<?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-16983405</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:21:01.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoted in Ottawa</title><subtitle type='html'>eavesdropping on conversations across the city of ottawa</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114991233707638347</id><published>2006-06-09T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:05:37.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's the hair</title><content type='html'>Dyed-orange haired 40-year-old lady: After spending most of my life overweight, I just ... well, I know I look like shit at 130 pound, but when I USED to be, like &lt;b&gt;200&lt;/b&gt;, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sparks Street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114991233707638347?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114991233707638347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114991233707638347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/06/maybe-its-hair.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s the hair'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114991138908459113</id><published>2006-06-09T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:49:49.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe you should look in the forest</title><content type='html'>Guy: It's getting really hard to find wood these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114991138908459113?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114991138908459113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114991138908459113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/06/maybe-you-should-look-in-forest.html' title='Maybe you should look in the forest'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114991130659980167</id><published>2006-06-09T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:48:26.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter = sweet chocolate redemption</title><content type='html'>Pothead: It's even better than Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Pothead #2: It's guilt-free.&lt;br /&gt;Pothead: (stuffs face) It's pious of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114991130659980167?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114991130659980167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114991130659980167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/06/easter-sweet-chocolate-redemption.html' title='Easter = sweet chocolate redemption'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114437908615041533</id><published>2006-04-06T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:04:46.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Side effects may include ear biting</title><content type='html'>Dude:  Bird Flu? I ain't afraid of anything that has "bird" in it. Unless it's Mike "Byrd" Tyson, 'cause he'll fuck your shit up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard by D.&lt;br /&gt;-house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114437908615041533?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114437908615041533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114437908615041533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/04/side-effects-may-include-ear-biting.html' title='Side effects may include ear biting'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114377707986442605</id><published>2006-03-30T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:51:19.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It works better crooked</title><content type='html'>Lady #1: I'm trying to get him to pee in any way.&lt;br /&gt;Lady #2: Just fold it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114377707986442605?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114377707986442605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114377707986442605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-works-better-crooked.html' title='It works better crooked'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114377698264614031</id><published>2006-03-30T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:49:42.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaver existentialism</title><content type='html'>Drunk girl #1 staring at beaver t-shirt: It's a beaver. Beaver!&lt;br /&gt;Drunk girl #2: What's it doing?&lt;br /&gt;T-shirt dude: Shaving!&lt;br /&gt;Drunk girl #1: Is a beaver still a beaver if it's shaved?&lt;br /&gt;Drunk girl #2: According to th shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Downtown bar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114377698264614031?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114377698264614031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114377698264614031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/03/beaver-existentialism.html' title='Beaver existentialism'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114272137397187916</id><published>2006-03-18T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:36:13.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're blowing smoke up my ass</title><content type='html'>DG #1: So, then you did meet the pope?&lt;br /&gt;DG #2: Oh...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-government building lobby&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114272137397187916?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272137397187916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272137397187916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/03/youre-blowing-smoke-up-my-ass.html' title='You&apos;re blowing smoke up my ass'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114272123162820181</id><published>2006-03-18T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:33:51.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's not a suggestion, it's a command</title><content type='html'>Maintenance guy's radio: Uhh...if the truck's not there...go for another smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-on the street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114272123162820181?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272123162820181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272123162820181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/03/thats-not-suggestion-its-command.html' title='That&apos;s not a suggestion, it&apos;s a command'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114272103363957772</id><published>2006-03-18T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:17:07.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The medicine of song</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Watching Rent: one woman just "dies" from AIDS, then comes back to life after her boyfriend sings a song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl #1: Oh my gosh, how can she come back to life, she has like pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;Girl #2: Well, it's the 90s. They had plenty of stuff to cure pneumonia... like songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114272103363957772?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272103363957772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272103363957772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/03/medicine-of-song.html' title='The medicine of song'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114272057622016999</id><published>2006-03-18T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:22:56.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The slippery slope of the karate chop</title><content type='html'>Metro man: I was wearing my Kung Fu slippers. And I slipped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114272057622016999?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272057622016999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272057622016999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/03/slippery-slope-of-karate-chop.html' title='The slippery slope of the karate chop'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114272047151348027</id><published>2006-03-18T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:21:11.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the love, baby</title><content type='html'>Fem dude: You're such a bitch. You should be shot.&lt;br /&gt;Burly dude: You should be spreadeagled on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elgin St.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114272047151348027?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272047151348027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272047151348027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/03/spread-love-baby.html' title='Spread the love, baby'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114272037779676272</id><published>2006-03-18T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:19:37.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're drunk when...</title><content type='html'>Tipsy girl #1: You can't whistle? Is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;Tipsy girl #2: See, I can't whistle. Pfffff. Pffffff.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk dude: I can whistle. Pffff. Pffff. Ohmigod! I forgot how to whistle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114272037779676272?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272037779676272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272037779676272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-know-youre-drunk-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re drunk when...'