<?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-5625084</id><updated>2011-09-04T01:42:13.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Business In Progress.......</title><subtitle type='html'>OHHHH SHIIIIIIIT</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-113436248165984774</id><published>2005-12-11T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:41:21.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indiana is a Giant Pile Of FecesGrowing up in Owensboro, Indiana has always been within a few minutes drive.  All it takes is a quick drive across the big blue bridge, and you can buy fireworks that are illegal in the K-Y AND go to an old school drive-in.  I've never really had a problem with my neighbors to the northwest...until YESTERDAY.We should have known that nothing good would come of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/113436248165984774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=113436248165984774' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/113436248165984774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/113436248165984774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/12/indiana-is-giant-pile-of-feces-growing.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-113376064158464187</id><published>2005-12-04T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:30:41.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Trip To The Liquor BarnMy anticipation has been escalating over the past few months as the new Liquor Barn at Hamburg prepared to open.  The first time I drove by and noticed this massive shrine to alcoholism I mistakenly thought that it was the beginnings of a car dealership; however, later to my amazement I discovered that it was, in fact, a new Liquor Barn.  My anticipation mounted and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/113376064158464187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=113376064158464187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/113376064158464187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/113376064158464187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-trip-to-liquor-barn-my-anticipation.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-113028980210701398</id><published>2005-10-25T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:23:22.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L'il Dude 'N SquirtRecently, it has come to my attention that my adorable little turtles MAY be gay.  It seems that every time I turn around, they are on top of each other, "wrestling."  Now, I'm not really schooled in the ways of "turtle reproduction" so Erin and I decided that there was only one way to find out if my turtles were, in fact,  flamers. Logically, we GOOGLED it.  Now, I'm sure that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/113028980210701398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=113028980210701398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/113028980210701398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/113028980210701398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/10/lil-dude-n-squirt-recently-it-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-112977957211680504</id><published>2005-10-19T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:39:32.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This past weekend was a flashback to what I like to call the "Glory Days."  Of course I am referring to a time when drunken baseball games in the courtyard of Ro Lex were a weekly occurence, and October wasn't complete without setting off fireworks in the middle of the night on any given Thursday.  Yes, in my ripe old age of 22, I have lost the craziness that once was my life.  Even though I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/112977957211680504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=112977957211680504' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/112977957211680504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/112977957211680504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-past-weekend-was-flashback-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-112710104582578386</id><published>2005-09-18T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T07:19:34.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Ode To UK FootballBy: LaurinoThere is a place called Lexington, in the Bluegrass stateWhere every year our football team meets another disastrous fate.We lose the games  you might expect, to the Gators, Bulldogs, and Vols.But IU, give me a break, it's a shame we have no balls.Third and out, that's how we roll, we never move the chains.We prefer to let the opposition score rather than get grass</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/112710104582578386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=112710104582578386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/112710104582578386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/112710104582578386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/09/ode-to-uk-football-by-laurino-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-112528510606641273</id><published>2005-08-28T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:11:46.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CheersThursday night, Katester and I arrived at Redmons at around 1030, and none of our friends had gotten there yet.  We decided to have a seat at the very end of the bar near the door in  true anti-social fashion.  Now, I have never sat at the bar at Redmons(except for that random Wednesday night when the stripper was attemping to teach me her moves, but thats another story entirely).  I felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/112528510606641273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=112528510606641273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/112528510606641273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/112528510606641273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/08/cheers-thursday-night-katester-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-112441592723411540</id><published>2005-08-18T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:45:27.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Death To The Molester VanThe other day, I arrived at school, greeted by the freakin biggest monsoon ever.  I'm just trucking along down Limestone, wading through the flood waters and cursing under my breath at my unwelcomed circumstances.   Luckily, I actually had my unbrella, so my hair was relatively safe...or so I thought.  So, I'm just walking on the sidewalk, unaware that my unfortunate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/112441592723411540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=112441592723411540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/112441592723411540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/112441592723411540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/08/death-to-molester-van-other-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-112295211132092486</id><published>2005-08-01T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:08:31.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lots of exciting things to report.....Katester's back in the K-Y! We gotta new doggie named Colin! AND I have met two gentlemen who are worthy candidates for the future Mr. Laurin Byars.  