<?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-5744267</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:00:47.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miasplatican Empire, the eastern part.</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A chronicle of one small bar/restaurant/sty in one medium sized urban county.&lt;/em&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>452</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-111855755905029674</id><published>2005-06-12T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T02:36:13.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/111855755905029674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=111855755905029674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/111855755905029674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/111855755905029674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-111855629140939898</id><published>2005-06-12T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T02:04:51.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Bloomin' "H" Is Going On?</title><summary type='text'>Something is terribly wrong over here at le splat...it's been awhile since I have wandered through ye ol' doors due to switching phone companies/broad band carriers and such, and now that I have returned all hell has broken loose.First off, my co-admin on this thing is M.I.A....Kronik where art thou? I am noticing that you have taken yourself off this thing and am wondering como?Secondly, all the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/111855629140939898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=111855629140939898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/111855629140939898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/111855629140939898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-bloomin-h-is-going-on.html' title='What the Bloomin&apos; &quot;H&quot; Is Going On?'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-111211580798344536</id><published>2005-03-29T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:03:27.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been thinking about slang lately, as a friend of mine who is non-american born feels their english is not "good" though in fact he speaks and picks up nontraditional street talk quite proficiently. maybe its because he learned english from television? i dunno.in comparison to other countries, i think english slang is the most non-sensible and uncreative of the lot. it's like jabberwocky or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/111211580798344536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=111211580798344536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/111211580798344536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/111211580798344536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2005/03/ive-been-thinking-about-slang-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-110615466179245437</id><published>2005-01-19T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T12:11:01.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun is a mass of incandesent gas</title><summary type='text'>well, here we are again. same bat-time, same bat-channel....whatever that means. it's cold outside and the anchormen and women have already begun wishing for high temps and no snow which they will immediately bemoan the loss of when the summer actually gets here.stupid t.v. personalities. they're never content.on a truly disgusting side note:i was sitting around with fanboy a few days ago and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/110615466179245437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=110615466179245437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110615466179245437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110615466179245437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2005/01/sun-is-mass-of-incandesent-gas.html' title='the sun is a mass of incandesent gas'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-110511085722340080</id><published>2005-01-07T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T10:14:17.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapel Taxi</title><summary type='text'>So far so good on the Taxi service I am providing. I seem to have a regular customer taking spaz to work. Good thing he works every day. I have also agreed to be people's "Taxi Valet" and making cigarette and beer runs for select people. I am even keeping a 12-pack in my trunk for those times when you "just can get enough"dePeche ModeA lot of my old McCillicutties clientele have trasfered to me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/110511085722340080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=110511085722340080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110511085722340080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110511085722340080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2005/01/chapel-taxi.html' title='Chapel Taxi'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-110348124881416753</id><published>2004-12-19T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T13:35:34.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aunt bee's kerosene cucumbers</title><summary type='text'>Aunt Bee is frantic to "save" the very bronch, she ralleyed against for so long. Now she is calling me friday afternoons with the menu, and if I do not call her back - right away, she called her mom Minny Driver to do, her pinking shears version.Friday night, still not having heard her message, I was in LeSplat, and nomessage was made of the menu. You see, Briscoe called me saturday afternoon. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/110348124881416753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=110348124881416753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110348124881416753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110348124881416753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/12/aunt-bees-kerosene-cucumbers.html' title='aunt bee&apos;s kerosene cucumbers'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-110298227695146930</id><published>2004-12-13T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T18:57:56.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Customer is always right!</title><summary type='text'>It is often a manager's job to placate a customer that feels wronged.  It is from this act, I believe the old saying "The Customer is Always Right" comes from.  Over the years it has become bastardized to be a a rallying cry for bad behavior everywhere.  Rarely is a customer that actually says this, actually in the right.  It is their way of saying "I want it my way".  The customer is always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/110298227695146930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=110298227695146930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110298227695146930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110298227695146930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/12/customer-is-always-right.html' title='The Customer is always right!'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-110288271929476505</id><published>2004-12-12T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:18:39.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt both.......</title><summary type='text'>                                                   SHOCKED AND OUTRAGEDas i read and reread your last posting, i find myself appalled and horrified by your scary-oke experience on so many levels that i dont know where to begin.to have anybody say that - be it out loud, to a friend or amongst strangers- is not only poor taste and manners but so terrible as to warrant nay-deserve- a powerfully </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/110288271929476505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=110288271929476505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110288271929476505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110288271929476505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-felt-both.html' title='I felt both.......'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-110278876948667629</id><published>2004-12-11T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T13:12:49.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I sez to the guy I sez</title><summary type='text'>I did a last minute Krappaoke hosting. It was fine, I got a bit overwhelmed due to a slow start, then an explosion of people. They were interrupting me when I was having technical difficulties. One such person, I shall call him "PJ" asked if he could play one of his own CDs. Of course I agreed, I even said people bring their own all the time. It should be important to note that people bring their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/110278876948667629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=110278876948667629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110278876948667629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110278876948667629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-i-sez-to-guy-i-sez.html' title='So I sez to the guy I sez'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-110260536538093202</id><published>2004-12-09T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T10:16:05.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for the first time ever at lesplat a server quits and the rest of the staff isnt screwed by the loss. i was pretty amazed and startled by the happening...usually, when someone quits that means i have to work a monday night s-kareoke but not this time, baBAY!and speaking of staffing issues:man, we'll hire anybody. there's a certain beauty and/or tragic quality about that in there somewhere. not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/110260536538093202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=110260536538093202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110260536538093202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110260536538093202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/12/for-first-time-ever-at-lesplat-server.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-110148200537046954</id><published>2004-11-26T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T10:13:25.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces and parts of my life that do not fit on any other blog</title><summary type='text'>Since we rarely post anymore, I am going to assume what I have to talk about has to do lesplat since it is still a big part of my life.I was at Krispee's Copies,&lt;!---Kinkos---&gt; oops I mean USPS:Krispee's&lt;!---fedex:Kinkos--&gt; yesterday and I finally asked Steve Hilton&lt;!---Todd Hyatt---&gt; out.  Well at least for his number.  This is how it went down.  I leaned forward and asked him if he was seeing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/110148200537046954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=110148200537046954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110148200537046954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/110148200537046954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/11/pieces-and-parts-of-my-life-that-do.html' title='Pieces and parts of my life that do not fit on any other blog'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109975589680765675</id><published>2004-11-05T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T10:44:56.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive into the pool</title><summary type='text'>So I have dinner with the Professor and Mrs. Howell.  We went to Buckwheat's at their new location at the suburban art exterior.  Nice place, good food.  Staff that would fit into the lesplat reject file.  Mrs. Howell had water spilled allover her by a busser trying to save by holding a table full of dishes in one hand.Our waitress, with, as Dr. J put it, GLH (Girl Love Handles) had the memory </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109975589680765675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109975589680765675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109975589680765675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109975589680765675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/11/dive-into-pool.html' title='Dive into the pool'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109953596590171922</id><published>2004-11-03T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T21:39:25.