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-114272023952234154</id><published>2006-03-18T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:30:56.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organ-ic chemistry</title><content type='html'>Treebiter: (grabs house tree, and bites it)&lt;br /&gt;Bystander: You know, it can't love you back...&lt;br /&gt;Treebiter: Yes, it can. It's a living orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-house party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-114272023952234154?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272023952234154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/114272023952234154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/03/organ-ic-chemistry.html' title='Organ-ic chemistry'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113970939753733545</id><published>2006-02-11T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T17:56:37.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's talking about anti-freeze</title><content type='html'>Homeless dude: You know, you gotta power drink. It's great 'cause it gets your blood flowing, and keeps you all warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elgin St.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113970939753733545?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113970939753733545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113970939753733545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/02/hes-talking-about-anti-freeze.html' title='He&apos;s talking about anti-freeze'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113945550309846366</id><published>2006-02-08T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:25:03.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They live on the dark side</title><content type='html'>Kid #1: They have an Australian accent -- not to be racist.&lt;br /&gt;Kid #2: How is that racist?&lt;br /&gt;Kid #1: Well, they're bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bus #4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113945550309846366?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945550309846366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945550309846366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/02/they-live-on-dark-side.html' title='They live on the dark side'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113945389740589794</id><published>2006-02-08T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:58:17.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to confirm any stereotypes or anything</title><content type='html'>TV girl: Over there, that's Parliament Hill, and that's the National Archives.&lt;br /&gt;Famous has-been singer: Whoa, so this is, like, our Washington?&lt;br /&gt;TV girl: ... Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Car&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113945389740589794?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945389740589794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945389740589794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-to-confirm-any-stereotypes-or.html' title='Not to confirm any stereotypes or anything'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113945350127573521</id><published>2006-02-08T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:51:41.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But they all smoke the same pot</title><content type='html'>Dopey #1: The Rolling Stones are artists, but the football players are just entertainers.&lt;br /&gt;Dopey #2: The canvas is your listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Apartment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113945350127573521?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945350127573521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945350127573521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/02/but-they-all-smoke-same-pot.html' title='But they all smoke the same pot'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113945330953400359</id><published>2006-02-08T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:48:29.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In like a lion, out like a mouse</title><content type='html'>Chick: Um, excuse me! CAN I GET OFF!?! ... back door please.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-#3 bus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113945330953400359?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945330953400359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945330953400359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-like-lion-out-like-mouse.html' title='In like a lion, out like a mouse'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113945314312820905</id><published>2006-02-08T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:45:43.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a magic carpet ride</title><content type='html'>Dopey #1: How are the rides?&lt;br /&gt;Dopey #2: They're all about transfering you to a magical place.&lt;br /&gt;Dopey #1: Disney World?&lt;br /&gt;Dopey #2: No, Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Apartment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113945314312820905?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945314312820905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945314312820905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/02/take-magic-carpet-ride.html' title='Take a magic carpet ride'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113945299159439253</id><published>2006-02-08T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:43:11.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mick Jagger really illuminates the show</title><content type='html'>Superbowl halftime fan: It's like a million little people are taking pictures off his shirt. It's like he's projecting when he's taking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-House&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113945299159439253?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945299159439253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945299159439253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/02/mick-jagger-really-illuminates-show.html' title='Mick Jagger really illuminates the show'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113945280059031310</id><published>2006-02-08T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:40:00.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Munchies gone dopey</title><content type='html'>Pothead #1: Awww, ketchup chips. But only if they're Old Dutch.&lt;br /&gt;Pothead #2: Yeah, they're the best.&lt;br /&gt;Pothead #1: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Pothead #2: They're way ripplier. I mean, if you get the ripply kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Apartment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113945280059031310?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945280059031310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113945280059031310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/02/munchies-gone-dopey.html' title='Munchies gone dopey'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113788885599207529</id><published>2006-01-21T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T16:17:27.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings of the Merry &amp; Muddled</title><content type='html'>Yuppie dude: When me and Nick, before we were even 10, we used to sleep on the street.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk chick: When you were just babies!... Hey, you live by Eric.&lt;br /&gt;Yuppie dude: Do you even know where we are? The Museum of Nature is right there, baby. We're not even close to your house.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk chick: (shrugs, guzzles from jug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Metcalfe St.&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113788885599207529?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113788885599207529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113788885599207529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/01/musings-of-merry-muddled.html' title='Musings of the Merry &amp; Muddled'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113788862085275528</id><published>2006-01-21T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T16:10:20.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a scorcher</title><content type='html'>Guy: Hey, I saw you at the fire alarm last night.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yeah, Joe hates getting up when he doesn't have to. He's such an asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Health clinic waiting room&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113788862085275528?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113788862085275528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113788862085275528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-was-scorcher.html' title='It was a scorcher'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113694913084567976</id><published>2006-01-10T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:12:10.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckeddaboutit</title><content type='html'>Young woman: Hey, guess what, there was kind of a development in my love life.&lt;br /&gt;Old boss man: Did you have sex?&lt;br /&gt;Young woman: Umm...no...and now my story seems dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113694913084567976?