Friday night, being that Katester's back in town, it seemed only fitting that we go out and celebrate.  We decided to go to Kitty O'Sheas. Prior to Friday evening, I had been to Kittys ONCE and I had an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/112295211132092486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=112295211132092486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/112295211132092486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/112295211132092486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/08/lots-of-exciting-things-to-report.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-111983926090652847</id><published>2005-06-26T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T19:27:40.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the past 24 hours, I have had two encounters that both led me to believe that I was certainly going to meet an untimely demise.  The first of these events occured last night. I was just minding my own business, drinking with Elizabeth in her backyard, catching up on the latest gossip before heading out to the bar.  Who knew that an event SO FRIGHTENING that I can't even mention it without </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/111983926090652847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=111983926090652847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/111983926090652847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/111983926090652847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-past-24-hours-i-have-had-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-111871596446981205</id><published>2005-06-13T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:34:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things That Are "Lame"Wes was kind enough to direct me to the web site of that really nerdy kid from "MADE" who wanted to be a "Ladies Man." On his site, he had compiled a list of things that are "Lame." Unfortunately, I had absolutely NO idea what the majority of the things on his list WERE, much less be able to assess their degree of "lameness." So, in honor of Tony Brown, I am compiling my own</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/111871596446981205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=111871596446981205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/111871596446981205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/111871596446981205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/06/things-that-are-lame-wes-was-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-111859766524998148</id><published>2005-06-12T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T10:34:25.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lex Vegas CraziesLex Vegas is a decent size town, but by no means would I call it big. There have been many nights when I've walked around downtown by myself, walking to and from my car to the bars, with minimal regard to the potential danger of the situation.  Wednesday night, I realized that this town is actually full of some completely el nutso people,  and they appeared to come out in full </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/111859766524998148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=111859766524998148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/111859766524998148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/111859766524998148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/06/lex-vegas-crazies-lex-vegas-is-decent.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-111560597088344885</id><published>2005-05-08T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T19:32:50.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Farewell America's Next GreatWell, this is it. As of today, I'm officially a GRADUATE of the University of Kentucky. It hadn't really hit me until I was standing outside Rupp Arena this morning sweating my arse off in the smoldering heat that no longer would I be an undergraduate at UK. Though I was pissed off that I had to wear that ridiculous get-up, complete with that HORRID square hat thingy,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/111560597088344885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=111560597088344885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/111560597088344885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/111560597088344885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/05/farewell-americas-next-great-well-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-111258026081047665</id><published>2005-04-03T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T19:04:20.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SteeeeeeeeeeeeveThe "cubby" at McCarthy's Irish Bar is FANTASTIC.  Complete with mood lighting, you are excluded from the bumping and pushing occuring in the ALWAYS crowded bar area.  The cubby, however exclusive, is certain to draw attention as all passerbys stare in to see who has the extensive luck to gain this prime location for the evening.  Friday night....it was us.....Crystal and I didn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/111258026081047665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=111258026081047665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/111258026081047665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/111258026081047665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/04/steeeeeeeeeeeeve-cubby-at-mccarthys.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-110771770142117941</id><published>2005-02-06T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T11:21:41.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Another Thursday Night.......Anyone who attends America's Next Great University knows that after Wednesday, the academic week is complete and it is time to let loose in the Lex Vegas "nightlife." Thursday nights pretty much leave you with three options as a college student of legal drinking age. One: Go to Two Keys and be the ONLY college student of legal drinking age. Two: Go To Redmons </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110771770142117941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=110771770142117941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/110771770142117941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/110771770142117941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-another-thursday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-110446630343688066</id><published>2004-12-30T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:11:43.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The O'Charley's on Nicholasville Road is quite possibly the worst dining experience to be had in Lex Vegas.  Time and time again, we eat there thinking that maybe just MAYBE this time will be different...but NO, it's always the same.  Now I dunno WHERE they find these people they call "employees" but OMG..I have never seen a more incompetent bunch of idiots in my life....Back in October, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110446630343688066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=110446630343688066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/110446630343688066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/110446630343688066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/12/ocharleys-on-nicholasville-road-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-109450748533732096</id><published>2004-09-06T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T14:53:09.