<?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-13123836</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:23:51.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mutant panties</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-113858620450609608</id><published>2006-01-29T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:56:44.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a super cool tattoo artist</title><content type='html'>so, a few weeks ago a friend of mine, (and no, it wasnt my boyfriend, josh, who didnt trust me enough to allow me to do my first tattoo on) came into the shop to get the first human tattoo by GWEN (me, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;and it was nothing special, but the SEcond one, well, it was an anemone and it rocked as did my third fourth eight ninth, im a tattoo prodigy&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe not, but im not bad, ive so far only done one bad tattoo, which was not a fuckk up but instead just a case of bad technique.  I did two sexy girls on my buddy's chest and the lines bled when it healed so now we have to redo them, but its nothing that cant be fixed and to prove it i will upload some pictures soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also my half girl mostly boy pal nathan (hes pretty) works at my old job WITH CONNIEEEEEEEEE, and im thinking its about time for a party! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-113858620450609608?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/113858620450609608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=113858620450609608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/113858620450609608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/113858620450609608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-super-cool-tattoo-artist.html' title='i&apos;m a super cool tattoo artist'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-113299647613620858</id><published>2005-11-26T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T01:14:36.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another episode of GWEN INK</title><content type='html'>it was another slow wednesday afternoon at the shop, I was peircing people as usual, and this guy walks in, wanting a tattoo, "norman" down his arm, it took my two minutes to set it all up and when I got it just rigth for the guy I went into Monty's room to ask him if he wanted to do it later on that day, 5:00 actually, and it would have taken him an hour..&lt;br /&gt;BUT, as i was in there only a few seconds talking to Monty, our other tattoo artist, female, swooped in and booked the guy for herself, which wasnt a big deal except that monty had just done a few hours of free work for a friend of the shop, and had been ripped off 200$ by a coustomer eariler that week, not to mention the fact that he's worked there for over 2 years to earn seniority over everyone, and thats why i was booking the guy with HIM.&lt;br /&gt;and thats about when the shit hit the fan.&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day, monty was happy, our female artist had quit in a tearfilled swearing fit of rage, and i had myself a new room to put all my newly purchased gear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-113299647613620858?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/113299647613620858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=113299647613620858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/113299647613620858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/113299647613620858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-episode-of-gwen-ink.html' title='another episode of GWEN INK'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-113226773181679734</id><published>2005-11-17T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:48:51.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day over a month</title><content type='html'>well once again its been a while since i posted, right now im in Calgary for the week, with Joshua and my roommate Manda, and we're here visiting her brother, Jonas, his girlfriend, Alysha, and my buddy Ashley as well as hopefully running into a few people from highschool.  But the real reason we're here is to see the band NINE INCH NAILS, thats right, you may all comence the fits of jelous rage, oh, and to top it off, last nigth we saw HENRY ROLLINS LIVE, he was so cool, and he shook josh's hand and hugged manda, it was great, we were in the front row, mmm, henry.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-113226773181679734?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/113226773181679734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=113226773181679734&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/113226773181679734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/113226773181679734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-day-over-month.html' title='another day over a month'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-112949362375903360</id><published>2005-10-16T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T13:13:43.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day over a month</title><content type='html'>im sorry for anyone who might read my blog that i have not been posting much recently.  I started training to peirce as you migth remember over a month ago.  then one lovely day i walked into work and my peircer friend Anita, a hot 42 year old milf, was fired, a month after he fired the other peircer Chris, leaving Kriten and I as the only ones left. &lt;br /&gt;only minutes before i found out the news, my other co worker monty was warning me that there will come a time when i will be violently thrown into this profession without a chance to really get comfortable, and sure enough, the call from the Boss (with whom you do NOT argue) right after, was for me.&lt;br /&gt;"gwen, you can peirce a bellybutton right?"&lt;br /&gt;"uh, no" &lt;br /&gt;"well it's alot like an eyebrow, youve peirced an eyebrow, right?"&lt;br /&gt;"not yet"&lt;br /&gt;"hm, well I have faith in you, just do it" *click*&lt;br /&gt;that was a month ago and apparently he was right because i have peirced everything from a penis to a tongue and not yet have i done a bad job on one... fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;Its actually a fun job, i dont mind it, but i'm still thankful that finally the boss has found someone else who he deems worthy enough to give an apprenticship to, and i will begin my tattooing apprenticship very soon.  weee.  its like that show miami ink, one big soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;so thats my life right now, i'll keep you posted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-112949362375903360?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/112949362375903360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=112949362375903360&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112949362375903360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112949362375903360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-over-month.html' title='a day over a month'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-112681577451781130</id><published>2005-09-15T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:22:54.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a wonderful world</title><content type='html'>this last week hasnt been the best of weeks, alot of death, 5 close to home that i know of.  not really the type of thing to brighten up your week but i can deal, its the people closer to the people that i worry about.&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone is doing great, and say something if your not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-112681577451781130?