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113694913084567976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113694913084567976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2006/01/fuckeddaboutit.html' title='Fuckeddaboutit'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113528758838445869</id><published>2005-12-22T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:39:48.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In mint condition</title><content type='html'>Girl: Oooh, there's the War Museum!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Um, that's the Mint.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Aaaaaaaaaw!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Um, that's why it says "Royal Mint." It's where they make the money.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yeah, "Mint" is short for "War Museum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-#3 Bus&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113528758838445869?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113528758838445869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113528758838445869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-mint-condition.html' title='In mint condition'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113442382997798265</id><published>2005-12-12T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T13:43:49.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banking on model behaviour</title><content type='html'>Girl #1: Yeah, I heard she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;Girl #2: Yeah, she's spending her money like friggin' Tyra Banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-#1 Bus&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113442382997798265?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113442382997798265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113442382997798265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/12/banking-on-model-behaviour.html' title='Banking on model behaviour'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113428353581252360</id><published>2005-12-10T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:45:35.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White is the new black</title><content type='html'>Chick: I don't know if she realizes I have a sensitivity about being white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Apartment building&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113428353581252360?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113428353581252360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113428353581252360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/12/white-is-new-black.html' title='White is the new black'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113428348138511541</id><published>2005-12-10T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:44:41.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashes of idiocy</title><content type='html'>Chick: She's such a blooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rideau Centre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113428348138511541?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113428348138511541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113428348138511541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/12/flashes-of-idiocy.html' title='Flashes of idiocy'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113428336380622516</id><published>2005-12-10T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:42:43.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No hidden message</title><content type='html'>Dude: That is soooo 1981.&lt;br /&gt;Chick: Those JEANS are so 198&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elgin St.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113428336380622516?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113428336380622516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113428336380622516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-hidden-message.html' title='No hidden message'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113408064513130444</id><published>2005-12-08T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:24:05.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To get rrrrid of ze Frrrrench accent</title><content type='html'>Girl who just finished an English test: So, after they said I was advanced, they made me take a grammar test, and you know I didn't do good.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1 minute later...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Girl who just finished an English test: They offer a course in advanced pronunciation. Who needs a course to learn to pronunciate things??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lobby of government building&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113408064513130444?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113408064513130444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113408064513130444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-get-rrrrid-of-ze-frrrrench-accent.html' title='To get rrrrid of ze Frrrrench accent'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113408038515450771</id><published>2005-12-08T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:19:45.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually, that's the dunce hat</title><content type='html'>Little girl putting on purple hat: I am a GENIUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rideau Centre&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113408038515450771?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113408038515450771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113408038515450771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/12/actually-thats-dunce-hat.html' title='Actually, that&apos;s the dunce hat'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113376004536860736</id><published>2005-12-04T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:25:13.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling a Britney</title><content type='html'>Bearded dude: You are so Britney Spears right now.&lt;br /&gt;Chick: What?&lt;br /&gt;Bearded dude: You look like white trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113376004536860736?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113376004536860736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113376004536860736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/12/pulling-britney.html' title='Pulling a Britney'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113375996017552199</id><published>2005-12-04T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:19:20.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One tough cookie</title><content type='html'>Chick: You want a cookie?&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Yeah, sure.&lt;br /&gt;Chick: Did you wash your hands?&lt;br /&gt;Dude: No, I'm a guy... Yeah I washed my hands and then I douched.&lt;br /&gt;Chick: Can you douche your pee-pee hole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113375996017552199?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113375996017552199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113375996017552199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-tough-cookie.html' title='One tough cookie'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113371987879964137</id><published>2005-12-04T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T10:14:00.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's whore-ific!</title><content type='html'>Pottymouth chick: I put the "ass" in class.&lt;br /&gt;Dude: You put the "whore" in a word that has W-H-O-R-E in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113371987879964137?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113371987879964137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113371987879964137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/12/thats-whore-ific.html' title='That&apos;s whore-ific!'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113371977616783298</id><published>2005-12-04T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T10:09:36.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But it can bite</title><content type='html'>Cabbie: How's the weather out there?&lt;br /&gt;Lady in cab: It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: Weather doesn't suck, it freezes. I wish it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Lady in cab: ...&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: So, is it pretty windy out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rideau St.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113371977616783298?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113371977616783298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113371977616783298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/12/but-it-can-bite.html' title='But it can bite'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113371948924148870</id><published>2005-12-04T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T10:04:49.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weathering a sand storm</title><content type='html'>Teen girl #1: Hey it's the weather girl!&lt;br /&gt;Teen girl #2: Weather *WOMAN*. &lt;br /&gt;Not weather woman: No, that's the *other* brown girl.&lt;br /&gt;Teen girl #1: Oh...   sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-George St.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113371948924148870?