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Larry Flint Is HotToday I finally ventured out to the new Hustler store by the interstate, which I must say met my every expectation and so, so much more. Now I don't necessarily pride myself on my maturity level, so I knew as I embarked on this excursion that I was going to have a very hard time containing my laughter.As I entered the door, accompanied by my dear pals, Rob and Dave, a man </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/109450748533732096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=109450748533732096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/109450748533732096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/109450748533732096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/09/larry-flint-is-hot-today-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-109356595227537036</id><published>2004-08-26T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T17:19:12.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back To SchoolThis week kicked off another year at America's Next Great University.  Though I'm excited that after these two semesters, I will have a DEGREE, I am also terrified that in just two short semesters I will have....a DEGREE. We all know the first two days of school are relatively useless, fondly referred to as "Syllabus Day" by the student body.  The way I see it, Syllabus Day serves</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/109356595227537036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=109356595227537036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/109356595227537036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/109356595227537036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/08/back-to-school-this-week-kicked-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-109314249645815337</id><published>2004-08-21T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T19:41:36.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Luxury VehicleWhen one thinks of luxury vehicles, many names might come to mind..... Mercedes... BMW... Cadillac...Kia....However, the finest and most luxurious of them all is oftentimes overlooked.....The Buick Park Avenue.  Now, my friends, when you discuss luxury, the Buick Park Avenue is in a class all its own.  I had the privilege Thursday night to ride in this fine automobile, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/109314249645815337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=109314249645815337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/109314249645815337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/109314249645815337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/08/luxury-vehicle-when-one-thinks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-109063872486339562</id><published>2004-07-23T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:12:04.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creepy Ass Motha'sDuring the last week, I have had encounters with some of the biggest jackasses ever to walk the planet.  If there was a Biggest Douchebag In America Award, I believe that  the fools I have met during the last week would, at the very least, earn Honorable Mention awards.Dan The Man, Ode to a Chode:  Dear God I have never met a bigger douchebag in my entire life.  We headed up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/109063872486339562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=109063872486339562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/109063872486339562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/109063872486339562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/07/creepy-ass-mothas-during-last-week-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-108879071780719346</id><published>2004-07-02T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T05:49:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim McGrawIf you ever begin to question your sense of morals, ATTEND A COUNTRY CONCERT. Last night I discovered that though many a times my antics may stray from the "straight and narrow," I am in fact extremely wholesome in comparison to the other occupants of this great land we call "America."A Tim Mcgraw concert....Seemingly, this would be a suitable environment to attend with say, your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108879071780719346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=108879071780719346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108879071780719346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108879071780719346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/07/tim-mcgraw-if-you-ever-begin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-108464139414150950</id><published>2004-05-15T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T16:38:08.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scarred For LIFENow I know some crazy shit happens to us, but I think around 5am today we achieved the caketopper. My roommate, Kristen, moved back to Florida today. She was heading out around 5 and woke me up to say good-bye. She said, Laurin, wake up....I'm about to go, and then she proceeded to inform me that she thought she saw someone outside our window staring in.  Now, we had our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108464139414150950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=108464139414150950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108464139414150950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108464139414150950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/05/scarred-for-life-now-i-know-some-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-108415985405219018</id><published>2004-05-09T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T20:30:54.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WAKE UP!!!!!Thursday, upon completion of our finals, Crystal, Katie, and I began indulging in the good beverage about 2 in the afternoon.  We had every intention of drinking into the night and hitting up the bars...However, when we passed out at 7 and woke up at 9 feeling HUNGOVER, we realized that was not in the cards for the evening....Instead, we did the next best thing...We rented this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108415985405219018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=108415985405219018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108415985405219018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108415985405219018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/05/wake-up-thursday-upon-completion-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-108351755514322548</id><published>2004-05-02T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T11:07:21.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrbyyyyyyyyyyyyYesterday was the first Saturday in May, which means only one thing in Kentucky. Derrrrrrrbbyyyyyy. Thousands flock to Churchill Downs, some for watching horses, some for watching celebrities, and some for watching Boobies.  As is typical, anytime anything appears to be remarkably entertaining, we jump on the chance in a hearbeat.  