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ghost story</title><summary type='text'>With all this writing about the conjuring, I thought I would also start a string about the ghost stories.It is well accepted that LeSplat is haunted.  Theories of the ghost range from logical to the demonic and even a cachophany, but I am just going to refer to it as "The ghost".One night I let everyone byt the dishwasher go home.  It was just me and him, and we dicided to have our last shot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109953596590171922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109953596590171922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109953596590171922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109953596590171922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/11/ghost-story.html' title='A Ghost story'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109953521627225967</id><published>2004-11-03T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T21:32:04.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conjurors, We</title><summary type='text'>Today after working out at the gym, I decided to stop By leSlat to show the bar bitch my ass.  I had already emailed a picture, so i thought she may be ready for the real thing.  Having had and lost and regained the status of best ass in lexington, I was prime to show it off.  Alas, Barbitch was off celebrated the birth of the fanboy.  But who was sitting at the bar, but those neo floridians, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109953521627225967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109953521627225967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109953521627225967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109953521627225967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/11/conjurors-we.html' title='Conjurors, We'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109924032665242283</id><published>2004-10-31T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T11:32:06.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this halloween weekend depressed the holy crappolo outta me. not only have not - as of yet- been able to watch ONE single-solitary scary movie, but have had to watch idiots masquerading as spooky/sexy/ambiguious idiots get drunk and annoy people.this week began with me anticipating BIG FUN in the form of birthday celebrations, alcohol, presents (to buy - not receive) a costume (for me)and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109924032665242283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109924032665242283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109924032665242283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109924032665242283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-halloween-weekend-depressed-holy.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109914346304879938</id><published>2004-10-29T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T09:37:43.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Fire Conjuring</title><summary type='text'>My parents were in town this week.   Thursday we started talking about something, and I used an anecdote about some regular customers of mine to illustrate a point.  These people had been on my mind.  They share a love of silent movies.  They and I had talked about a specific edition of Nosferatu with a brand new soundtrack.  They are on the board of the Kentucky Theater organ group.  So anyway, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109914346304879938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109914346304879938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109914346304879938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109914346304879938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/full-fire-conjuring.html' title='Full Fire Conjuring'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109871965136983769</id><published>2004-10-25T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T11:54:11.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SYNERGY, YO!</title><summary type='text'>in the vein of bridgette jones, i suppose we can call that 'mentionitis' but as i am the person who would rather strive for the otherworldy and/or magical explanation over sheer rationale anytime, i would have to agree that 'the power' you speak of is more than a likely phenomenon.the wicca in me knows all too well the power of the word, but sometimes i think we forget about the power of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109871965136983769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109871965136983769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109871965136983769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109871965136983769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/synergy-yo.html' title='SYNERGY, YO!'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109867651311769138</id><published>2004-10-24T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:55:13.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The power</title><summary type='text'>I still have the power to conjure when I am in leSplat.  A few weeks back, I said, out of the blue "isn't it time for chicken to come by?".  As we know she lives in Boston.  The following weekend, she was in town for a class reunion.Recently, I was talking to the barbitch, and brought up a former bartender.  This bartender had not been in leSplat for 2 years.  When I arrived the following night</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109867651311769138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109867651311769138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109867651311769138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109867651311769138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/power.html' title='The power'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109837083185520387</id><published>2004-10-21T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T11:00:31.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right about the time i was leaving work last night, i answered the phone thinking it was going to be a carry-over order to the irish bar across the street.nope.it was miss voke (or however you spell her name), the notoriously aggravating german bitch who used to waddle 'round the bar and attempt to play at demi-god- or whatever- tho she be not employed or liked, for that matter.she was in jail</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109837083185520387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109837083185520387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109837083185520387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109837083185520387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/right-about-time-i-was-leaving-work.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109813102497749908</id><published>2004-10-18T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T10:11:10.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ AND INFAMOUS PETE...</title><summary type='text'>sunday night, fanboy and i were invited out by friends for free food at famous daves corporate bbq pit. considering that there were plastic ducks in the 'pond' outside the building and a wooden pig that doubled as a mailbox outside the front door, we assumed that the place would rock.it did.sortof.the margaritas were as big as my head and we enjoyed a wide plethora of meat snacks, corn muffins</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109813102497749908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109813102497749908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109813102497749908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109813102497749908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/bbq-and-infamous-pete.html' title='BBQ AND INFAMOUS PETE...'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109794416296664671</id><published>2004-10-16T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T12:37:44.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it any wonder</title><summary type='text'>Minnesota: Home of Harold Stassen, the losingest presidential candidate inhistory.  Makes Gatewood look like an amateur.Minnesota: Home of Jesse "The Mind" VenturaMinnesota: Home of Late Late's Craig KilbornMinnesota: Home of Paul WellstoneIts in honor of these living and late Minnesotans that I bring youwhy I claim Minnesota to be home state.Blues Brothers, Elvis impersonators con </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109794416296664671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109794416296664671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109794416296664671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109794416296664671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/is-it-any-wonder.html' title='Is it any wonder'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109789892678555059</id><published>2004-10-15T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:55:26.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The decline of the Splatican Empire</title><summary type='text'>Pitty Patty Party PagShot here, shot there, shot now, Jag!Constant continence crafty crazecan we, can be, a bit more dazed?Show me, shoe me, shove meMe Blow, me bro, negroSugar-Sweet-SmackRickets, Rock-its, RackCrickets Crockett CrackSorry Sorry ApologizeSuess, Guisel, jibberize.---a Later Splat Post!####Brought to you by S*A*R*C*A*S*MThe other white meat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109789892678555059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109789892678555059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109789892678555059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109789892678555059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/decline-of-splatican-empire.html' title='The decline of the Splatican Empire'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109775789699926155</id><published>2004-10-14T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T08:44:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think we may need to revise the working title of the blog from "it's splat o-rific' to something that more accurately reflects its growing and steady decline - perchance something more along the lines of 'simply wretched' (in the vein of that band who really liked red wine) or even 'with wednesdays you get a free admission to fat camp.'last eve, it was apparently 'take everyone to the strip </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109775789699926155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109775789699926155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109775789699926155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109775789699926155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-think-we-may-need-to-revise-working.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109768074210021284</id><published>2004-10-13T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:19:02.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I feel like a nut</title><summary type='text'>I had a decent time last night.  I think I got a bit tipsy, and felt it this morning.  I am such a light weight anymore.  I love talking wrong like that so I fit in.  I do it as an affectation.  Like a fake accent ala Marky Bananahead&lt;!---Mickey Binion---&gt; of Virtua Salon and that hot new TV show "All or Nothing"&lt;!---"all for you" on channel 18---&gt;  Aunt Breasteses was in and out long enough for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109768074210021284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109768074210021284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109768074210021284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109768074210021284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/sometimes-i-feel-like-nut.html' title='Sometimes I feel like a nut'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109729432178688401</id><published>2004-10-08T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T23:58:41.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel that it's necessary for me to address some of your last few blog topics as i have been lapse in my bloggin'....here i go:1. ADDLED(SP?) CHILDREN IN PROMO-SPOTS...     ...are the scabs in my cornflakes. i unfortunately understand the (il)logical reasoning in -say- placing your retarded and bucktooth'd child in the commercial (mayhap to make them feel "special?"...though aren't we to make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109729432178688401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109729432178688401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109729432178688401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109729432178688401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-feel-that-its-necessary-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109725435422400457</id><published>2004-10-08T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T13:08:04.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Listology: True Shaving Stories of Terror and Horror.</title><summary type='text'>Listology: True Shaving Stories of Terror and Horror.: "True Shaving Stories of Terror and Horror. by k3vinEverything is going just like the ad says. The happy men in the commercial are gliding their micro screen triple edge aloe enhanced cutting edge along, as the first blade gently pulls the whisker out, and the last blade trims it neatly below the surface. Dead skin cells are removed in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109725435422400457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109725435422400457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109725435422400457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109725435422400457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/listology-true-shaving-stories-of.html' title='Listology: True Shaving Stories of Terror and Horror.'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109719196708508789</id><published>2004-10-07T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T19:32:47.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will the Nexus Dildo Work with the Terra-Firma Harness??</title><summary type='text'>Things found while googling.  "terra firma".Will the Nexus Dildo Work with the Terra-Firma Harness??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109719196708508789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109719196708508789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109719196708508789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109719196708508789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/will-nexus-dildo-work-with-terra-firma.html' title='Will the Nexus Dildo Work with the Terra-Firma Harness??'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109716761106601723</id><published>2004-10-07T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:46:51.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No alibi Kids. In commercials</title><summary type='text'>In our ongoing tirade against kids in local commercials.  I saw one that made my stomach turn.Parents need to understand that all kids are not cute.  And even if they believe that, it is not necessarily true that theirs are.  They simply may be used to them.  Like when you finally forget about somes mole on the tip of their nose.  Not wanting to call a kid ugly, but will. The jumpy toothless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109716761106601723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109716761106601723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109716761106601723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109716761106601723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-alibi-kids-in-commercials.html' title='No alibi Kids. In commercials'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109680995673102436</id><published>2004-10-03T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T09:25:56.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Venture</title><summary type='text'>Venture Bros. on [Adult Swim] on Cartoon Network, is like a twisted versionof Jonny Quest.  I love it.  A theme of last nights episode was a mysteriousailment down in the "junk", purported to be an Amazonian Eurethra upswimming fish.  At the end they had a fake PSA with the following website.The [AS] guys even went as far as made a site devoted to the issue.  I lovethem guyshttp://</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109680995673102436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109680995673102436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109680995673102436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109680995673102436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/10/team-venture.html' title='Team Venture'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109554197929458124</id><published>2004-09-18T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T17:12:59.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Santa</title><summary type='text'>Fat Santa?  when did we start acknowledging he is fat?  I am sure it has something to do with the not working elf that they broke up again.  Its difficult to be a controll freak when you are not working.  But for real, I can never figure out which of them has a crush on me the most.  But any who.I hate the kill joy, like the soeul, but hate the schedule whining.  But then again, le bar bitch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109554197929458124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109554197929458124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109554197929458124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109554197929458124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/09/bad-santa.html' title='Bad Santa'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109552441536934666</id><published>2004-09-18T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:20:15.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>drama drama and its all...</title><summary type='text'>...lame and boring. typical and usual. if you read it once, you've typed it twice.but here it is, the lesplat update:miss alcott has apparently been royally bitched out for all her behaviors and such for the last week which i think is a little too little too late, but there you go. it won't do/change anything but at least she got a 'talkin' too.'fat santa was in on friday sans blonde elf. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109552441536934666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109552441536934666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109552441536934666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109552441536934666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/09/drama-drama-and-its-all.html' title='drama drama and its all...'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109543178067092250</id><published>2004-09-17T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T10:36:20.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh...i knew this day would come. the end of my vacation and the inevitable return to the sinking ship has arrived  and i am filled with a deep sense of both ambivilance and regret. maybe add a little morose dejected-hood in there somewhere as well.vacations are good. vacations are great.i miss my rich person's cabin in the notso wilderness.i really have nothing to add in the work related </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109543178067092250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109543178067092250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109543178067092250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109543178067092250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/09/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109520843705835274</id><published>2004-09-14T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T20:33:57.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a rat</title><summary type='text'>...Leaving a sinking ship.  I decided last night would be my last night in le Splat.  Even as a customer.   I had such a horrible time as a customer, that I no longer want to be associated with the experience.  Mondays tend to be a bit wild, the crowd, youthfull and exhuberant.  The Goils decided they had to remember they had forgotten about a Food show they wanted to go to.  In the last minute </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109520843705835274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109520843705835274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109520843705835274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109520843705835274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-rat.html' title='I am a rat'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109447989832185796</id><published>2004-09-06T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T10:11:38.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Jobs mon</title><summary type='text'>I have been working all over the empire this week. Not all has been going as well as I'd like. My interview with the dean of the college is this week, Thursday. If I get that, I will probably pull back to just doing the Krapaoke. If just for the mack-daddy factor. Perhaps a little of Daddy mack, nick nack paddy wack for good measure.I was stool sitting for Briscoe at the Parsley Peapod Thursday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109447989832185796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109447989832185796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109447989832185796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109447989832185796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/09/15-jobs-mon.html' title='15 Jobs mon'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109447776328790385</id><published>2004-09-06T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T09:55:09.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>am I crazy?  u-B-da-JUJ</title><summary type='text'>  I took a weird psych test.  Pretty convincing based on my trust in everything internet.What concerns me most is the narcissitic one.  I see it, but not in the harming others way.            Disorder     Rating        Paranoid:     Low        Schizoid:     Low        Schizotypal:     Moderate        Antisocial:     Low        Borderline:     Low        Histrionic:     High        Narcissistic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109447776328790385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109447776328790385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109447776328790385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109447776328790385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/09/am-i-crazy-u-b-da-juj.html' title='am I crazy?  u-B-da-JUJ'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109423472525266511</id><published>2004-09-03T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T14:05:25.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't spit into the wind</title><summary type='text'>one thing about working in a bar -especially one that allows you to essentially drink freely up to and past most standards of 'sober' - is that at some point the true colors of your fellow peons and customers shine through like less than dazzeling oil puddles in a Wal-mart parking lot on double coupon day after a tornado.i could reference the day last year when a certain son of a certain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109423472525266511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109423472525266511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109423472525266511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109423472525266511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/09/dont-spit-into-wind.html' title='don&apos;t spit into the wind'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109396474861750822</id><published>2004-08-31T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T11:05:48.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Literally</title><summary type='text'>I figurate that Krapaoke was extra Krappe last night.  It took forever to start.  Arkon the Homonid had a sore throat, which did not stop him from singing multiple songs in a row.  Le bar Bitch felt I was singing a lot, but that was mainly a'cause it was so slow.  My new favorite Female crush corraled me into singing "Don't go Breaking my Heart" with her.  Half way through we switched genders.