;/span&gt; - It's like three letters off from masturbation. That's it, plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Cunnalingus&lt;/span&gt; - There is some huge rumor  going around that this a real word and it means something along the lines of licking a girl's vagina. Now, come on people, think about that logically. God put the poonani on this planet for one reason, and one reason only, for intrusion of the dick variety. Let's stop this non-sense now before women start thinking they have rights, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-2248665016588045062?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/2248665016588045062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=2248665016588045062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2248665016588045062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2248665016588045062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-words-that-sound-dirty-but.html' title='Top Five Words That Sound Dirty, But Aren&apos;t'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-6053981699564474697</id><published>2007-03-23T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:55:29.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Top Five Things To Do on a School Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Throw Stuff - &lt;/span&gt;Nothing is less expected than being hit with something as a school bus passes. And in the long run, no one can really be upset about it so you're off the hook, because A: What the hell are they gonna tell the cops? "it was a big yellow school bus" Yeah OK... And B: Just blame it on the kids. Meddling kids, and their dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Moon People &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;When is mooning people a BAD idea? Thats right, never. So why not do it atop such a glorious device. You'll be so high up, they might even get a peak at a little taint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Shit - &lt;/span&gt;Uhh, I really don't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; you would want to shit on a school bus, it was Neee's idea. Maybe he has a shitting fetish, combined with a bus fetish? But I guess I don't see any reason not to. This bus is a one way trip to brown town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Turn the Flashy Lights On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Now, at first glance you may think "Hey, this is lame, it should be no higher than 5." But you're an idiot and thats why we write these. Think of the power those blinky lights command. You can stop all traffic at the flip of a switch! Think of the possibilities man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Have Sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Everyone knows having sex is the most epic thing you can do on a school bus.  Plus, its uniquely shaped and placed seats offer some interesting choices for positions.  Bonus points if you do it on a short bus. Gives new meaning to "Handicap Hand Job's".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-6053981699564474697?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/6053981699564474697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=6053981699564474697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/6053981699564474697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/6053981699564474697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-things-to-do-on-school-bus.html' title='Top Five Things To Do on a School Bus'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-7433100852317416408</id><published>2007-03-22T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:50:11.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ninja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viking'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons Why Vikings are Better than Both Pirates and Ninjas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Viking's Wheels - &lt;/span&gt;Vikings roll out in boats shaped like dragons, and that is the most balla shit you can do with your vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Viking Attire - &lt;/span&gt;Vikings get the respect of the honorable Sir Flava Flave. The Viking helmet demands respect and glory. A Pirate's wardrobe looks like what the Queer Eye Guys would do to a Pilgrim. And Ninjas? The only people i see wearing all black are found at Hawthorne Heights concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fame and Fortune - &lt;/span&gt;Eric the Red, Leif Eriksson, and Hagar the Horrible. These Vikings were all smooth pimps and are always looked back on with much fondness. You could be like "Hey, Pat, what about famous pirates?". Fuck that. Pirates are gay. And name a famous Ninja. Thats what I thought, there are none. Except the Great White Ninja, that guy was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Viking Starts with V - &lt;/span&gt;And only kickass things start with 'V', like Victory, and Vodka, and Velocity, and Vicegrip,and Vectorman, and Vagina, and Valencia Oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The Viking Code - &lt;/span&gt;There are certain things a man needs in his life. The Viking Code is the epitome of manliness: Rape, Pillage, Plunder. These three things are enough to make a man slightly erect just by the mention of them. So i decree to you, the readers, that next time you have trouble at work, or at the home, apply these three problem solving skills to your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-7433100852317416408?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/7433100852317416408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=7433100852317416408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/7433100852317416408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/7433100852317416408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-reasons-why-vikings-are-better.html' title='Top Five Reasons Why Vikings are Better than Both Pirates and Ninjas.'/><author><name>Peeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625289473080192319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2066/peeemf9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-720647103047153254</id><published>2007-03-22T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:32:13.