Amazingly, this is our third </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108351755514322548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=108351755514322548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108351755514322548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108351755514322548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/05/derrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrbyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-108337240376734610</id><published>2004-04-30T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T17:49:50.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grilling  Last night Katie got the brilliant idea that we should GRILL hamburgers.  Not "grill" as in George Foreman those motha's as would typically be the case, but actually cook them on the REAL grill.  Now of course neither of us has ever done this because, come on, we're girls.  The way I see it, there are only TWO things that most girls our age don't know how to do. These are GRILLING and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108337240376734610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=108337240376734610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108337240376734610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108337240376734610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/04/grilling-last-night-katie-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-108234762153521814</id><published>2004-04-18T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T21:12:34.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apartment For RentFor the bargain price of only $340/month plus utilities, you can experience for yourself the LUXURIOUS lifestyle of ROYAL LEXINGTON.  Royal Lexington is located conveniently within walking distance to the University of Kentucky. This, however, is relatively useless because Royal Lexington provides a party atmosphere 24 hours a day/7 days a week with little to no regard for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108234762153521814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=108234762153521814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108234762153521814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108234762153521814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/04/apartment-for-rent-for-bargain-price.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-108173561094680420</id><published>2004-04-11T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T19:16:26.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Little Jockey BoyFriday. A day that started out much like any other day. A drunken day at Keeneland followed by a tasty meal at Red Lobster and a nap.  However, things quickly took a turn for the border as the day faded into the night....After our nap and another round of "Old Faithful"'s as Katie so fondly refers to our drink of choice, Screwdrivers, we headed out for a night on the town.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108173561094680420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=108173561094680420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108173561094680420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108173561094680420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/04/o-little-jockey-boy-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-108126560372265555</id><published>2004-04-06T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T08:36:06.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Captain Seat StealerI definitely would consider myself a creature of habit.  Every morning I wake up and have a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios and a banana. EVERY MORNING.  On MWF, I come back from class at 10, watch an hour of Dawson's Creek, take a shower, and then begin my day. I sit in the same seat every day at class.  I have two classes in the same room, and I sit in the SAME seat. It's just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108126560372265555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=108126560372265555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108126560372265555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108126560372265555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/04/captain-seat-stealer-i-definitely.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-108067227042961687</id><published>2004-03-30T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T10:47:06.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wally WorldLast night I finally decided that I should probly get some groceries, since I hadn't been since two weeks before Spring Break. Needless to say, the cupboards were BARE.  So Katie and I truck on out there at about 11:00 at night.  Now, we knew this was NOT in our best interest because it never fails that we are approached by some real jackasses every freakin time we go.  But we went.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108067227042961687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=108067227042961687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108067227042961687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108067227042961687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/03/wally-world-last-night-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-108052798608183813</id><published>2004-03-28T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T18:42:20.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The All American FamilyThere's only one word to describe my family. Dysfunctional. Hilarious, yet dysfunctional.  For example, this past weekend I had to go home for a wedding.  Friday night, I was helping my mom set the dinner table when my 17 year old brother comes downstairs and proceeds to ask if he can go see Dave Matthews Band in Indianapolis with some friends. She laughs. He was PISSED. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108052798608183813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=108052798608183813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108052798608183813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/108052798608183813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/03/all-american-family-theres-only-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-107833579017894037</id><published>2004-03-03T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:45:18.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Security AlarmsOur apartment just gets more ghetto as the year progresses.  We began our year with "The Great Flood of 111" that caused us to have to move out for a week and establish residency at the "Residence Inn" out on Newtown.  As the school year continued we've had many more joyous occurences, i.e. a MURDER, a NATURAL GAS leak, busted water pipes, and most recently the SECURITY SYSTEM </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/107833579017894037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=107833579017894037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107833579017894037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107833579017894037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/03/security-alarms-our-apartment-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-107750906914880196</id><published>2004-02-22T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T20:06:28.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OM Goodness &amp; the Awffle HouseOM Goodness, what a weekend. Banana Jon's Is The Best Place EVER!  