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113371948924148870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113371948924148870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/12/weathering-sand-storm.html' title='Weathering a sand storm'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113306886748286743</id><published>2005-11-26T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:21:07.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go hmmmm</title><content type='html'>Dude #1: Your fantasy is our business.&lt;br /&gt;Dude #2: ... And business is goooooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Downtown office&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113306886748286743?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113306886748286743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113306886748286743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmm.html' title='Things that make you go hmmmm'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113306874368007426</id><published>2005-11-26T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:19:03.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh, you're not supposed to chew</title><content type='html'>Drunk chick: I didn't know how to fucking chew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fox &amp; Feather on Elgin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113306874368007426?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113306874368007426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113306874368007426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/uh-youre-not-supposed-to-chew.html' title='Uh, you&apos;re not supposed to chew'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113306866061799613</id><published>2005-11-26T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:17:40.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rape me, Beautiful!</title><content type='html'>Dude hands model wannabe a drink.&lt;br /&gt;Model wannabe: There better fucking be roofies in here. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-House party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113306866061799613?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113306866061799613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113306866061799613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/rape-me-beautiful.html' title='Rape me, Beautiful!'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113296704969856763</id><published>2005-11-25T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T17:04:09.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see suicide bombers</title><content type='html'>Bag lady: Can you help me? I'm homeless and terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elgin St.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113296704969856763?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113296704969856763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113296704969856763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-see-suicide-bombers.html' title='I see suicide bombers'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113296687293473380</id><published>2005-11-25T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T17:01:12.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That damn hysterectomy</title><content type='html'>Shopgirl #1: ...so, that explains why I'm not getting pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Shopgirl #2: Yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Shopgirl #1: So I'm gonna go get that checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shoppers Drug Mart, Rideau Centre&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113296687293473380?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113296687293473380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113296687293473380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/that-damn-hysterectomy.html' title='That damn hysterectomy'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113276823025211199</id><published>2005-11-23T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:51:31.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Lewis in all his glory</title><content type='html'>In a departure from the usual anonymous style, I'm including a few one-liners from the Stephen Lewis Sunlife Financial lecture at Carleton University on Nov. 22. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On being sponsored by Sunlife:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be sponsored by a corporation is more than my frail psyche can handle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his appointment by Brian Mulroney as Canadian ambassador to the UN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the only person who will ever say they're indebted to Brian Mulroney."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Conservative Party:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As Florence MacDonald can tell you, when you work with the Tories you're not only cleansed, you're neutered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his speech:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I learned a long time ago that an absence of knowledge should not impede opinion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On gender equality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men as a species is largely beyond redemption."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113276823025211199?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113276823025211199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113276823025211199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/stephen-lewis-in-all-his-glory.html' title='Stephen Lewis in all his glory'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113276682205095638</id><published>2005-11-23T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:27:02.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your breathe is so hot and oniony! Grrrr!</title><content type='html'>Uni chick to other chick: I smell onions. Wanna make out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Minto Centre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113276682205095638?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113276682205095638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113276682205095638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-breathe-is-so-hot-and-oniony.html' title='Your breathe is so hot and oniony! Grrrr!'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113260987972882550</id><published>2005-11-21T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:51:19.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what you get for not writing a wish list</title><content type='html'>Dude: My ma hasn't asked me what I want for Christmas yet.&lt;br /&gt;Chick: Oh, so does that mean she's getting you that 51-piece drill set?&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Big Bud's&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113260987972882550?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113260987972882550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113260987972882550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/thats-what-you-get-for-not-writing.html' title='That&apos;s what you get for not writing a wish list'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113260143721304847</id><published>2005-11-21T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:30:37.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first time is always special</title><content type='html'>Two teenage goth chicks pass a group of teenage boys carring various band instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage girl, holding out orange fuzzy thing: Want to touch fuzzy??&lt;br /&gt;Teenage boy touches it.&lt;br /&gt;Teenage boy, running to catch up with friends: Guys!! I touched fuzzy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rideau Street&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113260143721304847?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113260143721304847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113260143721304847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-time-is-always-special.html' title='The first time is always special'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113260119066998813</id><published>2005-11-21T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:31:56.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She soaked it up like a sponge</title><content type='html'>Thug in Spongebob baseball cap: She was drinking Drambuie straight out of the bottle! I was like dude, you are the man! You may have nice boobs, but you are the man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Liquor store at Rideau and King Edward&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113260119066998813?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113260119066998813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113260119066998813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/she-soaked-it-up-like-sponge.html' title='She soaked it up like a sponge'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113226608426051524</id><published>2005-11-17T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:21:24.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These boots are made for talking</title><content type='html'>Random Crazy Woman Passerby: I see you bought your winter boots.&lt;br /&gt;Girl Carrying Feet First Bag: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Random Crazy: Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Neither knew each other, passing in opposite directions.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elgin Street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113226608426051524?