<?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-1250251263995887404</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:57:22.112+02:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Crazy situations'/><category term='Teasing'/><category term='Seducers'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Cheating'/><category term='Valery'/><category term='Things we want to know but never will'/><category term='In love'/><category term='Stalkers'/><category term='Sexists'/><category term='Ex lovers'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Brooke'/><title type='text'>In love!</title><subtitle type='html'>This is about Valery's and Brooke's love life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-3463285067628193838</id><published>2010-02-06T23:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:42:41.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Who inspires you the most?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;The celeb who inspires me the most is Cheryl Cole. She&amp;#039;s positive and something to look up to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/valeryes"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-3463285067628193838?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/3463285067628193838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=3463285067628193838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3463285067628193838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3463285067628193838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-2487407697286148309</id><published>2010-01-19T20:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:01:09.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;If you could have an endless supply of any food, what would you get?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Sushi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/valeryes"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-2487407697286148309?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/2487407697286148309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=2487407697286148309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2487407697286148309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2487407697286148309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-2604818309710035967</id><published>2009-12-21T21:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:47:35.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;If you could have a super power, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Live forever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/valeryes"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-2604818309710035967?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/2604818309710035967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=2604818309710035967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2604818309710035967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2604818309710035967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2009/12/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-6907036678696433673</id><published>2009-12-21T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:17:48.451+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life story</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder what you're going to do with your life? What kind of choices you can make and what your life will then look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so romantic... you'll never know what would have happened if you had made a different choice - your life is one story, and you'll never really get to know about all the other possible stories that could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-6907036678696433673?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/6907036678696433673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=6907036678696433673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6907036678696433673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6907036678696433673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-story.html' title='Life story'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-6490759455157499947</id><published>2009-12-21T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:20:57.919+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><title type='text'>The Girls Aloud Party</title><content type='html'>One of our new friends was embarrassed a lot, and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at a party, so we asked our new friend to play some music. He took his MP4 player and put on a song... it was Girls Aloud's Long Hot Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, all men got quiet and started listening to the song... suddenly they all started laughing at the guy! I mean really loud! At that moment he was standing in the middle of the room and he started looking around. It must've been so embarrassing for him to see everyone in the room looking at him, and all men laughing at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-6490759455157499947?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/6490759455157499947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=6490759455157499947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6490759455157499947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6490759455157499947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2009/08/girls-aloud-party.html' title='The Girls Aloud Party'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-1610984016532985602</id><published>2009-10-20T19:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:47:00.271+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Girls Aloud</title><content type='html'>Check out these Girls Aloud ballads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Whole lotta history&lt;br /&gt;Crocodile tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-1610984016532985602?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/1610984016532985602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=1610984016532985602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/1610984016532985602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/1610984016532985602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-aloud.html' title='Girls Aloud'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-2744934784339311984</id><published>2009-10-20T00:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:57:20.225+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><title type='text'>More sushi!</title><content type='html'>We had "all you can eat sushi" and we loved it so much we didn't even talk much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-2744934784339311984?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/2744934784339311984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=2744934784339311984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2744934784339311984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2744934784339311984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-sushi.html' title='More sushi!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-2829221411035996112</id><published>2009-08-20T23:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:24:46.064+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><title type='text'>We saved a baby bird!</title><content type='html'>We were talking about heroic stories the other day and then we realized we are heroes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago Natanz and I were walking in a park and we saw a group of birds walking by. The mother bird was walking ahead and her 5 babies were walking behind her. Then we saw another baby bird in the grass. It was making cute sounds, but it couldn't find it's mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took it and put it back with the other babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are heroes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-2829221411035996112?