We Love Drag Queens!Alright, so this past weekend turned out to be a preview of what is to come now that I'm 21.(or so says my i.d.) It is assured that in the not so distant future, failure from the next great university is inevitable, as myself and my comprades have discovered the joyous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/107750906914880196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=107750906914880196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107750906914880196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107750906914880196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/02/om-goodness-awffle-house-om-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-107668935728959423</id><published>2004-02-13T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T08:26:35.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Favorite CriminalsWednesday night, my roommate was arrested for DUI.  She wasn't actually drunk, so it really made no sense, but anyways. That's neither here nor there.  So, yesterday I had the "privilege" of experiencing many aspects of Lexington that I was previously not familiar with. i.e. JAIL and COURT.So it's 7 a.m. and I'm just chillin' at the Fayette County Detention Center </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/107668935728959423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=107668935728959423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107668935728959423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107668935728959423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-favorite-criminals-wednesday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-107627697651631610</id><published>2004-02-08T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T19:52:24.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ode To Bluegrass Towing Dedicated, With Love, To J. Money, Jon Bickett, Alex Wilson, And Anybody Else Who I've Taken To Redeem Their Cars From The Hellhole That Is Bluegrass TowingDearest  Bluegrass Towing, you suck a royal dick.You have no compassion whatsoever and you really make me sick.You tow our cars and show no shame, then you act like we're to blame.So what if I parked in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/107627697651631610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=107627697651631610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107627697651631610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107627697651631610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/02/ode-to-bluegrass-towing-dedicated-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-107617403317260702</id><published>2004-02-07T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T17:59:47.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 21st Katester!K turned 21 this week and Thursday night we went out to celebrate.  We went to a cute little bar downtown called "Rosebuds."  Now, as we all know, I am not 21, but the rest of my girl friends are. Of course I do not like to be left out of the festivities so I took the only logical action. Fake ID w/ LOTS OF CLEAVAGE.  Apparently, after a few shots, I began to tell my friends</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/107617403317260702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=107617403317260702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107617403317260702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107617403317260702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/02/happy-21st-katester-k-turned-21-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-107517388627111741</id><published>2004-01-26T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T19:26:18.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aunt JemimaFriday night a group of my compadres and myself departed to the shrine of movie viewing known as Regal Cinemas.  Now, on any given weekend, you can be guaranteed a minimum of a 20 minute wait in line, and its also quite plausible that after that 20 minutes of agonizing in the bitter cold your movie WILL be sold out.But Friday night, we were fortunate enough to get there 45 minutes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/107517388627111741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=107517388627111741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107517388627111741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107517388627111741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/01/aunt-jemima-friday-night-group-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-107449089119710291</id><published>2004-01-18T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:42:55.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Is A "DoucheBag?"Well, if you ask any random college student, the answer to this question is simple. OBVIOUSLY, a Douchebag is used to "Douche" yourself. Note: It is NOT, in fact, WORN, whether that be by day OR night. If you ask a 15 year old fucker against whom your playing March Madness 2004 on PS2 via the internet, he will define a douchebag quite differently. According to this flaming</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/107449089119710291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=107449089119710291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107449089119710291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107449089119710291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/01/what-is-douchebag-well-if-you-ask-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-107327624003096647</id><published>2004-01-04T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:31:27.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O' CanadaFor New Year's, a few of us decided to take a little road trip to Canada.  I went to Niagara Falls over the summer, and I thought the country sucked pretty hard. I figured, however, that w/ a huge casino and cheap booze that I could potentially develop  a fondness for our neighbors to the North.So off we went in Katie's mom's MINI VAN. We were pimping up I-75 hardcore. After a quick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/107327624003096647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=107327624003096647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107327624003096647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107327624003096647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2004/01/o-canada-for-new-years-few-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-107064758404535787</id><published>2003-12-05T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T10:07:04.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TETANUSIt seems that after this week, I am DESTINED to develop tetanus.  On Tuesday morning, I was in the shower and I picked up my razor and somehow managed to slice my thumb SIDEWAYS across it. It bled profusely.  So much so that I thought it would probably be in my best interest to have the doctor check it out.So I'm sitting there in the doctor's office, and the psycho nurse from Hell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/107064758404535787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=107064758404535787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107064758404535787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107064758404535787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/12/tetanus-it-seems-that-after-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-107024026271113385</id><published>2003-11-30T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T16:58:18.