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113226608426051524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113226608426051524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/these-boots-are-made-for-talking.html' title='These boots are made for talking'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113226585669952054</id><published>2005-11-17T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:17:36.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venus Envy is just a few blocks away...</title><content type='html'>One old fogey to his colleague: Are you for experiment? Or is it too soon for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Domus Cafe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113226585669952054?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113226585669952054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113226585669952054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/venus-envy-is-just-few-blocks-away.html' title='Venus Envy is just a few blocks away...'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113226539492195489</id><published>2005-11-17T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:09:54.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the colour of stupid?</title><content type='html'>Teen Freak: Did you pick out that backpack? &lt;br /&gt;Frumpy Woman Wearing Ugly Old Backpack: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Teen Freak: It's nice. I like the colours purple and black together. I like how purple is just like one hit away from black. Purple and black. Those must be Libra colours. No, purple, black AND white, that's Libra. Ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113226539492195489?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113226539492195489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113226539492195489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-colour-of-stupid.html' title='What&apos;s the colour of stupid?'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113217188141306974</id><published>2005-11-16T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:11:21.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savage Like Wild Rice</title><content type='html'>Boss: Listen, call the journalist back, and tell them we're on it. Tell them we're on it like white on rice.&lt;br /&gt;Subordinate: Ok, but I'm going to use a different euphemism.&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Why? Rice IS white! Unless you are talking about basmati, or some other types of wild rice...Listen! I don't have time to discuss types of rice with you! Just call them back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113217188141306974?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113217188141306974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113217188141306974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/savage-like-wild-rice.html' title='Savage Like Wild Rice'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113199743164311809</id><published>2005-11-14T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T11:43:51.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this "other" that you speak of?</title><content type='html'>Dude to drunk friend sleeping on stairs: What are you doing here? Why aren't you in the apartment?&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: You didn't give me the key to the apartment, just to the building.&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Did you check your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Did you check your other pocket?&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: I never thought of that. &lt;pulls out key&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hallway Stairs in Apartment Building&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by O.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113199743164311809?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113199743164311809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113199743164311809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-this-other-that-you-speak-of.html' title='What is this &quot;other&quot; that you speak of?'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113194698712976346</id><published>2005-11-13T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:43:07.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Jobs Currently Available In Ottawa For Tomb Raiders</title><content type='html'>Dude: I should have been a relic hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113194698712976346?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113194698712976346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113194698712976346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-jobs-currently-available-in-ottawa.html' title='No Jobs Currently Available In Ottawa For Tomb Raiders'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113194643538306458</id><published>2005-11-13T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:33:55.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fields Of Corn Flourish By The River Styx</title><content type='html'>Chick: Vegetables are Satan's food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113194643538306458?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113194643538306458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113194643538306458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/fields-of-corn-flourish-by-river-styx.html' title='Fields Of Corn Flourish By The River Styx'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113126163906851994</id><published>2005-11-05T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:20:39.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Doggin' Me</title><content type='html'>Fat chick to tall dude: You're like a chihuahua. You're all like 'Love me, feed me, pay attention to me.' I just want to kick you, kick you like a football, put you on the ground and just kick you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-#7 bus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113126163906851994?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113126163906851994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113126163906851994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/stop-doggin-me.html' title='Stop Doggin&apos; Me'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113126145543744008</id><published>2005-11-05T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:17:35.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drunken "Did You Know" of the Night</title><content type='html'>Drunken Braggart: Didya know the other day in the Bay I told a girl to go fuck herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rideau Street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113126145543744008?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113126145543744008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113126145543744008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/drunken-did-you-know-of-night.html' title='The Drunken &quot;Did You Know&quot; of the Night'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113113751900003988</id><published>2005-11-04T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T12:51:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of relief?</title><content type='html'>Man in stall: Ohhh Yeahhh! Jesus Murphy! Yeahhh! Now that's how you spell relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Men's washroom&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113113751900003988?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113113751900003988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113113751900003988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-kind-of-relief.html' title='What kind of relief?'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113113700266086778</id><published>2005-11-04T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T12:44:05.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't that the motherfucking truth</title><content type='html'>Chick #1: I have to agree with him, I think it's weird for a mother to be saying fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Chick #2: If anything, when you're a mother, you say fuck way more than you ever did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Government Building Cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113113700266086778?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113113700266086778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113113700266086778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/11/aint-that-motherfucking-truth.html' title='Ain&apos;t that the motherfucking truth'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113054004538343411</id><published>2005-10-28T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:10:40.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day: men-stroo-nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="mb_0"&gt;       &lt;div style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Teenybopper #1: Diarrhea!! Haha!! Diarrhea...that's  something like my mom would say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Teenybopper #2: Yeah, then you get older and it's  men-stroo-nation. I'm men-stroo-ating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-#7 Bus&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113054004538343411?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113054004538343411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113054004538343411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/word-of-day-men-stroo-nation.html' title='Word of the Day: men-stroo-nation'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113051452470168158</id><published>2005-10-28T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T08:48:44.