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prostate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enlarged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penis'/><title type='text'>Top Five Benefits of Having an Enlarged Prostate</title><content type='html'>This one goes out to Sean Reynolds. Ain't nobody can hold a candle to your almost growthy gland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Sympathy&lt;/span&gt; - It's lame, I know, but there are some sick fucks out there that get randy when people give them the, 'awww poor thing' treatment. Lord knows I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. You Can Now Compare Your Penis to Your ISP&lt;/span&gt; - Once were the glory days of fiber optic, and lightning downloads, but now you're stuck on 56K, and Girls Gone Wild has just stopped at 34% and it ain't gonna start back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Bladder Explosion is Balla&lt;/span&gt; - Having your bladder explode is probably one of the most manly ways you can die. If you're going to go, go out with a bang, a bladder bang, just like my nigga Tycho Brahe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. No Better Excuse for Getting a Finger Up Your Ass&lt;/span&gt; - Come on, why not live it up while you have the chance? Yeah, hunnie, just going to the doctors to make sure my prostate isn't growing... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Score&lt;/span&gt;, rectal exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Not Everyone Knows What it Means&lt;/span&gt; - When you tell people that you have an enlarged prostate, if they don't know what it is exactly, they at least have some memory of it having to do with genitalia. You know what that means? In their minds, your dick is now the size of a grapefruit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-720647103047153254?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/720647103047153254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=720647103047153254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/720647103047153254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/720647103047153254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-benefits-of-having-enlarged.html' title='Top Five Benefits of Having an Enlarged Prostate'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-624347349649105749</id><published>2007-03-20T23:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:01:49.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World War 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World'/><title type='text'>Top Five reasons the World Will Plunge Into World War 3</title><content type='html'>With the current Political Climate, its not unusual for us to speculate on why in the near future we will be blogging from a smoldering crater.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Worldwide Halo 3 Shortage - &lt;/span&gt;If you have ever played Halo 2 online, chances are that you already believe the apocalypse is upon us because the Halo 2 community will one day have to move from their mother's basements and get jobs doing things in the real world. But, imagine this set of Master Chief worshiping bigots not being able to get this Holy Grail of online games, let alone the special edition that includes a miniature helmet to complete the suit of armor they have been knitting for their cat. There would be riots world wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Micheal Jackson is the Antichrist - &lt;/span&gt;I would not be surprised. His unholy union with Macaulay Culkin, among other boys, will rip open a gate to the underworld from which his demonic army would conquer the world as we know it. The French Prime Minister has already surrendered to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Penis Pump Embargo - &lt;/span&gt;Anyone whom needs nuclear warheads are obviously compensating for their lack of pantliear dickheads. So, this much needed home appliance could cause World Leaders to become more trigger happy, one thing leads to another, and everyone is eating radiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Canada Evolves Beyond the Iron Age - &lt;/span&gt;God forbid those fun loving Canucks discover physics, let alone how to build tanks that don't involve mules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Kim Jung Il "Catches 'em all"&lt;/span&gt; - We could make some witty political joke about &lt;a href="http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/9803/kimjungilfu1.jpg"&gt;hoarding nuclear arms&lt;/a&gt;, but no, we are really talking about Pokemon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-624347349649105749?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/624347349649105749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=624347349649105749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/624347349649105749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/624347349649105749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-reasons-world-will-plunge-into.html' title='Top Five reasons the World Will Plunge Into World War 3'/><author><name>Peeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625289473080192319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2066/peeemf9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-8986649882900855141</id><published>2007-03-20T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:30:27.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons to Never Sing While Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You're Going to Make an Ass Out of Yourself&lt;/span&gt; - I know, when you're drowning yourself in Captain Morgans it's expected that you become a little more open to suggestion. But much like that time you face planted trying to do a kick flip, that isn't always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. You Can't Sing&lt;/span&gt; - Everyone knows it. You know it, but somehow you forget about it for those few short minutes when you step up to the stage and spotlight and remind everyone why you've never been on American Idol, and do you really think drinking is going to help you? You're going to be so unfamiliar with the terms, 'off key' and, 'lyrics' people are going to think you're musically challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone is Watching&lt;/span&gt; - Look around you. See those people? They're going to be listening whether you or they want to or not. When