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109396474861750822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109396474861750822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109396474861750822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109396474861750822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/08/literally.html' title='Literally'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109396500628904661</id><published>2004-08-23T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T11:10:06.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Fee Verte Subterreaniae</title><summary type='text'>I finally tried the Absinthe, sans movies. I put together an Absinthe kit. I used an old 2 bottle porta-bar, with the absinthe, glass shaker of iced water, and 2 absinthe spoons inside. Outside I attached 2 green fairies I fashioned out of plastic doll cutouts and feathers. With it, I also carried a hand bag with 3 glasses and sugar cubes. I brought it to Juanita's birthday party. Briscoe and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109396500628904661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109396500628904661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109396500628904661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109396500628904661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/08/le-fee-verte-subterreaniae.html' title='Le Fee Verte Subterreaniae'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109325948518701749</id><published>2004-08-23T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T07:11:25.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grrr! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109325948518701749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109325948518701749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109325948518701749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109325948518701749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/08/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109233183839069370</id><published>2004-08-12T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T13:30:38.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody wants to play guitar...</title><summary type='text'>since the damnation opened last whatever, the local music scene/talent has changed (i believe) dramatically - for both the good and its opposite. i know we've always had a venue that supports and promotes music (high on petunias comes to mind) but these establishments had the higher purpose of getting people in so as to boost alcohol sales via the lure of music rather than just trying to lure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109233183839069370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109233183839069370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109233183839069370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109233183839069370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/08/everybody-wants-to-play-guitar.html' title='everybody wants to play guitar...'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109172855617654375</id><published>2004-08-03T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T13:59:31.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brunchaoke</title><summary type='text'>Did Brunch, one of the slowest Tiramisu days on record. I did well of course with the $5 minimum tip habit the brunchers have, but with 3 of us it was slow slow slow. Its hard to decide if it would be better to have 2 and a host with tip out, or 3 no host. I work hard enough with the three. I get pretty tired. Briscoe has been good. We have a revolving dishwasher policy so far. Very odd.&lt;!---</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109172855617654375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109172855617654375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109172855617654375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109172855617654375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/08/brunchaoke.html' title='Brunchaoke'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-10909961946360100</id><published>2004-07-28T01:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T02:29:54.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how much is a pound of flesh in euro currency?</title><summary type='text'>eleven hours behind the bar/tending is not only a heinously long shift, but sadly not as profitable even when considers that i'm not even getting an hourly (check) doing it. tonite was ok.   o.k, it was abysmally slow and we didnt even get a dinner rush. i waited on the bartender from crossings and he tipped fat (i may go there thursday in reciprocation). he and his friend fell in love with me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/10909961946360100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=10909961946360100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/10909961946360100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/10909961946360100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/07/how-much-is-pound-of-flesh-in-euro.html' title='how much is a pound of flesh in euro currency?'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109093646769723987</id><published>2004-07-27T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T09:54:27.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemise des Bulles</title><summary type='text'>I am not sure if my mechano-french is correct.  I am trying to say "Shirt of bubbles".that's what I made to wear last night at Krapaoke.  It was good.  I used clear duct tape, my grommeter, wingnuts and bolts.  It was vented under the arms and in the back.  Had details like a pocket and a yoke in back.  People were amazed by it.  That it took me only an hour to complete, amazed me.  I am going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109093646769723987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109093646769723987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109093646769723987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109093646769723987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/07/chemise-des-bulles.html' title='Chemise des Bulles'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109072293910958835</id><published>2004-07-24T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T22:35:39.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear duct tape</title><summary type='text'>3m, my hometown hero corporation, well them and Target, has come up with clear duct tape.  Oh jee, its like they invented it just for me.  It has that lovely tearing straight quality of silver duct, with the delightful translucent quality of packing tape, with out the ickiness of strapping tape.    I have a feeling that it, a grommet puncher and my buttoneer will take care of all my fastening </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109072293910958835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109072293910958835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109072293910958835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109072293910958835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/07/clear-duct-tape.html' title='Clear duct tape'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109019983685460593</id><published>2004-07-18T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T21:19:48.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>De Bronch - Dee BRONCH</title><summary type='text'>I walk into leSpat today, like PollyfrigginAnna and told everyone I loved them. Its just those things you forget to say until you are thinking it may be too late. Bronch was busy. I think Buckwheat Hippy Place moving around the corner is going to affect our business to the positive. Miss Seoul was of course in Cheesconsin, which is of course next to Minnesnowta. But anyway, just me and Gilligan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109019983685460593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109019983685460593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109019983685460593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109019983685460593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/07/de-bronch-dee-bronch.html' title='De Bronch - Dee BRONCH'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-109016080976153005</id><published>2004-07-18T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T10:26:49.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a late week in review</title><summary type='text'>one lame-o week has ended, only to begin anew...i actually have to work a scaryeoke due to this being vacation week for everyone but moi and let's just say i'm none to pleased. some band whose name sounded like incubator played at rupp and took up all available parking, while some other dousche named eames was supposed to play at lesplat but was a no-call no show. i was actually thrilled, as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/109016080976153005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=109016080976153005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109016080976153005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/109016080976153005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/07/late-week-in-review.html' title='a late week in review'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108999031165113370</id><published>2004-07-13T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T11:05:11.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bi Weekly Songaoke Report</title><summary type='text'>This is late, but I will predate it so it will look right on time. Tricky technological gnome that I am. I arrived at lesplat to see Mrs. Howell and her husband, the professor finishing up dinner. I got caught up with his surgery, and all that. He had his pancreas or gallbladder some something removed or fixed. Now I know how everyone else feels when hearing my health issues.   I got the music </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108999031165113370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108999031165113370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108999031165113370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108999031165113370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/07/bi-weekly-songaoke-report.html' title='Bi Weekly Songaoke Report'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108941770509841086</id><published>2004-07-09T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T20:04:10.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess Kit</title><summary type='text'>I found out that my unusual kidney shaped mess kit, is likely from WW2.  WW2 German.  Hmmm.  The Russians copied the the design so it either Nazi or Commie.  How interesting is it that I showed up in a Japanese Kimono carrying a Nazi Case to Manatee's LP Recall party.  In a related note, I painted one of them, the one with the nasty carbonized interior.  It is now lilly white inside, bright </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108941770509841086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108941770509841086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108941770509841086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108941770509841086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/07/mess-kit.html' title='Mess Kit'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108938509701869713</id><published>2004-07-09T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T10:58:17.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Fairy</title><summary type='text'>And no I am not talking about the Great Gazoo from the Flintstones.  A friend of mine picked up a bottle of Absinthe for me in Spain.  Oops I mean Spanish Perfume.  A little dab behind each ear, and artistes and writers follow me around like cats to a milk truck.I've had the "fake" stuff since before the end of last year, and I have two of the slotted spoons.  I am going to make it a ritual.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108938509701869713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108938509701869713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108938509701869713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108938509701869713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/07/green-fairy.html' title='The Green Fairy'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108899386554663875</id><published>2004-07-04T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T22:17:45.