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma always said flaunt what you've got, or bought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Worker to intern:  You’re always a hit when you’ve got the fake boobs on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Penny&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/16983405-113051452470168158?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113051452470168158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113051452470168158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/momma-always-said-flaunt-what-youve.html' title='Momma always said flaunt what you&apos;ve got, or bought'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113011113332572518</id><published>2005-10-23T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T16:45:33.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A feat for the Guinness Book of World Records</title><content type='html'>Chick: Call the boss at home. Do you have her number?&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Yeah, I’ve got her on speed dial. I could dial it with a hard-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113011113332572518?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113011113332572518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113011113332572518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/feat-for-guinness-book-of-world_23.html' title='A feat for the Guinness Book of World Records'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113011091741145329</id><published>2005-10-23T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T08:47:50.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're anorexic when you lose your pee-flap fat</title><content type='html'>Pottymouth chick: Do you have any fat on your body?&lt;br /&gt;Anorexic chick: Yeah, I do. On my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;Pottymouth chick: Yeah, right. Next you’re going to say your pee-flaps are fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113011091741145329?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113011091741145329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113011091741145329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-know-youre-anorexic-when-you-lose.html' title='You know you&apos;re anorexic when you lose your pee-flap fat'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113011077582901265</id><published>2005-10-23T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T16:39:35.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicy never sounded so appetizing</title><content type='html'>Office worker: Pick me up a bag of chips -- something spicy.&lt;br /&gt;Pottymouth chick: Something that’ll give you heart burn in your bum bum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113011077582901265?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113011077582901265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113011077582901265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/spicy-never-sounded-so-appetizing.html' title='Spicy never sounded so appetizing'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-113011039760356418</id><published>2005-10-23T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T16:33:17.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do five-star resorts attract high-class idiots?</title><content type='html'>Ignorant Man 1:  I mean, all those five-star resorts in Cancun and thereabouts? They don’t even know how to cook pork properly.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant Man 2:  There’s that misconception about having to overcook pork, so that’s all they know how to do…&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant Man 3:  Fuck, I won’t ever go there again on vacation again 'til those people learn how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Black Cat Cafe&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-113011039760356418?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113011039760356418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/113011039760356418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-do-five-star-resorts-attract-high.html' title='Why do five-star resorts attract high-class idiots?'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112995981391869370</id><published>2005-10-21T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:08:14.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Featuring Kanye West and Ashley MacIsaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girl #1: So, do they only play Irish  music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girl #2: Well, sometimes they play covers...like  Spirit of the West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girl #1: Kanye West?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girl #3: What? Kanye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girl #2: No, um, Spirit of the West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;-Heart &amp;amp; Crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112995981391869370?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112995981391869370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112995981391869370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/featuring-kanye-west-and-ashley.html' title='Featuring Kanye West and Ashley MacIsaac'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112995967401910611</id><published>2005-10-21T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:06:26.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hipster Elf: Fashion or Faux Pas?</title><content type='html'>Chick: There're elves everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zaphod's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112995967401910611?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112995967401910611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112995967401910611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/hipster-elf-fashion-or-faux-pas.html' title='Hipster Elf: Fashion or Faux Pas?'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112977673693871093</id><published>2005-10-19T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:01:06.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now You're Blowing White Smoke Out of Your Ass</title><content type='html'>Worker #1: Everyone can be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;Worker #2: Yeah, everyone can be replaced.... even the pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112977673693871093?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112977673693871093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112977673693871093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-youre-blowing-white-smoke-out-of.html' title='Now You&apos;re Blowing White Smoke Out of Your Ass'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112956473850364764</id><published>2005-10-17T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T08:58:58.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How'd You Like That On Your Criminal Record?</title><content type='html'>Bad ass teenage girl 1: Yeah, I got grounded again.&lt;br /&gt;Bad ass teenage girl 2: Oh yeah? for breaking the glass at school?&lt;br /&gt;Bad ass teenage girl 1: No, it was when the cops came to my house again.&lt;br /&gt;Bad ass teenage girl 2: Are you and your boyfriend really that loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-#97 bus&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112956473850364764?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112956473850364764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112956473850364764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/howd-you-like-that-on-your-criminal.html' title='How&apos;d You Like That On Your Criminal Record?'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112956377266422659</id><published>2005-10-17T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T08:46:16.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Other "Realities" Do You Make For Yourself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chick 1: So how did  your husband propose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chick 2: Oh, I told  him to. I find that the best realities are the ones you create  for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-House&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by D.&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/16983405-112956377266422659?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112956377266422659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112956377266422659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-other-realities-do-you-make-for.html' title='What Other &quot;Realities&quot; Do You Make For Yourself?'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112955889926773553</id><published>2005-10-17T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T07:21:39.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Conversation Is About to Expire</title><content type='html'>Gay guy 1:  I love the condoms I have right now.  They're totally the best.&lt;br /&gt;Gay guy 2:  uh.. (a little uncomfortable)&lt;br /&gt;Gay guy 1:  ... except I think they're about to expire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-on the bus&lt;br /&gt;submitted by K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112955889926773553?