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Shit! I Know That Person On TV.....All of us have from time to time dreamed of appearing on national television.  When I was in the third grade, I had my chance.  My left arm...yes, thats right...the LEFT one... starred on that oh-so-fabulous television show, "Nick Arcade" baby! That was the closest that I got.....But another member of my family decided to take it a step further...So, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/107024026271113385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=107024026271113385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107024026271113385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/107024026271113385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/11/holy-shit-i-know-that-person-on-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106964869527756278</id><published>2003-11-23T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T20:43:12.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Gas Pump From HADESSo, I got off work today around 4 and decided to stop and get gas before the prices skyrocket and fuck everyone up the ass before the Thanksgiving holiday.  I swiped my credit card and inserted the pump and locked it into place. I guess I was distracted by the hot guy over at pump 6, because I certainly was not paying attention to the task at hand.  Well, as I noticed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106964869527756278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106964869527756278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106964869527756278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106964869527756278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/11/gas-pump-from-hades-so-i-got-off-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106947457347303649</id><published>2003-11-21T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T20:16:40.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things That Make You Say WTF......So I'm at work today and this girl comes in and turns in an application.  Something was a little odd about her, but I couldnt quite figure it out.  She had on a lovely jumper, and she looked like she stepped right off the scene of "Little House on the Prairie."  Plus! Her name was DOROTHY!!! which in itself is slightly peculiar for a 19 year old girl.She seemed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106947457347303649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106947457347303649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106947457347303649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106947457347303649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/11/things-that-make-you-say-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106934695621272931</id><published>2003-11-20T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T09:43:49.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I really really despise Craig Kilburn, but one segment of his show that I admire is "To *insert whatever* with Love..... So Here's My pitiful attempt to mimic him.To The Middle Aged Woman In My Psych Class, with Love: Thank you so much for emailing the professor and telling him that I did not give you my portion of the group assignment in a "timely fashion" thus causing my grade to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106934695621272931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106934695621272931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106934695621272931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106934695621272931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/11/so-i-really-really-despise-craig.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106904253271113791</id><published>2003-11-16T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:17:02.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cooking LessonsBy: Laurster and KatesterSo Thanksgiving is rapidly approaching, and we feel that we should share with you our vast knowledge of the culinary arts.  Tonight, we had a Thanksgiving feast at Bethany and Alex's, and we prepared our spec-ee-al-ity: KRAFT MAC 'N Cheese, Baby.We don't go to the grocery too terribly often here in 111, thus we make do with whatever is lying around.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106904253271113791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106904253271113791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106904253271113791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106904253271113791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/11/cooking-lessons-by-laurster-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106865411522334704</id><published>2003-11-12T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T08:21:52.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Practical JokesSo I know lately all I've done is write about my crazy roommate.  I'm gonna work on that, but this is just too good to omit.So we have an apartment phone here in 111.  Many of you probably didn't know that because we never use it cause we all have CELL PHONES.  All except one.  Crazy girl doesn't have a cell phone because she racked up an ungodly amount of minutes and couldnt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106865411522334704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106865411522334704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106865411522334704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106865411522334704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/11/practical-jokes-so-i-know-lately-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106832288731497722</id><published>2003-11-08T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T12:21:25.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Shit Hitteth The FannethMany might think that once an individual has departed to the magical world of dreamland that they are entitled to an entire night of slumber without being woken. This is NOT the case in 111.  Apparently, contrary to our knowledge a HUGE BASH took place here last night.  Interesting.... To the best of MY knowledge, Katie and I got ripped at a volleyball game and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106832288731497722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106832288731497722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106832288731497722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106832288731497722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/11/shit-hitteth-fanneth-many-might-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106807355747829924</id><published>2003-11-05T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T19:32:58.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Florida. Ah Yes, The "Sunshine State."  We've all been there and basked in the sun's glorious rays and visited that sexy stud Mickey Mouse who resides in the Orlando area.  I have been to this state many, many times, and I have experienced pretty much everything the state has to offer.  There is, however, one aspect that I have not previously been exposed to. The PEOPLE.  