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word is out</title><summary type='text'>I have been freely telling the night time Splatters that I am working brunch.  Today I finally saw the fruit of my endeavor.  I started to get serving requests, and they showered $20s on me.  It did not hurt that I mentioned it is my 4 month anniversary of my surgery tomorrow.  But even complete strangers were generous.  I had a party of 8 in tears at some point.  I made a keen 30% + today.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108899386554663875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108899386554663875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108899386554663875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108899386554663875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/07/word-is-out.html' title='Word is out'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108873944612971191</id><published>2004-07-01T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T23:37:26.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>List-ology</title><summary type='text'>I have been cheating on blogger.  I have been playing with listology.  I do  not think it has found its purpose yet, but I can use it for things cause it has a built in organizing element to it.  ---a Later Splat Post!####</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108873944612971191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108873944612971191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108873944612971191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108873944612971191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/07/list-ology.html' title='List-ology'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108872488881531031</id><published>2004-07-01T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T19:34:48.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>but I have no idea to what this references.</title><summary type='text'> Find out which harem member YOU are! Test designed by Jaana and Kathy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108872488881531031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108872488881531031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108872488881531031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108872488881531031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/07/but-i-have-no-idea-to-what-this.html' title='but I have no idea to what this references.'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108863967014853101</id><published>2004-06-30T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T19:54:30.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than what?</title><summary type='text'>I wandered into leSplat last night after picking up something from the Konko's.  I had water and peanut butter pie.  I am tempted to say it was better than sex, but from what I can remember of sex, it is just better than bad sex. I was tempted to have a fruit juicy mai tai, but decided to keep my no drinking hymen intact.  Intact that is until the deflowering and demonic JagerMonster bottle was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108863967014853101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108863967014853101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108863967014853101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108863967014853101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/better-than-what.html' title='Better than what?'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108861221208735706</id><published>2004-06-30T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T12:16:52.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maid marian onher tip-toe feet....</title><summary type='text'>so, not-so early amy apparently got blotto over at the irish bar last nite to the point where she passed out and couldn't move...Nad the cab driver informed aunt bee who in turn commandeered spaz and the dishwasher to accompany her from cab to home. the dishwasher said they kept her on her side in case she pulled a (insert whatever rock star died by choking on vomit in sleep) and then came back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108861221208735706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108861221208735706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108861221208735706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108861221208735706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/maid-marian-onher-tip-toe-feet.html' title='maid marian onher tip-toe feet....'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108840479607108021</id><published>2004-06-28T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T02:39:56.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><summary type='text'>The pants I mentioned were tight enough to put sausage on the minds of all the diners or at least the homos.  Ala the Monty Python Spam Sketch.  I was joking about it with leSpat's namesake: Here is the sketch if it were to be re-written. Man: You sit here, dear. Lesbiôn: All right. Man: Morning! me: Morning! Man: Well, what've you got? me: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108840479607108021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108840479607108021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108840479607108021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108840479607108021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108838924501924221</id><published>2004-06-27T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T22:59:04.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ProtoSplat</title><summary type='text'>Thees afternon, after de bronch, there was a reunión.  At the bar was me, Aunt Bee, Juanita, Skudderbean, and Swish&lt;!---Anthony Bush---&gt;.  We were the original staff of leSplat.  It was just us five.  Aunt Bee wanted to take a picture but it did not happen. Miss Ashat &lt;!---Tasha----&gt;worked today.  Ugh, she could star in Curb Yor Entusiasm, and make it even more slow paced. Other than that, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108838924501924221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108838924501924221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108838924501924221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108838924501924221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/protosplat.html' title='ProtoSplat'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108808885013331805</id><published>2004-06-24T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T10:54:10.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let's see...lil' rotten showed up at work last night and somebody allowed her to go into the breakroom for a ciggy break. being the barbitch i am, i told a certain spaz the sach to remind her that only employees and valued guests were allowed that privilege and then *poof* she was gone.i suppose that was slightly if not completely a bitchy thing to do, but then again the patch on my apron is a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108808885013331805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108808885013331805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108808885013331805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108808885013331805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108797180496061822</id><published>2004-06-23T02:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T02:23:24.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i was in the middle...</title><summary type='text'>of making a post earlier in the day when my crappy comp locked up so there...whatever lil' tidbits of wisdom seeped outta my skull onto the blog are lost forever...thanks, comp!i'm apparently the music coordinator now and received an email from the manager de a band called "LP" who will playing on the 20th of july...she apparently wants to break into the gay market (for whatever this means)...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108797180496061822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108797180496061822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108797180496061822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108797180496061822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-was-in-middle.html' title='i was in the middle...'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108794095953090070</id><published>2004-06-22T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T17:49:19.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Heaven for Clothes for Girls</title><summary type='text'>I hit the Army today, and looked for shorts.  Mens shorts - boring, (relatively) expensive.  Nowhere but thrift stores is the law of supply and demand more evident.  There is just more women's clothes so the prices are lower.  With my new small waist, I can wear women's shorts.  Any color of the rainbow.  After I looked through the regular shorts, I went over to the stretch short pant section to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108794095953090070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108794095953090070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108794095953090070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108794095953090070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/thank-heaven-for-clothes-for-girls.html' title='Thank Heaven for Clothes for Girls'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108761227565409399</id><published>2004-06-18T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T22:31:15.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Borevadier</title><summary type='text'>Sach, Louisa Mae Alcott and I went to a Vodka debut tonight.  The invite said "dress to impress"  I never saw the invite, and the doorman let me in without one, but I think most people read it as "dress as oppressed".  Take about late.  I may have seen some nice outfits on some of the women.  I saw a snazzy shirt on one guy.  But by a large I felt like I was at a 25th high school reunion with the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108761227565409399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108761227565409399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108761227565409399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108761227565409399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/borevadier.html' title='Borevadier'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108734370853471449</id><published>2004-06-15T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T21:58:53.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellburg</title><summary type='text'>The only thing worse than traffic At hamburg is when its main roads are closed sms text live!   -kevin3.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108734370853471449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108734370853471449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108734370853471449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108734370853471449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/hellburg.html' title='Hellburg'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108728045671507793</id><published>2004-06-15T02:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T18:50:53.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skweezaoke</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I apparently had Charmin written on me because people kept squeezing my biceps.  It all started with Fanboy calling me skinny boy, and grabbing my arm and like "woh?".  Another singer kept petting me.  I was petted last weekend too, is that a new way of flirting.  And later I was talking to skinny as a rail salono man ('member the star studded tori spelling party we wanted to go to) and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108728045671507793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108728045671507793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108728045671507793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108728045671507793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/skweezaoke.html' title='Skweezaoke'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108727494766410322</id><published>2004-06-15T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T18:53:07.