<?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-3272478540425332121</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:50:25.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saint's entertainment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintsentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272478540425332121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintsentertainment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>saints entertainment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093554624713920271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c6IDkMxHVPs/SMGE43Z1voI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9YhMcMp3EDk/S220/t.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272478540425332121.post-138757814336106020</id><published>2008-09-05T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:23:57.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIFE IS A GAME        PLAY IT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS A MYSTERY    UNFOLD IT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU PUNCHED ME AND I BLED , YOU HURT ME AND I CRIED. NOW MY EYES DROWNS IN TEARS AND MY HEART BLEEDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAMED MY WILD HEART TO YOUR GENTLE HANDS, BUT ALL YOU DID WAS TO SMASH IT ON THE FLOOR RIGHT BEFORE MY VERY EYES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272478540425332121-138757814336106020?l=saintsentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintsentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/138757814336106020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272478540425332121&amp;postID=138757814336106020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272478540425332121/posts/default/138757814336106020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272478540425332121/posts/default/138757814336106020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintsentertainment.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-game-play-it-life-is-mystery.html' title=''/><author><name>saints entertainment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093554624713920271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c6IDkMxHVPs/SMGE43Z1voI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9YhMcMp3EDk/S220/t.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272478540425332121.post-3128283772183499683</id><published>2008-09-05T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:19:40.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POETIC CORNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun wispered into the sky, the moon heard it and told the night, have you heard it too?!&lt;br /&gt;POEM # 1 I like your style I like your class but most of all i like your ass POEM # 2 Im a cool girl, in a cool town it takes a real mother fucker to put me down POEM # 3 Kissing is a habit Fucking is a game Guys get all the pleasure Girls get all the pain The guy says i love you You believe its true But when your tummy starts to swell, He says 'to hell with you' 10 minutes of pleasure 9 months in pain 3 days in hospital A baby without a name The baby is a bastard The mother is a whore This never wouldn't have happened If the rubber wouldn't have torn POEM # 4 Guys are like roses, Watch out for the pricks. POEM # 5 Smoke a smoke Not a butt Fuck a virgin Not a slut. POEM # 6 Sex is bad Sex is a sin Sins are forgiven So stick it in. POEM # 7 Holy mother, full of grace Bless my boyfriend's gorgeous face Bless his hair that tends to curl Keep him safe from all the girls Bless his arms that are so strong Keep his hands where they belong Bless his dick, the one i sucked Bless the bed, in which we fucked And if my Mom happened to walk in Bless the shit I'd be in. POEM # 8 Sex is when a guys communication enters a girls information to increase the population for a younger generation do you get the information... or do you need a demonstration POEM # 9 Men are like public toilets They are either engaged or full of shit! POEM # 10 If guys had they periods They would compare the size of their tampons! POEM # 11 Mental anxiety, Mental breakdowns, Menstrual cramps, Menopause... Did you ever notice how all our problems begin with MEN! POEM # 12 Roses are red, Violets are corny, When I think of you Ohh baby I get horny, Eat me, Beat me, Bite me, Blow me, Suck me, Fuck me, Very slowly, if you kiss me, dont be sassy, Use your tongue and make it nasty!!!! (added) Poem #13 Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... I'm In Love But Not With You... When We Broke Up You Thought I Cried But All It Was... Was Another Guy, You Told Your Friends That I Was A Trick, I Told Mine That You Had A Weak Dick... I Said I Loved You And You Thought It Was True, But Guess What Baby?! You Got Played Too!! (added)Poem #14 Guys are like parking spots... the good ones are always taken... and the ones that are available, are either handicapped or too far away!!!&lt;br /&gt;POEM FOR THE BROKEN HEARTED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE SOME PAINS TIME CAN NOT ERASE,CHAINS SPACE CAN NOT SEPARATE,TASTING THE TEARS,FEELING THE FEARS,THE WOUND HAS HEALED BUT THE SCARE CAN NOT VANISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" target="fs_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU PUNCHED ME AND I BLED , YOU HURT ME AND I CRIED. NOW MY EYES DROWNS IN TEARS AND MY HEART BLEEDS.&lt;br /&gt;I TAMED MY WILD HEART TO YOUR GENTLE HANDS, BUT ALL YOU DID WAS TO SMASH IT ON THE FLOOR RIGHT BEFORE MY VERY EYES.&lt;br /&gt;   YOU STEPPED ON IT AND WALKED AWAY, I DO NOT KNOW IF I WILL EVER PICK UP ALL IT'S PIECES BUT IF I DID, I WON'T BE ABLE TO BOUND IT TOGETHER AS ONE JUST AS IT WAS BEFORE I GAVE THEM TO YOU.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for love the love between you and me O is for our time 2 geter V is for a person who i very very very much care bout E is for the extra ordary things you do LOVElove is real all the way down to the touch love is caring for someone till the day of your death love is there!love is every where!i'll always have love for you do you have love for me ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272478540425332121-3128283772183499683?l=saintsentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintsentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/3128283772183499683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272478540425332121&amp;postID=3128283772183499683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272478540425332121/posts/default/3128283772183499683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272478540425332121/posts/default/3128283772183499683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintsentertainment.blogspot.com/2008/09/poetic-corner-sun-wispered-into-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>saints entertainment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093554624713920271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c6IDkMxHVPs/SMGE43Z1voI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9YhMcMp3EDk/S220/t.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272478540425332121.post-5717861742077097694</id><published>2008-09-05T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:08:08.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saint's entertainment</title><content type='html'>MYDEX TOUCH the Entertainment arm of MYDEX THRUST INC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272478540425332121-5717861742077097694?l=saintsentertainment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintsentertainment.blogspot.com/feeds/5717861742077097694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272478540425332121&amp;postID=5717861742077097694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272478540425332121/posts/default/5717861742077097694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272478540425332121/posts/default/5717861742077097694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintsentertainment.blogspot.com/2008/09/saints-entertainment.html' title='saint&apos;s entertainment'/><author><name>saints entertainment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093554624713920271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='1' height='1' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c6IDkMxHVPs/SMGE43Z1voI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9YhMcMp3EDk/S220/t.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