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112955889926773553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112955889926773553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-conversation-is-about-to-expire.html' title='This Conversation Is About to Expire'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112923498387189821</id><published>2005-10-13T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:02:27.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Because It's Full of Bureaucrats Like You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;Guy to girl: Oooh,  yeah, I really like Eighteen. It's just like Social except it doesn't make you  hate Ottawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Lobby of government  building&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112923498387189821?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112923498387189821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112923498387189821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/maybe-because-its-full-of-bureaucrats.html' title='Maybe Because It&apos;s Full of Bureaucrats Like You'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112905969555261796</id><published>2005-10-11T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T12:41:35.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 11, 2005</title><content type='html'>Dude #1: Michael Jackson's a freak.&lt;br /&gt;Dude #2: When you call someone a freak, that really means something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pottymouth chick on cell: That was a great fucking parking job. What were you fucking thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Dweeb #1: What classy language.&lt;br /&gt;Dweeb #2: Yes, just lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Metcalfe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old fogey to wife: Why on earth would I want to see this thing about Egypt and walking on the moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Canal Boat Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112905969555261796?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112905969555261796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112905969555261796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/oct-11-2005.html' title='Oct. 11, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112872137976201918</id><published>2005-10-07T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:42:59.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 7, 2005</title><content type='html'>Lady to other lady: You're shallow and an intellect at the same time... That's why I like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I always feel like I need man's umbrella. This one is too small.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Don't worry. Girls don't notice... unless it's puny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-#7 bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112872137976201918?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112872137976201918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112872137976201918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/oct-7-2005_07.html' title='Oct. 7, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112865343427677272</id><published>2005-10-06T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:50:34.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 7, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gray-haired Woman: Repressed anger often leads to depression. Or is it depression leads to repressed anger? Oh well, (laughing aloud) either way you're screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Rideau Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Submitted by S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grumpy Old Man: Don't make fun of handicapped people. They're easier to get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112865343427677272?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112865343427677272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112865343427677272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/oct-7-2005.html' title='Oct. 7, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112851766449795974</id><published>2005-10-05T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T06:07:44.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 5, 2005</title><content type='html'>Chick #1: I'd hate the bus if it wasn't so damned convenient.&lt;br /&gt;Chick #2: Yeah, it's too bad we need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -#4 bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick #1: She kept pushing me. I was practically humping your leg.&lt;br /&gt;Chick #2: It's a moment I'll cherish forever.&lt;br /&gt;Chick #1: (laugh) She was so tall her ass was in my back the whole ride.&lt;br /&gt;Chick #2: Public transit, bringing strangers together.&lt;br /&gt;Chick#1: In more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -#4 bus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112851766449795974?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112851766449795974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112851766449795974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/oct-5-2005.html' title='Oct. 5, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112831207830837172</id><published>2005-10-02T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:14:57.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 2, 2005</title><content type='html'>Uni chick: That baby, like, cries all the time.  But she’s not, like, genetically evil or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-Ada's Diner, Bank Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Submitted by K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick: You call it nasty, I call it flattery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/16983405-112831207830837172?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112831207830837172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112831207830837172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/oct-2-2005.html' title='Oct. 2, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112823456241170514</id><published>2005-10-01T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T07:29:00.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 1, 2005</title><content type='html'>Hobo woman, shrieking: I don't even like sex anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Hobo man, singing: Where have all the young girls gone...long time passing...I wanna know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bank &amp;amp; Somerset&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick: It's a little harder to find a whore there than in Vanier -- the only drawback."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Grab it , squeeze it and suck it.&lt;br /&gt;RE: jello shooters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Downtown party&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112823456241170514?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112823456241170514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112823456241170514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/10/oct-1-2005.html' title='Oct. 1, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112810742733279866</id><published>2005-09-30T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T17:14:59.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 30, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student girl #1: Ya know, guys are all like........ (gestures with crossed index fingers)  hisss hisss hisss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Student girl #2: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rideau Centre OC Transpo kiosk&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I don't like these stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girl: Why not? They're good for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy: Yeah, I know. I just don't like where they lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Stairs of office building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girl: Yeah, I came back here and I was all like where are my stairs that I usually fall down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Unicentre, Carleton University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112810742733279866?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112810742733279866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112810742733279866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-30-2005.html' title='Sept. 30, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112787689104034217</id><published>2005-09-27T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:08:11.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 27, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bearded Dude:  I think people who don't like John Lennon don't like music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bridgehead on Bank&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112787689104034217?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112787689104034217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112787689104034217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-27-2005.html' title='Sept. 27, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112778264286509239</id><published>2005-09-26T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:11:28.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 26, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woman #1:  Isn't Judy just the nicest lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woman #2:  Oh, yes!  