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i have no subject ... save me!</title><summary type='text'>so...the squeeze (sortof but not) concert was a riot, blast, moment of supreme joy and pleasure that has not been witnessed in many moons. glen played all the classic hits (mussels from a shell, cold coffee, etc) as well as some new greats...we danced...we drank...we tried to break backstage but then the band came out so that plan was foiled.all in all - FABULOUS.fanboy got royally drunk in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108727494766410322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108727494766410322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108727494766410322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108727494766410322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-have-no-subject-save-me.html' title='i have no subject ... save me!'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108723617383123686</id><published>2004-06-14T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T14:02:53.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T+23</title><summary type='text'>Its been 23 days since I last had a drink.  Not that I was a huge alchy, but 9 days had always been my record as of late.  Same for aunt bee.I am getting a new A/C unit.  My sweltering days will be off the past.  My poor dogs, have turned into poodles, I mean puddles.  Its Krapaoke tonight.  I'll be wearing a pair of bright board shorts, and of course my almost trademark snuggy white tee.---</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108723617383123686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108723617383123686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108723617383123686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108723617383123686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/t23.html' title='T+23'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108716737496048803</id><published>2004-06-13T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T19:02:57.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme a B</title><summary type='text'>B is for Bunny Cunt being thrown off the patioR is for the Ribeye ala BreakfastU is for the Unknown number of drinks Margarine bean does not know how to makeN is for the Nova Scotia BenedictC is for the Caesar SaladH is for the Hell in a hand basket, the place has gone to.Put it all together and you have Bronch!All in all, it went all right, this despite having a customer that had worse </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108716737496048803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108716737496048803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108716737496048803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108716737496048803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/gimme-b.html' title='Gimme a B'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108709787316695163</id><published>2004-06-12T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T23:37:53.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Conditioning</title><summary type='text'>I need another air conditioner.  My one window unit, keeps one room cool, but if the door is open, it don't.  When I had two window units, the whole house was reasonably cool when the bedroom doors are open.  I hate being slimy sweaty like Briscoe County Junior Darling.---a Later Splat Post!####</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108709787316695163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108709787316695163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108709787316695163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108709787316695163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/air-conditioning.html' title='Air Conditioning'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108709769631309149</id><published>2004-06-12T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T23:34:56.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronch</title><summary type='text'>Am I dreading de bronch?  Kind of.  I know it will be fine, but I also know, even 2 weeks off, got me out of my working groove.  But I am looking forward to the 5 hour shift with the 8 hour money.  and whatever regulars I may see.  But, I had to borrow money from THEY, to fix some unanticipated overdrafts.  So, this moolah, will only go to pay off that.  {frown}---a Later Splat Post!####</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108709769631309149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108709769631309149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108709769631309149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108709769631309149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/bronch.html' title='Bronch'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108705553358880257</id><published>2004-06-12T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T11:52:13.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am in a pre-adolescent glow of delight about seeing glen tilbrook later this evening. i dont have to work. i'm actually gonna shave my legs. life is good.for the last two days i have been dog-sitting Fancy, otherwise known as the puppy i can't have due to the fact she will be roughly the size of a red planet when she's done growing. damn, is she ever cute; like a big fluffy cloud with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108705553358880257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108705553358880257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108705553358880257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108705553358880257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-am-in-pre-adolescent-glow-of-delight.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108689543341562289</id><published>2004-06-10T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T15:23:53.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Rating</title><summary type='text'>Bartending is all about power.  People love their bartenders.  You know how we say, it is not enough to bring people their food, we have to make their night for them?  Its more so with bartending.  There is listening, attentiveness, and a bunch of other things that enhance the experience that can translate to tips.  Of course, Tuesday never comes around for the hamburger today.I am getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108689543341562289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108689543341562289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108689543341562289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108689543341562289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/over-rating.html' title='Over Rating'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108688063226539280</id><published>2004-06-10T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T11:17:12.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bartending is overrated. sure there is a certain mastery as illustrated by tom cruise and brian whatever his last name is in the movie cocktail, but really it's all about memorizing how many different things you can make with crown and cranberry juice.suzie q is a great person to work with behind the bar, unlike spazzy jacko who is all elbows and rocking chair legs. when the bizness is dead, we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108688063226539280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108688063226539280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108688063226539280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108688063226539280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/bartending-is-overrated.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108675275625205871</id><published>2004-06-08T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T00:09:55.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>le Splat de l'eau</title><summary type='text'>I swung by le Splat this evening after dinner with the wife and her girlfriend.  I had not seen her for quite a while.  At le Splat, I saw lots of drunkies out on the sidewalk smoking and telling me to grow hair.  Sach had a skinny off with me, at h is request, and it was decided he won, although he did not agree.  What he ultimately decided is, my frame is bigger so my waist looks smaller in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108675275625205871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108675275625205871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108675275625205871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108675275625205871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/le-splat-de-leau.html' title='le Splat de l&apos;eau'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108675395119421406</id><published>2004-06-08T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T00:06:51.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible Shopping Rant</title><summary type='text'>I had a mostly horrible day shopping.  I went to Coal Pile&lt;!---Kohl's---&gt; to buy a dress shirt.  Not sure if my neck got smaller, I asked a clerk if she could measure me for one.  She said "I can give you a tape measure". Not exactly what i had in mind.  I also had difficulty finding underwear that fit.  I found out they do not carry UW in my size.  Apparently their customer demographic eats a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108675395119421406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108675395119421406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108675395119421406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108675395119421406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/horrible-shopping-rant.html' title='Horrible Shopping Rant'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108655145149680909</id><published>2004-06-06T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T00:10:51.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>deep thoughts</title><summary type='text'>One of the new pictures from the photo shoot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108655145149680909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108655145149680909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108655145149680909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108655145149680909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/deep-thoughts.html' title='deep thoughts'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108655136056937784</id><published>2004-06-06T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T19:01:20.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Italia NOT the stripper. The photos YES the stripper</title><summary type='text'>I love my new Venetian Blinds the M&amp;M got me from My Big Fat Italian Vacation. (previously referred to as fazoliville) I wore them, as some may have noted. I left all sorts of surprises around their house - I think there are 10 in.  Most found almost immediately.  Some as Major, as new art.  others as minor as replacing the ice in the ice bin with pineapple shaped novelty cubes.  The pictures are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108655136056937784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108655136056937784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108655136056937784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108655136056937784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/italia-not-stripper-photos-yes.html' title='Italia NOT the stripper. The photos YES the stripper'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108654809128277161</id><published>2004-06-06T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T14:54:51.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first and foremost: i am so over my computer malfunctions that i had to stop myself from pitching my hard drive outta my window. ultimately, it was too heavy to lift while intoxicated and i didn't want to disrupt the pile of cd's and assorted crappola from the top of its girth so i just let it live to screw up another day...well well well...the ladies M&amp;M are back from their tour de Italia and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108654809128277161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108654809128277161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108654809128277161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108654809128277161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/first-and-foremost-i-am-so-over-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108610356505739668</id><published>2004-06-01T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T11:26:05.