the music starts, your sound level will be anywhere from quiet to screaming, but regardless of that, by the end you will have the attention of everyone, and chances are that you won't realize until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Someone Has a Camera&lt;/span&gt; - And chances are it's probably you. Thanks to technology, we are now given the chance to relive forgotten memories with devices no bigger than the mouse you're using right now. Whether the evidence is in the form of pictures or video, your friends will never forget that face you made while giving your rendition of Don't Stop Believing. This is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aV6Rq1A4ow"&gt;example&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're Drunk&lt;/span&gt; - When is the last time you made a good decision while intoxicated? No, stop lying right now. She didn't look anything like Ginger from Gilligan's Island, it was more like... The offspring of Nessy and the Blob, only with more hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-8986649882900855141?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/8986649882900855141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=8986649882900855141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8986649882900855141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8986649882900855141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-reasons-to-never-sing-while.html' title='Top Five Reasons to Never Sing While Drunk'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-513074867539668003</id><published>2007-03-12T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:58:53.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mongoloid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris Hilton'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons to Steer Clear of Paris Hilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lame in Bed&lt;/span&gt; - Did you watch her sex video? She's about as good as a live tuna, and probably doesn't beat the smell by much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. She'll Run You Over &lt;/span&gt;- Rule number one is never let women drive, let alone a drunken drug addict. You're in for pain when you see this coked up mongoloid coming at ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Whoracle&lt;/span&gt; - Remember that episode of South Park where she shoved a pineapple in her bottomless cooch? It actually happened, you could be next. (And, I know some of you might say, "Shouldn't you be more worried about getting sucked into Mr. Slave's ass? The answer is no, he is a fictional character, grow up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Aura of Stupidity&lt;/span&gt; - She is by far one of the dumbest celebrities of the past few years, and once she locks eye contact with you, you're done for. Much like Medusa, only instead of turning into stone, you become mentally retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Dead Marsh&lt;/span&gt;es - You know the Dead Marshes. That place in the LOTR: The Two Towers where Frodo falls in and sees all the tortured souls of the fallen kings of the past. That was shot on location in her pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-513074867539668003?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/513074867539668003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=513074867539668003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/513074867539668003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/513074867539668003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-reasons-to-steer-clear-of.html' title='Top Five Reasons to Steer Clear of Paris Hilton'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-8434496631064881980</id><published>2007-03-08T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T02:00:01.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons to Go to College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Your Parents Want You to &lt;/span&gt;- You know it, and I know it. They want you to go and further your education or follow their dreams or something. Make them happy, so when you move back home afterwards your mom will still get you Captain Crunch for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. It Helps Kill Time&lt;/span&gt; - What else did you plan on doing in those 4-6 years between high school and when you actually get a job. I guess you could sit in your parents basement and masturbate all day, but why not move from the basement to a dorm room? Maybe even fill some time in between sessions with a class or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Make More Mun's&lt;/span&gt; - Yeah buddy. Go to college, get that piece of paper that says you're qualified to do something, and make more money than the dude who doesn't have that piece of paper. Holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Parties&lt;/span&gt; - Even the nerds of college party, granted it might be a magic party, but still. When else in your life are you going to be surrounded by thousands of people your age with nothing better to do? Live it up and grab a beah! (beer for those of you who are retarded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Legal Biddies&lt;/span&gt; - You heard me. Colleges are full of crazy, legal, chicks (and dudes) who are overcome with hormones and a burning desire (also known as VD) to let loose and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; loose. Grab a buddy, hit a party, and tap some fine, educated, ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-8434496631064881980?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/8434496631064881980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=8434496631064881980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8434496631064881980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8434496631064881980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-reasons-to-go-to-college.html' title='Top Five Reasons to Go to College'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-3118141128167917327</id><published>2007-03-07T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:02:44.