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/112681577451781130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=112681577451781130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112681577451781130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112681577451781130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-wonderful-world.html' title='what a wonderful world'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-112576206446105777</id><published>2005-09-03T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T08:41:04.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poopies</title><content type='html'>so im sorry to the, maybe 2 (?) of you who read my post, that i havent blogged in a long time.  i have been super busy packing and un packing to move out of our old place.  yea, theres not much else to say about it, moving blows.  i ued to like it, now i hate it, and mainly because i know i'll be moving in another month again.&lt;br /&gt;argh fuck KILL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-112576206446105777?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/112576206446105777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=112576206446105777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112576206446105777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112576206446105777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/09/poopies.html' title='poopies'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-112472404613657869</id><published>2005-08-22T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T08:20:46.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crappy birthday to me</title><content type='html'>my birthday was on the 20th.  I am now 21.  and what a birthday it was, it all started out when i woke up and realised i had forgot it was my champaign birthday LAST year.&lt;br /&gt;i went to work and my boss was not nice to me cause he was cranky, and when it was time to go at 5 he told me i had to come back in later and make him some needles :(&lt;br /&gt;so i came in later and while i was at work, my car, parked safely in the parkade, was broken into.  stolen was a bunch of change and crap, and my boyfriends backpack, which had allll his CDs in it (alot of CDs) his diskman, and worst his 400 $$ headphones (hes an audio engineer), not to mention his wallet and some clothes.  so I had a complete freak out, and then my rag started, after having not for 7 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;after that i got real shitfaced and sat in a park for 5 hours, bitter and mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it wasnt all bad, the next day (21st) we had a little gathering of parents for dinner, and i actually celebrated my birthday.  my little brother gave me a blender and my parents gave me a rad digital camera, so i will be posting pictures all the time now hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;and my dog, skittles gave me $100 which im going to take to a&amp;amp;b sound right now and start rebuilding Josh's CD collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/mutantpanties/skittles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-112472404613657869?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/112472404613657869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=112472404613657869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112472404613657869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112472404613657869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/08/crappy-birthday-to-me.html' title='crappy birthday to me'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-112286204339754228</id><published>2005-07-31T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T08:03:27.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a week</title><content type='html'>and I'm back, we had a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;First day in Victoria from Vancover, we got real shitfaced and went swimming in the ocean, Josh and Nathan went naked, and then at some point, two boys showed up and were asking my cousin and I to show us our boobies, one of the boys told us his boyfriends name was also Nathan, and then he tried making out with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;which was alright at first but then he tried to put his hand in my boyfriends pants so we ditched them, but not before Josh had a hearty make-out session with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day we sat inside (it was too hot) and watched the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy (extended versions) back-to-back, and then went out to a pub and really didnt do anything interesting, and the day after we went swimming again in the ocean at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip home was pretty funny, we got off the ferry in Tssawasen and started towards Hope, and we were driving for a while before I saw a sign that said, US Border 6km... WRONG WAY&lt;br /&gt;and we ended up getting lost for a good 4 hours, until a nice man at an Esso named Jitendra, in Delta helped us find our way home.&lt;br /&gt;We took the Hope-Princeton pass because apparently the Coquihalla was on fire, and along to the way we saw a tiny rooftop in the trees all moss eaten and old and since theres nothing in between Hope and Princeton, we descided to stop. We walked way down this steep ledge and waded across a freezing mountain glacial river up to our nipples and looked inside.&lt;br /&gt;I would have liked to come home and tell you a horrifying ghost story about the house but it wasnt really interesting at all, just an abandoned old place with beer cans and glass everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all, have a nice weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-112286204339754228?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112286204339754228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112286204339754228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-been-week.html' title='Its been a week'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-112243407349626923</id><published>2005-07-26T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:21:02.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEAT METAL</title><content type='html'>Well, hardly anyone showed up to watch us on the 24th, and by 9:30 it was only the bands left at Dakotas, so they gave us free beer, and joshy drank till his little heart (tummy) could take no more...&lt;br /&gt;he invited the Mexicans to the party, if you know what i mean, and the cops kicked everybody out&lt;br /&gt;puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for clit peircings, i think they look very pretty, seeing as how vaginas arent that great looking to begin with, and it will not likely affect your pee stream, unless your wearing some fancy peice of jewlery, and its one of the fastest and easiest healing peircings you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now im in Vancover for the week, we came to see "Sounds of the Underground" and it was well worth the drive. I saw a number of bands (that number was 21) including Opeth, Strapping Young Lads, and my favorite, GWAR. Great show, green red and blue blood everywhere, and for hours afterwards, we were running into people on the street dyed green and blue and red. If you ever have a chance to see GWAR go for the show, whether or not your into MeatMetal, they stabbed a Nazi priest, cut off a dinosaures arms, and decapitated the president Bush, blood spewing everywhere. Good times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/mutantpanties/gwar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/mutantpanties/GsdfAR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/mutantpanties/ev_gwar1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-112243407349626923?