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another manic krapaoke</title><summary type='text'>It seems I only post about karaoke anymore.  But since I am the only blogger on this blog with internet anymore, and I only seem to make it into lesplat for Karaoke, what can be expected of me.Jonabel&lt;!---allan the other Karaoke guy---&gt; totally screwed me.  He nearly ran out of sign up slips, took two books home, and promised a new RF Converter for the TVs.  When did he show up?  Like 11:00.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108610356505739668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108610356505739668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108610356505739668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108610356505739668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/06/just-another-manic-krapaoke.html' title='Just another manic krapaoke'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108603012539289097</id><published>2004-05-31T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T23:07:18.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girthy</title><summary type='text'>Ball Park franks has this commercial out now where this hungry guy is estolling the virtues of thick weiners.  "Gurthee" he says as close to sexy as a guy like the King of Queens can get.  It reminds me of the "does size matter?" debates that go on in women's and men's magazines everywhere.  Yes I ahve seen the debates in Maxim and Men's Health.  Its seems length does not matter as much as width.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108603012539289097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108603012539289097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108603012539289097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108603012539289097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/girthy.html' title='Girthy'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108572655513377092</id><published>2004-05-28T02:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T23:08:07.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>White Party</title><summary type='text'>The white party went better than I had hoped.  I kept my chin up, but was worried it may have been a bust.  But it went very well.  My clothes were a hit.  But a personal highlight for me was taking off my shirt and having liquid latex applied to my chest, back and face.  After which, I had 3 over sized beads and my pearled cat mask.  Very cool.  In other news, apparently a tornado went through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108572655513377092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108572655513377092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108572655513377092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108572655513377092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/white-party.html' title='White Party'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108552384223037454</id><published>2004-05-25T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T18:24:02.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fazoliville</title><summary type='text'>So I'm house sitting for the goyls when they go to fazoliville.  I have a long list of things to accomplish when I am there.  The most life threatening of which is injecting their animal with a life giving substance.  I am watering the plants too.  Some tasks for me to do I'll just do, other ones I'll share with Alice&lt;!---sarah manjou aka butterbean--&gt;, their housekeeper.  I'll spend the night </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108552384223037454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108552384223037454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108552384223037454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108552384223037454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/fazoliville.html' title='fazoliville'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108510572304118958</id><published>2004-05-20T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T22:16:55.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Okie Dokaoke</title><summary type='text'>A special Wednesday Karaoke session with leBar Bitch tending bar with the ever popular Barina Czarina, that will not let anyone go, as manager.  It never seemed all that busy, but I had a good time with the karaoke, mainly because people kept signing up and having fun.  Even the bad ones were at least entertaining.  There was a crypto straight couple that seemed to be chummy with lesbians.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108510572304118958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108510572304118958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108510572304118958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108510572304118958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/okie-dokaoke.html' title='Okie Dokaoke'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108489619274420233</id><published>2004-05-18T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T22:43:04.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thong Song Trilogy</title><summary type='text'>Last night I attended an LP Recall Party at the Damnation.  It was for a hot new group - manatee.  I'd like to say they had the youthful bright eyed idealism of the Bugaloos, with the gritty realism of Cop Rock!.  The dreamy lead singer, Bart Manatee, was backed by lead guitar, G-fry, and drummer Jeremy.  I am wondering if anyone noticed the helmut-style comb-over on G-fry.  As the evening </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108489619274420233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108489619274420233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108489619274420233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108489619274420233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/thong-song-trilogy.html' title='Thong Song Trilogy'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108440783181871747</id><published>2004-05-12T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T20:23:51.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My DVD Collection</title><summary type='text'>and we have the world's most pointless blog, since Hong Kong Miasplat..My DVD Collection</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108440783181871747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108440783181871747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108440783181871747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108440783181871747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-dvd-collection.html' title='My DVD Collection'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108430901492809953</id><published>2004-05-11T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T17:14:03.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Way to post</title><summary type='text'>this is a new way to post - via email.  I can sms from my phone.###Kevinkevin3.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108430901492809953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108430901492809953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-way-to-post.html' title='A New Way to post'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108415844826347021</id><published>2004-05-09T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T23:07:28.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Media Whores</title><summary type='text'>Not sure if I like the new interface,...But did you see Professor Transgender&lt;!---Jeremy Kerr---&gt; on the news tonight?  Ch 27 had Miss Corset on TV for being kicked out of The Campus Ho, and Pizzo's.  Boo Hoo. At LeSplat we just make fun of him.---a Later Splat Post!####</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108415844826347021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108415844826347021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108415844826347021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108415844826347021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/media-whores.html' title='Media Whores'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108403811925656969</id><published>2004-05-08T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T16:52:12.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless Meme of the Day: </title><summary type='text'>Go into your blog archives.Find your 23rd post (or closest to it).Find the fifth sentence (or closest to it).Unless you are sasquatch, if you are sasquatch the rules are differentPost the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions."jack is a handsome guy, but could be a beautiful woman....if he wanted to, that is."              From this post dated 09/05/03---a Later </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108403811925656969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108403811925656969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108403811925656969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108403811925656969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/pointless-meme-of-day.html' title='Pointless Meme of the Day: '/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108376191571413778</id><published>2004-05-05T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T09:01:47.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>politico's, emptiness and the tellie - oh my!</title><summary type='text'>that david kutchinitch (i know that i'm not spelling that correctly) was in town last night and we got a whole two people from the crowd. they wore ties and when i asked them if he said anything "good" they then seemed surprised that i knew that they had been to his speech (i was like, well - the ties didn't help me out at all!).we were dead as hell. worse than a typical tuesday. "mama" was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108376191571413778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108376191571413778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108376191571413778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108376191571413778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/politicos-emptiness-and-tellie-oh-my.html' title='politico&apos;s, emptiness and the tellie - oh my!'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108368797492860877</id><published>2004-05-04T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T14:24:33.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokaoke non.</title><summary type='text'>Krappaoke was pretty good last night, not terribly well attended.  First thing I did however was fix the TV.  I did it so fast, it was almost hard to remember me doing it, or that it even did not work.  Fortunately Billy Jack and Jorge Furniture &lt;!---Geo Birke---&gt; witnesses the act.  The sangers were good.  It was cold though, and all the people going out to smoke made me freezie.  Aunt Bee and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108368797492860877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108368797492860877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108368797492860877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108368797492860877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/smokaoke-non.html' title='Smokaoke non.'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108351756692605709</id><published>2004-05-02T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T13:09:16.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All I do is cook and workout.</title><summary type='text'>I am like some crazed heart patient Jack LaLane.  I cook healthy and look forward to my work out days.  There is however, little risk that I will look like Hans or Franz, as my workout, at the moment, is very light on the old erxerto-meter.  I am however, putting on muscle mass.  I have gained 3 pounds, but my stomach is getting flatter.  