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dildo'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Tuesday! Top Ten Uses of a Dildo in Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Fight Club&lt;/span&gt; - Its no threat to Brad Pitt. Nothing is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Idiocracy&lt;/span&gt; - In the future most cars come standard with dildo hood ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. BASEketball&lt;/span&gt; - Upon finding a dildo, priority one is not usually not taste test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Me, Myself, and Irene&lt;/span&gt; - It wasn't for her. IT WASN'T FOR HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Not Another Teen Movie&lt;/span&gt; - Dildo Cake is actually a delicacy in some countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Jackass 2&lt;/span&gt; - Is it Wrong to be Strong? Dildo runs make it possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. American Pie 2&lt;/span&gt; - The memorable foray into the lesbian stronghold to find lesbian artifacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Borat&lt;/span&gt; - Nothing says friendship like a nude game of tag with a rubber fist. Having a broken Anoos isn't as bad as advertised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Orgazmo&lt;/span&gt; - Another Matt Stone and Trey Parker movie makes it in the list, how surprising. Well when the sidekick of the movie's titular  character is based around dildo and dildo gadgets, its hard from the movie not to make it to this list. COOOOOOCK ROCKET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Sorority Boys&lt;/span&gt; - Epic dildo battles, FTW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-3118141128167917327?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/3118141128167917327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=3118141128167917327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/3118141128167917327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/3118141128167917327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-ten-tuesday-top-ten-uses-of-dildo.html' title='Top Ten Tuesday! Top Ten Uses of a Dildo in Cinema'/><author><name>Peeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625289473080192319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2066/peeemf9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-5997156686129877067</id><published>2007-03-04T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:35:56.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexual'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons to Date Nee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. He has Skills&lt;/span&gt; - Granted they may be odd skills, like kicking himself in the back of the head, or playing Guitar Hero on his toes, he still has those skills. And hey, think of it this way, if he can play guitar hero like that, think of what else he can do with his fingers, if you know what I mean. And in case you don't, I mean he could diddle you for hours on end, even with his hands behind his head... Yeah, think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. He's Like a Teddy Bear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; ...Only full of semen and beer instead of cotton. What a lucky girl (or 13 year old boy) you would be, to be held in the comfort of Nee's hands, all soft and calloused from playing bass. Ohh, Neeumms you make such a fwuffy teddy beawww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Even Nee Uses Star Power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thats right. Even someone as legendary as Nee, still struggles sometimes, but thats what gives him character. Worries of being overshadowed by his glory would be in vain, for Nee is human, just like us, and sometimes, even he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; to use star power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Pancake Nipples &lt;/span&gt;- Come on, do I really have to explain this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. You Get to Tap Into his Unspoiled Pool of Sexuality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trust me, this thing is like the holy grail of pent up sexual urges. Its size is comparable to the Atlantic Ocean, with about as much force as Niagara Falls in the spring. Your discovery would be legendary, and your name would become instantly carved into the stone that is history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-5997156686129877067?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/5997156686129877067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=5997156686129877067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5997156686129877067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5997156686129877067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-reasons-to-date-neee.html' title='Top Five Reasons to Date Nee'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-3620556615514153438</id><published>2007-03-04T03:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:27:02.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boobs'/><title type='text'>Top Five Uses for Boobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Motorboatin' - &lt;/span&gt;The art of Motorboating has fascinated man since the beginning of time. Scientists theorize that the origins of Motorboating began in Aboriginal Australia. Soon to be an Olympic Sport, Motorboating is the act of burying your face between to bosoms and bathing in their glory, whilst blowing out of your sealed lips so you sound like a Motorboat. Trust me, I majored in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Thermometers - &lt;/span&gt;Is it cold in here, or are Siskel and Ebert givin' me two thumbs up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Pillows - &lt;/span&gt;Have you ever seen a pair of gozangas that were so mountainous and rustic that you just want to take a vacation and nestle in their luscious valley, maybe set up camp and live off the land for awhile? Go forth and stake claim to the land your forefather's left for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Semen Reservoirs - &lt;/span&gt;Much like the Continental Divide, semen shall flow from high-points to the watersheds. Luckily, there are two wide receivers to keep the floor clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Beer Tray - &lt;/span&gt;There's a plethora of things that men need in their life. A cold brewhaha is by far the most important. Second most though, would be a pedestal that correctly dignifies, nay, glorifies the brewski. Tits, my friends, were invented by God to hold a beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-3620556615514153438?