Not until this Fall at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106807355747829924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106807355747829924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106807355747829924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106807355747829924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/11/florida.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106758530194642802</id><published>2003-10-30T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T23:28:20.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SLOTH, The EndurerSo, tomorrow is Halloween.  Well, technically today, seeing as how its 2am.  So of course after a few shots of vodka,the next plan of action became all too clear.  Carve the pumpkin in our living room that belongs to our roommate who isn't home.  Since we decided to carve this pumpkin in a drunken state,(under sober supervision, of course..Thanks go out to Rob &amp; Terrence) our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106758530194642802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106758530194642802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106758530194642802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106758530194642802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/10/sloth-endurer-so-tomorrow-is-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106736756237846900</id><published>2003-10-28T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T10:59:21.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Discussion: OMG! I've Been Sober For 17 Straight Days! Why Would I Commit Such An Atrocity?! Well, Here's Why, My Friends.  19 Days Ago Marked The Beginning Of The End Of My "Innocence."(*Cues Enigma*) On A Thursday night, much like any other Thursday night, we began indulging in the "good beverage" as our mighty Wildcat "football team" took the field.  We began celebrating the Cocks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106736756237846900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106736756237846900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106736756237846900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106736756237846900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/10/todays-discussion-omg-ive-been-sober.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106359333277902311</id><published>2003-09-14T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T19:35:32.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to Jacksons' last night for a cookout for the "big game" against Alabama. I was pretty proud of our team.  Sure, after the first half, we had yet to have a FIRST DOWN and our rushing yardage was in the negative, but thats ok.  At least we didn't miss a 27 yard field go as did our opposition. "LACES OUT, DAN!!!!" But hey, we only lost by 10. Not too shabby.After the cookout we departed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106359333277902311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106359333277902311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106359333277902311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106359333277902311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/09/went-to-jacksons-last-night-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106264497982350299</id><published>2003-09-03T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T20:09:39.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fayette Mall.  Fondly revered as the FAGGETT Mall by myself and my friends.  Little did we know how accurate this nickname, in fact, portrayed this establishment.  So, I'm standing in line today to buy my dear friend, Jordan, a gift certificate at Victoria's Secret. Sorry, girl, if you're reading this, I just ruined your birthday surprise.  Anywho, there's this "woman" standing next to me, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106264497982350299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106264497982350299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106264497982350299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106264497982350299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/09/fayette-mall.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106247043316551565</id><published>2003-09-01T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T19:54:19.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As of yesterday, football season officially kicked off here at America's Next Great University.  Now, it's common knowledge that UK is a BASKETBALL school. Nobody gives two shits about football except for one all important pastime: TAILGATING! Oh yes, even the great Big Blue Nation cannot turn down an opportunity to park their RVs near Commonwealth Stadium for a weekend of bourbon, beer, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106247043316551565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106247043316551565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106247043316551565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106247043316551565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/09/as-of-yesterday-football-season.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106212327842944770</id><published>2003-08-28T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T19:32:17.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Shit! I'm finally updating this motha'! So let's see..School started back at America's Next Great University yesterday.  Woopdeeshit! It has definitely caused me to reach a disgruntling and somewhat depressing realization: I'm fucking old.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106212327842944770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106212327842944770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106212327842944770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106212327842944770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/08/holy-shit-im-finally-updating-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106090308803957061</id><published>2003-08-14T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T16:41:37.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todays topic of discussion: Missed Opportunities.  So, Katie and I took a random trip to Atlanta over the weekend, and it was GREAT.  I mean, it was the World of Coke's 13th birthday, and we got free birthday cake! It just doesn't get any better than that.  So anyways, Katie and I were driving back from the ATL up I-75, just minding our own business.  I was just moseying along at 85 mph near </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106090308803957061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106090308803957061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106090308803957061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106090308803957061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/08/todays-topic-of-discussion-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106057625025530862</id><published>2003-08-10T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T21:30:50.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Answer Your First Question..NO, We did not get any fake i.d.s...But have no fear.  When Laurin and Katie are involved, something bizarre ALWAYS happens.  Where should we begin?  For starters, it was our FIRST time in a hotel that didnt begin w/ either Hampton or Holiday.  