I have to watch my diet obsessively though.  I had some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108351756692605709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108351756692605709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108351756692605709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108351756692605709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/all-i-do-is-cook-and-workout.html' title='All I do is cook and workout.'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108351452613643345</id><published>2004-05-02T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T12:18:35.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and the beat goes on...</title><summary type='text'>thus ends the first week of the no-smoking ban de work and i must comment that it IS effecting bizness. i will add the lil' tidbit of the derby in louisville probably had something to do with it all as well - but lack of money is lack of money no matter how you split the hair.more importantly: no brisco notso darling. it has been great! granted, the food took forever to get outta the kitchen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108351452613643345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108351452613643345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108351452613643345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108351452613643345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/05/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='and the beat goes on...'/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108291333020004712</id><published>2004-04-25T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T13:04:09.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was either thursday or friday and i was watching Leno and that guy roco from the restaurant was a guest...(I guess it's obvious that i am a reluctant fan of the show by now). he's such a prissy pants and an obvious snob who must be pretentiously aware of his "fame" that it's plastered on his face in the form of a smile. he thinks that because his name is on the building that it somehow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108291333020004712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108291333020004712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108291333020004712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108291333020004712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/04/it-was-either-thursday-or-friday-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108283718833065126</id><published>2004-04-24T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T16:09:29.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad the PC is working</title><summary type='text'>Its kind of like the Andy Griffith Show.  When Andy left the show, and Ken Berry came in, and the show became Mayberry RFD -- no one understood why Aunt Bee was still with the new guy.  The show sucked too.   I am not saying who Andy may be, but the last time he left for a while the place went down hill too.  I miss the ModgURL.---a Later Splat Post!####</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108283718833065126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108283718833065126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108283718833065126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108283718833065126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/04/glad-pc-is-working.html' title='Glad the PC is working'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108254883889651802</id><published>2004-04-21T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:17:07.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been awhile since i posted to ye ol' blog-a-roo.....mostly due to the fact that my computer is possessed by an evil spirit with the power to freeze the internal workings of my poor dear pc which in turn causes me to spew vile and filthy words and such at said computer.sucks.well, what to update first?the staff at lespalt is totally different and overhauled and not necessarily for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108254883889651802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108254883889651802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108254883889651802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108254883889651802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-been-awhile-since-i-posted-to-ye.html' title=''/><author><name>bar bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600915879570759727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/1535/320/donnacompdoodle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108113084041328005</id><published>2004-04-04T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T22:20:44.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragstock - New and Vintage Clothing - Locations</title><summary type='text'>Ragstock - New and Vintage Clothing - Locations this be the Vatican of thrift shops.  I shall make a pilgrimage to the Mall of America locartion this thursday.  Hopefully I'll be able to get to the warehouse store.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108113084041328005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108113084041328005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108113084041328005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108113084041328005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/04/ragstock-new-and-vintage-clothing.html' title='Ragstock - New and Vintage Clothing - Locations'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108108880955197392</id><published>2004-04-04T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T10:29:30.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment Functionality</title><summary type='text'>Comment away,  add your thoughts, wishes, needs.we cannot delete them, so be aware they are forever.---a Later Splat Post!####</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108108880955197392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108108880955197392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108108880955197392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108108880955197392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/04/comment-functionality.html' title='Comment Functionality'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108108726472079100</id><published>2004-04-04T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T10:12:06.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cable access </title><summary type='text'>Subliminal SuggestionYes, be on TV, even if its cable, even if its digital cable.I've wanted to do TV for some time.  I wonder if it is still possible to have a cable access show.  Wouldn't a live taping at LeSpalt be a fun time for a thursday?  Guests.  Music.  Witty reparte.  When I get back in town i am going to be contacting, the cable company about such a show.  BB would you be interested </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108108726472079100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108108726472079100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108108726472079100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108108726472079100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/04/cable-access.html' title='Cable access '/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108108649762009572</id><published>2004-04-04T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T09:50:58.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The state of gay eats</title><summary type='text'>Not that there's anything wrong with that, as we often  like to say LeSplat is not a gay restaurant.  More than half our staff and clientele is decidedly not gay.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108108649762009572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108108649762009572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108108649762009572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108108649762009572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/04/state-of-gay-eats.html' title='The state of gay eats'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108031907431180921</id><published>2004-03-26T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T11:40:26.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C3P0</title><summary type='text'>I bought new pants last night.  I asked ole c3 what size he wore,m and they were one inch bigger.  He said he could wear my size, but he was wearing the ones today just because.He says he is taking up my mantle of dressing in theme, as no one else seemed to like to play.  Toby &lt;!--tim?---&gt; was dress not very trashy last night.---a Later Splat Post!####</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108031907431180921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108031907431180921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108031907431180921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108031907431180921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/03/c3p0.html' title='C3P0'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108016669024733600</id><published>2004-03-24T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T17:21:57.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splat des artiste</title><summary type='text'>Last night, des artiste de TeeTee&lt;!---Theresa Thomspson---&gt;, in a liquor soaked state of sentimentality, told me she had me in her thoughts when I was sick.  And that I could be as mean to her as I want.  How weird.  She cannot let that shit go.  ---a Later Splat Post!####</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108016669024733600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108016669024733600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108016669024733600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108016669024733600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/03/splat-des-artiste.html' title='Splat des artiste'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108010207295361672</id><published>2004-03-23T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T23:49:53.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well there I was.</title><summary type='text'>Non-Compensated EndorsementFun Fat Farm Vacation for Wymyn with a "Y" I wonder if people actually thought I looked good, or it was one of those things, where they say it then whisper afterwards...  Kind of like we do with smarmy krohn's disease dude.  Who I think looks sickly.  My "new" look can pass for sickly.  I meant to say my whole "Heart Failure Bypass Lie" was just a cover for my fat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108010207295361672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108010207295361672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108010207295361672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108010207295361672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-there-i-was.html' title='Well there I was.'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744267.post-108007579675773420</id><published>2004-03-23T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T16:05:46.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I come</title><summary type='text'>I am hoping for an early dinner at home, then popping downtown for a bit of visit to leSplat.  I am hoping its dead, and mostly regulars.  I hope to be down there around 6 or 7.  I will not be staying long, but am getting a bit of crazy hanging around the house, or going out of it only with my folks.  Plus I need to show off my new svelte, if not scarred self.---a Later Splat Post!####</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/feeds/108007579675773420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5744267&amp;postID=108007579675773420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108007579675773420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5744267/posts/default/108007579675773420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latersplat.blogspot.com/2004/03/here-i-come.html' title='Here I come'/><author><name>Rev Kev (Ke7in)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRyiWa44AhA/SqQJ4qYQqbI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XkBwCOFKKZc/S220/Hat_lovelorn_09_edit-revedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