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/3620556615514153438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=3620556615514153438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/3620556615514153438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/3620556615514153438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-uses-for-boobs.html' title='Top Five Uses for Boobs'/><author><name>Peeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625289473080192319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2066/peeemf9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-619900888567725035</id><published>2007-03-02T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:09:28.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiatus'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons to Go on a Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comatose&lt;/span&gt; - Well, no explanation needed. ...You're fucking unconscious, nothing is going to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Masturbation Marathon&lt;/span&gt; - Once you pop... You must refuse to stop. Just keep going, and going, and going. Yeah, like the Energizer Bunny, but instead it's your genitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Biddies &lt;/span&gt;- Ladies, ladies, ladies. You know what I'm talking about. Whether it's jail bait, or a MILF, it's gotta get hit and you gotta hit it. In case of no biddies, see number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Wasted&lt;/span&gt; - Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, and sometimes you gotta drink. It's hard to write top fives when formulating coherent sentences proves challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Epic Return&lt;/span&gt; - Much like that of Jay-Z or Michael Jordan. It's lonely at the top, and sometimes you want to step down, that's understandable. However, two days later you remember how good it really is to be the king. Fuck retirement, the throne must be reclaimed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-619900888567725035?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/619900888567725035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=619900888567725035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/619900888567725035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/619900888567725035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-reasons-to-go-on-hiatus.html' title='Top Five Reasons to Go on a Hiatus'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-5576531259352167904</id><published>2007-02-28T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:18:09.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senses'/><title type='text'>Top Five Senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Sense of Taste&lt;/span&gt; - Mmm. Food. This is what makes eating so great! Without that, I would just keep eating to fill the empty void inside me... It would be a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Sense of Sight&lt;/span&gt; - Boobs! Look at 'em! That's all that needs to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Sense of Humor&lt;/span&gt; - It's what makes this blog worth reading. It's what makes your buddy getting whacked in the nuts gut bustingly hilarious, up until they give you nut knock of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Sixth Sense&lt;/span&gt; - Ghosts and shit? Hollah! Why wouldn't you want to know stuff other people didn't? You'll see the future and talk to the dead. You'll be rich, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Spidey Sense&lt;/span&gt; - Who wants to be rich when you'll have all the bid-tids (ladies) you can handle? Oh, watch out sexy, Doc Oc is about to hump you. "Oh, thank you Spider-Guy! Let me blow you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-5576531259352167904?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/5576531259352167904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=5576531259352167904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5576531259352167904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/5576531259352167904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-five-senses.html' title='Top Five Senses'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-7027447916366622667</id><published>2007-02-27T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:04:58.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Top Five Better Uses of Your Monthly World of Warcraft Subscription</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open a Savings Account&lt;/span&gt; - Yeah, 15 bucks a month isn't that much, but in ten years, you could have $2,600 sitting in your bank. Think about that everytime you plop your ass down for four to six hours straight, every day for ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Invest in Vivendi Universal Stock&lt;/span&gt; - You probably missed the explosion that that occurred when WoW first came out, but you should still be in for a pretty penny if things continue to go their way. Oh, you'll  have to invest in the French market, since they dropped out of the New York Stock Exchange. Use your new fortune to do something like make third-world countries healthy and thriving, or buy the Millennium Falcon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buy a Month and a Half of Lord of the Rings Online&lt;/span&gt; - When it comes out, of course. At least it's a different game, and it's Lord of the Rings, which is needless to say, the most balla thing ever. For Frodo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get a BJ Once a Month &lt;/span&gt;- Despite what you may or may not think, chicks do not dig +10 enchanted chain-mail, but hookers do dig cash, so go find someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pay Hobos to Participate in Gladiatorial Combat&lt;/span&gt; - Self explanatory. ...I'm getting a chubby just thinking&lt;br /&gt;about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-7027447916366622667?