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/112243407349626923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=112243407349626923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112243407349626923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112243407349626923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/07/meat-metal.html' title='MEAT METAL'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-112199730597096618</id><published>2005-07-21T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:55:05.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stabbing is now my profession</title><content type='html'>i was asked the other day if i would like to ALSO become a peircer, as well as a tattoo artist, and i said yes, and now i am to watch all the peircings being done and read all about them, and before i start peircing i have to do one of each on my friends.... eyebrow, labrette, lip, tongue, monroe, nose, like, ten different ear peircings, nipples, bellybutton, and best of all GENITAL.  yes yes, two types of both vaginal and penis peircings.&lt;br /&gt;any takers to be stabbed in the penis?&lt;br /&gt;also, joshua nathan and i are going to be playing an acoustic show at DAkota's in Kelowna on sunday the 24th, soooo please come and get drunk and watch us play!&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-112199730597096618?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/112199730597096618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=112199730597096618&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112199730597096618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112199730597096618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/07/stabbing-is-now-my-profession.html' title='stabbing is now my profession'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-112105349004503238</id><published>2005-07-10T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T20:44:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>par-TAY</title><content type='html'>so my short carrer at my ex-airplane making job has officially come to an end and to wish me well (and beg me to stay) connielingus threw a smashing (and i do mean, smashing, utterly shit-faced) party for a bunch of us plane lovin folks.  keep watch for an array of pictures on connilingus's site, there will be some good ones..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-112105349004503238?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/112105349004503238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=112105349004503238&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112105349004503238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/112105349004503238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/07/par-tay.html' title='par-TAY'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-111998028415724111</id><published>2005-06-28T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:38:04.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>constance my dearest</title><content type='html'>well i made the decision last wednesday to resign from my position at the lovely airplane building place where i first met connie.  she has yet to forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;i think shes real mad this time, Wade and her cried all day... until i got there and then wade refused my help&lt;br /&gt;:) but i still love them all, my cute little OH-SSers in their cute little blue covies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit my band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/phoera"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/phoera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-111998028415724111?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/111998028415724111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=111998028415724111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111998028415724111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111998028415724111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/06/constance-my-dearest.html' title='constance my dearest'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-111945966421558987</id><published>2005-06-22T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:01:04.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i once met a girl</title><content type='html'>so sad, and not in a depressed kind of way but in a losery lame pathetic kind of way.  she knew a guy i knew, and whenever life was hard for her she would drop a load of dependence on the guy, and if he didnt respond she would threaten to kill herself, really quite sad. she had an ugly face and dressed herself up like a clown everyday so people would think she was cool, she lied about her life until no one wanted to be her friend, so she would call the guy and drop a load of dependence on him.  this time though, when she threatened to kill herself, i was waiting, i asked her "whats really wrong? do you even know?" and i stabbed her in the chest with my army knife. "is your life really so hard dear girl?" and i stabbed her again, i must have stabbed her in the lung or something because she didnt say anything, the poor thing. or maybe she was just thinking reeeeaaallly hard about the question..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-111945966421558987?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/111945966421558987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=111945966421558987&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111945966421558987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111945966421558987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-once-met-girl.html' title='i once met a girl'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-111921788868270988</id><published>2005-06-19T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:51:28.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boobies</title><content type='html'>ah, who doesnt love a nice pair of boobies, haha, check out &lt;a href="http://www.connielingus.blogspot.com"&gt;constance's&lt;/a&gt; site for her boob game cause a little cleveage is always a good thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-111921788868270988?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/111921788868270988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=111921788868270988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111921788868270988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111921788868270988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/06/boobies.html' title='boobies'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-111862430699005589</id><published>2005-06-12T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T18:02:36.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zelda</title><content type='html'>so ive been playing the windwaker for nintendo game cube, the newest Zelda game out right now, you may not think it to look at me but i'm a gamer, and a huge zelda fan. it runs in family, my dad is better at the games than i am, and he tells me all the secrets. I beat the castle of the gods yesterday, and went down into the water to beat hyrule's frozen castle.&lt;br /&gt;I only play cute games though, im easily startled and games that are scary, like Doom, and such are too much for me, id rather play mario, zelda, animal crossing..&lt;br /&gt;well thats about all i have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/mutantpanties/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-111862430699005589?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/111862430699005589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=111862430699005589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111862430699005589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111862430699005589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/06/zelda.html' title='zelda'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-111843764830531154</id><published>2005-06-10T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T14:07:28.