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/2829221411035996112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=2829221411035996112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2829221411035996112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2829221411035996112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-saved-baby-bird.html' title='We saved a baby bird!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-6316101162366609889</id><published>2009-01-29T00:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:06:35.495+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A kid tried to seduce us!</title><content type='html'>We were just walking around when a kid tried to seduce us! It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came up to Valery and said 'You're so hot!' She just ignored him and kept walking. Later he came to me and he said he would 'do us both'. What a sexist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told him he's way too young for us and even then he's a total loser! We didn't want to traumatize him so we didn't say anything else. But he wouldn't give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used dumb arguments like 'you don't know what you're missing' and he told us he already slept with some women... yeah right. So we told him nobody our age is interested in someone who still lives with his mommy and he left. He looked over a few times but he left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; Take that sexist men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; They start so young at it, they're really good at it when they grow up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-6316101162366609889?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/6316101162366609889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=6316101162366609889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6316101162366609889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6316101162366609889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2009/01/kid-tried-to-seduce-us.html' title='A kid tried to seduce us!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-1358708940944098485</id><published>2009-01-28T07:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:08:00.419+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><title type='text'>We were locked in a cinema!</title><content type='html'>We were watching a movie in a cinema. After the movie we wanted to secretly enter another room so we could see another movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sneaked around, but all other rooms were closed already. When we tried to get to go back to 'our room' to go to the exit, there was a guard standing there, waiting for everyone to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left and we carefully walked towards our room, when we saw the guard standing by the exit! He would know what we were doing, so we hid instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... the lights went out! We walked towards the front and saw an employee walk towards the exit. We couldn't just run to her and say we were left behind... so we stayed and she locked the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to open the door, but it wouldn't open. There was only one thing to do... we stayed there for the night. The next day we mingled with the crowd and nobody ever found out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-1358708940944098485?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/1358708940944098485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=1358708940944098485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/1358708940944098485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/1358708940944098485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-were-locked-in-cinema.html' title='We were locked in a cinema!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-5804824086661306181</id><published>2009-01-27T23:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:20:58.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The woman and the genie</title><content type='html'>We had a night with dinner &amp;amp; much talking the other day. One of our friends told us a nice story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A giant genie opens a box. A woman comes out and he tells her to dance for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dances, and meanwhile a man is watching everything. The woman sees him and she asks the genie to perform some magic tricks. He does so, but this exhausts him so he goes to sleep afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the genie is sleeping, the man goes to the woman and says he wants to save her. 'No, he's my husband' she says. She lies down on a bed. 'Now make love to me or i wake him up and he'll kill you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-5804824086661306181?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/5804824086661306181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=5804824086661306181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/5804824086661306181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/5804824086661306181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2009/01/woman-and-genie.html' title='The woman and the genie'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-36021678529556349</id><published>2009-01-27T00:44:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:23:40.615+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><title type='text'>Delicious sushi!</title><content type='html'>I met up with a friend who made such delicious sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good... i almost kissed him to thank him! Luckily i felt too nervous to do that so we're still friends... when we could have been better friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-36021678529556349?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/36021678529556349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=36021678529556349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/36021678529556349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/36021678529556349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2009/01/delicious-sushi.html' title='Delicious sushi!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-1198690326542245871</id><published>2009-01-26T02:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:24:15.468+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><title type='text'>The crying woman</title><content type='html'>We ran into a crying woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked her what was wrong. She said she was planning a vacation with her friends. Her boyfriend said they hadn't done that together yet and he wanted her to go with him instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she had to choose between going on vacation with her friends or with him. We told her she could go with her friends and bring her boyfriend, but he wanted to go alone with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even said he found himself more important than her friends! She didn't know what to do, but it was clear he was a bad boyfriend because he said she should choose for him if she knew how relationships work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told her to give him one more chance, and that it's really not normal for people to talk to you like that... we don't know what happened, but we hope she's happy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-1198690326542245871?