She is!  I had her over for coffee today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woman #3:  You know, she used to be a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woman #2:  Oh, I know.  She's still got her piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gym change room&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112778264286509239?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112778264286509239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112778264286509239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-26-2005.html' title='Sept. 26, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112770736719328461</id><published>2005-09-25T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T18:02:03.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 25, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy #1: Didn't your parents ever wash your mouth out with soap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pottymouth Chick: My parents think I don't swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy #2: You're on a swearing jihad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chick: Momma always said you shouldn't fuck beneath your class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick: Hey, have you seen "Forty Year Old Virgin" yet?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I'm looking at one right now.&lt;br /&gt;-office&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/16983405-112770736719328461?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112770736719328461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112770736719328461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-25-2005.html' title='Sept. 25, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112762821067560835</id><published>2005-09-24T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T23:03:30.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 23, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chick: I can't believe you think Joni Mitchell is a blathering idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fox &amp;amp; Feather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112762821067560835?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112762821067560835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112762821067560835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-23-2005.html' title='Sept. 23, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112741431756942461</id><published>2005-09-22T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T11:38:37.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 22, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick: I don't have anything to wear except for a t-shirt that says Fuck Off... and a hat.&lt;br /&gt;    -Carleton U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: If you have a comb that says Made in France, then THAT'S where it was made.&lt;br /&gt;    -Carleton U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112741431756942461?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112741431756942461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112741431756942461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-22-2005.html' title='Sept. 22, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112735512304329859</id><published>2005-09-21T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:12:03.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 21, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy #1:  Getting married in Vegas is the height of class.&lt;br /&gt;Guy #2:  Hey.  My parents got married in Vegas.&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy #1:  ...  My comment stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Elgin Street Diner&lt;br /&gt;-Submitted by K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112735512304329859?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112735512304329859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112735512304329859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-21-2005.html' title='Sept. 21, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112734093146169386</id><published>2005-09-21T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:15:31.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 19, 2005</title><content type='html'>Girl #1: You can't put dinosaurs in microwaves.&lt;br /&gt;Girl #2: Yes, you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -In the street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112734093146169386?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112734093146169386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112734093146169386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-19-2005.html' title='Sept. 19, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112733964951982432</id><published>2005-09-21T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:59:00.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 18, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Worker #1: You want one?&lt;br /&gt;Worker #2: No thanks. Don’t those make you go doo-doo?&lt;br /&gt;Worker #1: What?&lt;br /&gt;Worker #2: Those are After Eight mints? Don’t you eat them after meals to stay regular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112733964951982432?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112733964951982432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112733964951982432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-18-2005.html' title='Sept. 18, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112733958097809999</id><published>2005-09-21T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T16:18:26.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 17, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Asking for a table at Elgin Street Diner:&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Girl: Dude, we’re eleven.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Boy: That is a disgusting number.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Guy #1 at table (listening to conversation): That’s one of those things that’s not going to be funny tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Guy #2 at table: Yeah, but it’ll be alright on-line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -Elgin Street Diner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Preppy Guy: That’s the first sign of fatness – a double chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -Byward Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112733958097809999?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112733958097809999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112733958097809999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-17-2005.html' title='Sept. 17, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112733947574310647</id><published>2005-09-21T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:18:59.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 13, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reporter: You don’t really care… just watch them whack it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-newsroom, on-air&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/16983405-112733947574310647?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112733947574310647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112733947574310647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-13-2005.html' title='Sept. 13, 2005'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112733931632430792</id><published>2005-09-21T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:57:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drunk Nephew: Get the fuck off me so I can get my Budweiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drunk Aunt sitting in his lap: OK, OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    -Trout Lake Hotel, in the boonies&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/16983405-112733931632430792?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112733931632430792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112733931632430792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112733926332400258</id><published>2005-09-21T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:02:14.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Son #2: Trains run on train tracks and cars run on roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Son #1: You’re never allowed to run on train tracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Son #2: Yeah, they’re dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - O-Train &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/16983405-112733926332400258?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112733926332400258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112733926332400258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/july.html' title='July'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16983405.post-112733883342410531</id><published>2005-09-21T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:02:46.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mother: Everyone has to wash their hands from all that touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - O-Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16983405-112733883342410531?l=quotedinottawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112733883342410531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16983405/posts/default/112733883342410531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotedinottawa.blogspot.com/2005/09/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