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry to anyone whos checked up more than once in the last few days (mainly connie) and had to see my huge face every time, ive had a busy week&lt;br /&gt;today i drew a huge star of skulls for a kid, and Monty (my boss) tattooed it on the guys arm, the inside of his elbow&lt;br /&gt;it was rad looking, and i made 20 bucks&lt;br /&gt;wooooo&lt;br /&gt;and as payment for my time there, they give me free tattoos and peircings&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll get my clit peirced&lt;br /&gt;kidding, thats scary, i am although, getting another tattoo soon&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be half my back, sexy, i will post pics when its done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-111843764830531154?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/111843764830531154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=111843764830531154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111843764830531154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111843764830531154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-sorry-to-anyone-whos-checked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-111748379820054959</id><published>2005-05-30T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T13:12:05.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more pics now</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/mutantpanties/PINKdarkeyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i went through a pink hair stage which i will probably go through again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/mutantpanties/DSCF0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my cute little boyfriend, see awwwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-111748379820054959?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/111748379820054959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=111748379820054959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111748379820054959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111748379820054959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-pics-now.html' title='more pics now'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-111748256329790424</id><published>2005-05-30T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:49:50.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, what great online friends i have</title><content type='html'>my constance pal, willing to whore me out to get me up there in the blogger network, i love my friends&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;ok i will attempt this picture thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/mutantpanties/creepyy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, look at that&lt;br /&gt;creepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-111748256329790424?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/111748256329790424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=111748256329790424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111748256329790424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111748256329790424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/05/ah-what-great-online-friends-i-have.html' title='ah, what great online friends i have'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13123836.post-111722883581720737</id><published>2005-05-27T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T14:24:09.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll try</title><content type='html'>so my pal connie, who i know through our exciting jobs as airplane makers and parts girls with nice tits, told me that the only way to make and keep fans is to keep em guessing by posting everyday and making it interesting&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a fairly interesting life, or maybe busy is a better word. i work at a tattoo parlor apprenticing to be a tattoo artist in every spare moment of time i have, as well, I'm a parts girl, full time. i also sing and play synth in a band which practices 2-3 times a week. and then theres my sexy full time boyfriend who ive been with for almost 6 years and is the man im going to marry&lt;br /&gt;so theres my day in a buttshell&lt;br /&gt;happy friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-111722883581720737?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/111722883581720737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=111722883581720737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hears".&lt;br /&gt;This stems from a number of bad drug induced spiritual expiriences where his close friends have often told him to kill me, without speaking or even moving their mouths. Why? because I am the purest of all things, therefore I must be god, and God looks down on the fact that his friends and him are high on LSD. Of course, no one admits to secretly hating me and wating me to die later.&lt;br /&gt;My theory is that I just so happened to be the only one in the room at the time not wacked on halucinagenics, and as so, the only one not speaking funky chicken, which I can understand, might give me a divine presence, i'll explain another day. anyways..&lt;br /&gt;Today, when josh told me that, it wasnt that he was going deaf or heard some bad gossip, its that hes had so trips far from reality that he doenst know what to believe. which got me thinking, if your nevous system is just a serious of electrical receptors and your brain (in essence; YOU), up there in your dark, dank skull, is relying solely on your senses to inform it of your surroundings, than i dont know if i know what to beleive either.&lt;br /&gt;because if one tiny, hair sized capillary burst and damaged a peice of your ever complicated, ever fragile system, then thats just a tiny fleck of reality slipping away.&lt;br /&gt;every time your get flicked on the skull or kicked in the chest, flecks and flecks.&lt;br /&gt;do you ever feel that when someone blows on your neck and you turn around and no ones there? not ghosts, thats you getting old and senile.&lt;br /&gt;which then got me thinking, if someone was to say something to me telepathically, which i dont think has happened too many times thus far, would my faithful, domesticated brain know what to think after losing 20 years of flecks? or would it just create a memory of me seeing that person talk, so that i could continue with my safe, uneventful life.&lt;br /&gt;if you could look between the cracks, would you really want to see?&lt;br /&gt;its a good theory, but still not plausable because my brain is me and i think i would know if I was doing things like that behind my back..&lt;br /&gt;unless of course my only job as the concience is to take the wheel and drive, which makes you wonder what other evil things is my other half planning..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13123836-111700692176335923?l=mutantpanties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/111700692176335923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13123836&amp;postID=111700692176335923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111700692176335923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13123836/posts/default/111700692176335923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutantpanties.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-my-eyes-see-and-yours.html' title='what my eyes see and yours'/><author><name>gwendolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795119489676538943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