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/7027447916366622667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=7027447916366622667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/7027447916366622667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/7027447916366622667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-five-better-uses-of-your-monthly.html' title='Top Five Better Uses of Your Monthly World of Warcraft Subscription'/><author><name>Peeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625289473080192319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2066/peeemf9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-4821615973278939705</id><published>2007-02-26T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:50:52.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons to Own a Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It helps you compensate for poor sexual performance&lt;/span&gt; - It's true, when was the last time you looked at a guitar player and thought, "Man, I bet that dude has poor sexual longevity." No, in fact you probably thought, "Hey, nice guitar... Asshole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicks dig it&lt;/span&gt; - It's true. Don't ask me why, they just do, and thats what life is about. That, and pwning noobs. Jage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. It provides entertainment &lt;/span&gt;- When surfing the net and masturbating finally get boring (right) you can take comfort in the fact that your guitar will be strung and waiting for you to pluck out a tasty riff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Its the first step in starting a band&lt;/span&gt; - Which is the first step to you and your buddies getting out of your friend's room in his parent's house, and out into the world of public performance and public humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music is the deepest expression of personal feelings&lt;/span&gt; - ...Hah! Just kidding, music is for queers! But it'll get you laid, bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-4821615973278939705?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/4821615973278939705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=4821615973278939705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4821615973278939705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4821615973278939705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-5-reasons-to-own-guitar.html' title='Top Five Reasons to Own a Guitar'/><author><name>Pimpingill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031037015985541324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/mike11787/today002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-2927456512508357789</id><published>2007-02-25T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:49:48.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Top Five Benefits of Anal Sex (Giving)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. No Chance of Babies&lt;/span&gt; - That is, of course, unless you have a hole going from your colon to your ovaries. In which case... That's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Tighter&lt;/span&gt; - Well, this is pretty self explanatory isn't it? If you want something loose goosey, try a deflated balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. It's Warmer &lt;/span&gt;- Sir William of Cock would prefer being in the Bahamas, than being in Canada, and so wouldn't your dick. Now, I ain't saying Canada is bad, by no means is it bad, but the Bahamas are a nice vacation spot and you go when you are able to. Unless you're rich, or work in brown town, you don't go very often. If you do, you are a very lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. It Demeans Her &lt;/span&gt; - It's like giving her a mushroom stamp, or covering her face with goo. It just feels right. It's like telling her to go make you some filet mignon. You feel like an asshole, but it had to be done, because you can make your own food, but not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. It Makes You the Man &lt;/span&gt;- While it's going down, you know that feeling of accomplishment and justice you get on the inside? That's what I'm talking about. Much like Tony Danza, you are the boss, and afterwards should immediately go out and brag to all your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-2927456512508357789?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/2927456512508357789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=2927456512508357789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2927456512508357789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/2927456512508357789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-five-benefits-of-anal-sex-giving.html' title='Top Five Benefits of Anal Sex (Giving)'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-4917701143007972071</id><published>2007-02-24T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:30:58.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><title type='text'>Top Five Wii Games as of February 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Wii Sports&lt;/span&gt; - For a game that came free with the system, Wii Sports is pretty good. Good enough for the top five? You know it. It comes with tennis, boxing, golf, and bowling and most people will find an interest in at least one of those. It's also a good introduction to the use of the wiimote and is overall just plain fun, especially when you and your friends have nothing better to do. Hey, let's have a boxing tournament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elebits&lt;/span&gt; - Good game play, okay story, and very good on using the wiimote to do various things. It really utilizes the full functionality of the wiimote and provides a sandbox-like environment in which you can manipulate almost all of the objects in the levels. You could say it's akin to Katamari Damacy in that it's a weird, but fun, Japanese game. It also comes with a level building and multiplayer, which is always a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madden 2007&lt;/span&gt; - Now, I'm not really an avid sport game fan, but Madden 2007 really plugs players into the game. Blocking, throwing, jumping, running, catching, and juking all require you to wave or move the wiimote in some way, which drags your mind into the game, and that's what a game is all about. The added level of interaction reinvigorates a genre that's been suffering from old worn out game play thats only improvement have been on graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. WarioWare: Smooth Moves &lt;/span&gt; - If you're suffering from ADHD, a frequent user of cocaine, or looking for a game that gets you moving and thinking, then this game is for you. Whether it's tuning a guitar, swatting a fly, forking a steak, or cutting a piece of wood in half, you're in for a fast paced, near non-stop ride of mini-game after mini-game. Not only are most of the games fun, but there are over 10 different ways to hold the wiimote, depending on what mini-game you're playing, and over 200 mini-games. It also has a multiplayer mode where up to 12 people can play, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The Legend of Zelda: The Twilight Princess &lt;/span&gt;- Of course you saw this coming, it's expected. I'm not a die hard 'Zeldz0r is teh best!' man, so I'm not bullshitting you when I say this is the best game for the Wii. If you loved Ocarina of Time, you'll love this. It is, for me at least, the best Zelda game, Ocarina being a close second. As a starting point, it's another Zelda game, so you know what to expect, but I really enjoyed the use of the wiimote into the game, which is why I put it above Ocarina. Link doesn't emulate your moves when attacking, it's a generalized attack but it's fun to do, at least more interesting than sitting there pressing B. The storyline is compelling and references many of the previous games, which makes me happy in my pants. Oh Link... You're so... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courageous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-4917701143007972071?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/4917701143007972071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=4917701143007972071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4917701143007972071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4917701143007972071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-five-wii-games-as-of-february-2007.html' title='Top Five Wii Games as of February 2007'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-8808150778961958753</id><published>2007-02-23T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:09:54.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean Claude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terrorists'/><title type='text'>Top Fives Things to Do While Being Held Captive by Terrorists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.Suggest Having a Sing-a-long&lt;/span&gt; - It helps pass the time, and depending on the song, can really perk up a rather boring hostage situation. Try Row, Row, Row Your Boat, it's a classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Call Allah a Bitch&lt;/span&gt; - Go ahead, mock them and their religion. They're probably going to kill you anyways, might as well have a laugh. It'll make your day when one of them pouts and gets teary-eyed as you tell them how you went to high school with their God and he wet himself when a girl talked to him. If you're too afraid for the insults, why not try...&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asking Them if They Have Found Jesus&lt;/span&gt; - Try and convert them! If you're good, they might just have a change of heart and send you on your way. Either that or kill you quickly so they don't have to hear you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Try and Be Jean Claude Van Damme &lt;/span&gt; - Kick some ass! Or at least attempt to. If you succeed, you know how great that will be? What choices do you have? Go bust a cap on some terrorist ass, it's better than sitting there and letting them have total control over the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Actually Be Jean Claude Van Damme &lt;/span&gt;- This one is by far the trickiest, but if pulled off correctly, can be the most amazing thing ever. Just picture any Jean Claude Van Damme movie. You're Jean Claude, and the terrorists are the enemies of Jean Claude, now go kill all of them. He eats bullets for breakfast, and wipes his ass with sandpaper. When it's all said and done, you'll get a movie deal and the masses will bow before you. Of course, this is much easier to do if you are Jean Claude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-8808150778961958753?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/8808150778961958753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=8808150778961958753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8808150778961958753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/8808150778961958753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-fives-things-to-do-while-being-held.html' title='Top Fives Things to Do While Being Held Captive by Terrorists'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-740669004819460549</id><published>2007-02-22T19:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:21:14.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Top Five Weird Things Neeeee Has Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Scratched My Armpit With My Beard&lt;/span&gt; - My hands were full, what else is there to explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Ate Macaroni and Cheese With My Cell Phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- I was hungry, didn't feel like going to get a spoon, and didn't care about my cell phone. The normal speaker doesn't work very well now and I have to use the loud speaker to hear people clearly when I talk to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kicked Myself in the Back of the Head&lt;/span&gt; - Well, I didn't do that once, I've been doing it every so often for a few months. It's a strange skill, but I like it because I don't know anyone who can do it, and is willing to, because it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tjt9A-m2Vmg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tjt9A-m2Vmg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Head-butted a Paper Bowl With Cereal in it&lt;/span&gt; - We were camping, it was wet out, it came to mind, so I did it. There was milk in it, mind you. If I can find the picture of the aftermath, I'll put it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wrapped My Head With Duct Tape&lt;/span&gt; - I forget the exact reason behind it, but I was hyper and my friend wasn't answering questions I was asking him so I did the only logical thing I could think of, wrap my head with duct tape until he complied. I later had to tear it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OeSloxO3Qs"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OeSloxO3Qs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-740669004819460549?