We were pleasantly surprised when we arrived and found our hotel had...yes...BATHROBES, monogrammed w Swissotel, a mini bar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106057625025530862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106057625025530862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106057625025530862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106057625025530862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/08/to-answer-your-first-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-106004604302562685</id><published>2003-08-04T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T18:14:03.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I can honestly say that from time to time I have been known to indulge myself in the "good beverage."  Countless times, I have awaken from my drunken slumber and wondered, did I REALLY do that?  And then, there are, of course, the times that you have no recollection of whatsoever.  It's times like these that you are so thankful that you have friends who will remind you of your drunken </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/106004604302562685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=106004604302562685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106004604302562685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/106004604302562685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/08/so-i-can-honestly-say-that-from-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-105988727797678602</id><published>2003-08-02T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T22:07:57.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever wonder about the conversations people have?  I just left my friend Brandon's apartment after watching Bring It On for the umpteenth time.  As Katie and I walked by this group of girls, one girl exclaimed, " I have two dildos, but it's a secret."  Now, I ask this girl, If your masterbation obsession is such a secret, why are you proclaiming your ownership of this "tool" to passing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/105988727797678602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=105988727797678602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/105988727797678602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/105988727797678602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/08/do-you-ever-wonder-about-conversations.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-105976637287125382</id><published>2003-08-01T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T12:32:52.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's topic of conversation....Oreos.  Yes, we all know and love those small sandwich cookies filled w/ creamy goodness.  So, Katester and I went to Wal Mart yesterday, and these heavenly snacks were on sale.  Of course, we jumped on this opportunity to ensure that the college diet of beer, chips, and the occassional pizza( when we can afford it) did not go without the healthy addition of Oreos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/105976637287125382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=105976637287125382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/105976637287125382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/105976637287125382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/08/todays-topic-of-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-105961546164176003</id><published>2003-07-30T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T18:37:41.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Is A Story About Two Kiddies From Sexy Lexi Who Embarked on a Journey That Would Change Their Lives........We Were On Our Way To Cumberland Falls, As a $.97 Shot Glass Called.And What To Our Wandering Eyes Did Appear, But a BEAR! Not A Simple Cat Or a Deer.I Said, To My Sidekick...What The Hell! Get In the Car! We'll Run Over His Tail!But Bears Don't Have Tails, She Pointed Me Out.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/105961546164176003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=105961546164176003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/105961546164176003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/105961546164176003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/07/this-is-story-about-two-kiddies-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-105958648683576227</id><published>2003-07-30T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T10:37:13.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered why law enforcement exists?  I definetely have questioned the importance of the Lex police department.  Long long ago in a land far away, actually just about a month ago laurin turned right on red, but what harm did she do to humanity?  Did she kill a child?   NO   Did she throw a brick through a car window?  NO  But some lame ass redneck had the time to throw one through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/105958648683576227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=105958648683576227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/105958648683576227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/105958648683576227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/07/have-you-ever-wondered-why-law.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-105951433717988049</id><published>2003-07-29T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T14:32:17.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Adventure Certainly Follows Everywhere We Go....Who Knew a Quick Trip To Fazoli's Could End In Such An Exciting Day Of Touring Some Of Lexington's Finest Body Shops....The Poor Coug Has Taken A Minor Hit...Let Us All Take A Minute To Weep....Now, Let Us All Praise The Fine Individuals At State Farm Insurance Who Are Covering The $1,000 Damage To My Precious Coug :(.....Luckily For Me....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/105951433717988049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=105951433717988049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/105951433717988049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/105951433717988049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/07/well-adventure-certainly-follows.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625084.post-105945307264058012</id><published>2003-07-28T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T21:31:12.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woohoo!Finally Our Own Post! My Aunt Always Says That I'm a Weirdo Magnet...And I'm Beginning To Think She's Right....Time and Time Again, I'm Confronted W/ Situations And I Think To Myself WTF! Just Happened....I Figure It's Time To Share These Encounters W/ The World Rather Than Keeping Them To Myself...So Here We Go Kids! Hold On Tight! This May Be a Bumpy Ride...So Where To Begin....As The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/105945307264058012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625084&amp;postID=105945307264058012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/105945307264058012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625084/posts/default/105945307264058012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kychickymonkey.blogspot.com/2003/07/woohoofinally-our-own-post-my-aunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