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/740669004819460549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=740669004819460549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/740669004819460549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/740669004819460549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-five-weird-things-nick-loving-has.html' title='Top Five Weird Things Neeeee Has Done'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-9069391880227241242</id><published>2007-02-21T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:06:25.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Mencia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Rogan'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons Why Joe Rogan is Better Than Carlos Mencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Carlos Mencia Wasn't on News Radio&lt;/span&gt; - Do you remember that show? It was great, and Joe Rogan was the man in it. It's probably for the best that Carlos wasn't in it, since he would have just played the lazy Mexican who didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Joe Rogan Uses His Own Material &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- You must of heard of it by now. Joe Rogan called Mencia out for using other people's material, and had a sort of battle against him on stage. And by battle I mean a discussion between two civilized men wherein Joe provides enough proof to convict him in court, and Mencia retorts by calling him a little bitch. Good one Mencia, and speaking of comebacks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe Rogan's Comebacks Are More Original Than Mine&lt;/span&gt; - Carlos' response to Rogan saying that he uses stolen material was that he thought Joe was gay and was secretly in love with him. Are you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serious?&lt;/span&gt; I don't care if you're joking, that's a last resort tactic. You're a professional comic, either make fun of him relentlessly, or defend yourself, or something.  By calling him gay, you're showing off your lack of talent and making your own situation worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Joe Rogan is Actually Funny&lt;/span&gt; - Have you heard Mencia's act? I'll summarize; I'm Mexican and lazy. Beaner, beaner, beaner, crossing the border to the US. Not bad, considering I didn't look up anything to go by. I'll admit, he has been able to make me laugh, but overall, his bits get tiring and are just one racial slur after another. He doesn't deserve his own show, and I curse Comedy Central for giving him one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Joe Rogan Doesn't Pretend to be Mexican&lt;/span&gt; - It's no big deal to change your name for when you become famous or whatever your reasoning is, but... Mexican? Yeah, I'm sure it makes it easier for you to mock Mexicans when your audience thinks you're one of them, but I'll give you a tip, Carlos, or Ned, whatever your name is, making fun of Mexicans... Isn't that hard. Joe Rogan is all that he says he is, and a true American Hero, so suck it Mencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to learn more about Joe Rogan, or about the Carlos Mencia incident, click &lt;a href="http://www.joerogan.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for Rogan's site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-9069391880227241242?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/9069391880227241242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=9069391880227241242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/9069391880227241242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/9069391880227241242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-five-reasons-why-joe-rogan-is.html' title='Top Five Reasons Why Joe Rogan is Better Than Carlos Mencia'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967169186812493464.post-4055970592148579500</id><published>2007-02-20T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:28:54.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five'/><title type='text'>Top Five Reasons to Start a Top Five Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Boredom&lt;/span&gt; - When you're in college and you're not that overwhelmed with work and you look to your left and see your friend searching through pages upon pages of Facebook accounts with no intention of doing anything else, something must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Creative Output&lt;/span&gt; - With creativity just erupting from the side hatch of your mind you need to embrace it like a precious body part, or stolen treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Enlightenment&lt;/span&gt; - Aim not only to entertain, but to engulf your readers with a level truth and justice that only a glorious top five can attain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Gold Plated Toilet Seats&lt;/span&gt; - After your never ending work at the top five is done, there isn't anything better than placing that tired tush on solid gold majesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The Bitches&lt;/span&gt; - Trust me, there ain't nothing that gets women more hot than a nice, thick, daily top five. It's rough, but someone has to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967169186812493464-4055970592148579500?l=dailytopfives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/feeds/4055970592148579500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2967169186812493464&amp;postID=4055970592148579500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4055970592148579500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2967169186812493464/posts/default/4055970592148579500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailytopfives.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-five-reasons-to-start-top-five-blog.html' title='Top Five Reasons to Start a Top Five Blog'/><author><name>Neeeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10894306365260837872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/134/939/640/FaCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