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/1198690326542245871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=1198690326542245871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/1198690326542245871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/1198690326542245871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2009/01/crying-woman.html' title='The crying woman'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-62562756566771234</id><published>2008-11-27T01:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:12:48.719+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><title type='text'>We looked through a window and we saw...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;a crazy person! Actually we didn't see him so we don't know if it's a guy, but it can't be a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time we go home from going out at night we walk by this house. It's usually around 3-5 am so most people are asleep, but not this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's always watching TV and guess what he's watching? Every time! What a creep! We are seriously wondering what's wrong with him. Does he have a life? What else does he do all day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, if I ever see anyone enter that house I'll take a picture and put it on the web everywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-62562756566771234?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/62562756566771234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=62562756566771234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/62562756566771234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/62562756566771234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-looked-through-window-and-we-saw.html' title='We looked through a window and we saw...'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-2017363736772283927</id><published>2008-11-04T01:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:25:01.072+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><title type='text'>I had my handwriting analyzed</title><content type='html'>Hey hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with the guy that told us why women are better and he had an interesting hobby. He analyzes handwriting! He analyzed Valery and he was right 100%. The results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has much mental and physical energy for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She expresses her emotions freely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks fast and she doesn't need all the information to make decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her physical activities are varied and satisfying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives herself room to make mistakes and she learns from them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she a wonderful girlfriend to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-2017363736772283927?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/2017363736772283927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=2017363736772283927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2017363736772283927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2017363736772283927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-my-handwriting-analyzed.html' title='I had my handwriting analyzed'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-3210212083415884914</id><published>2008-11-01T11:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:01:01.319+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teasing'/><title type='text'>Why women are better!</title><content type='html'>We met a guy who told us why women are better than men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to hear and he also was an interesting person. He told us that we're better in all ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 We're better in bed!&lt;br /&gt;2 We smell better and we can smell better too!&lt;br /&gt;3 Men are stronger and they can run faster, but it doesn't help them much because we live longer!&lt;br /&gt;4 Men's brains are 16% bigger than ours, but still they're just as smart as us!&lt;br /&gt;5 Women are better kissers according to women and men!&lt;br /&gt;6 Women know men's anatomy better than the other way around!&lt;br /&gt;7 We have more connections between our left and right brain, so we can express our feelings better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was much more. Actually the guy, although he was a guy, made a bigger impression on us than his opinions on women and men... we can't remember his name... Nataz... Nadaz... he even spelled it but it doesn't matter, we'll see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-3210212083415884914?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/3210212083415884914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=3210212083415884914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3210212083415884914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3210212083415884914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-women-are-better.html' title='Why women are better!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-1842082574051254930</id><published>2008-10-29T23:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:23:56.318+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><title type='text'>Our micro adventure!</title><content type='html'>Hi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been out on a mini adventure! Or micro adventure really. For Brooke's birthday we got... a world tour! Vicey showed us a few places she's been to: Paris &amp;amp; London, Singapore &amp;amp; Malaysia, Brasil &amp;amp; Mexico, Barcelona &amp;amp; Rome... it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we've learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris is beautiful and you can stay there for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brasil is wonderful and you can stay there for much longer! The nature is so exotic we only took one photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is modern and it's interesting to talk to people on the streets there... we wonder why not more people visit it. It must be interesting to have the same mindset as the people who live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London is a big city but we didn't find the culture so interesting. Some of the buildings were nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men in Italy are sexists. The pathetic guys there say things like 'I want you' but in Italian so you think it's romantic, but would you do anything with a guy who says that in your own language? The creeps get laid there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men in Spain are sexists. The pathetic guys there say things like 'I want you' but in Spanish so you think it's romantic, but would you do anything with a guy who says that in your own language? The creeps get laid there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is varied! Rivers, people living on houses built on the water, Asia's biggest mall and much more. You should definitely visit it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico has beautiful nature too, but don't drink any alcohol there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our experiences can't be put in words, but that's what experiences are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-1842082574051254930?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/1842082574051254930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=1842082574051254930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/1842082574051254930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/1842082574051254930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-weve-been-out-on-mini-adventure-or.html' title='Our micro adventure!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-7759116722099058126</id><published>2008-09-30T18:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:04:00.202+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valery'/><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>This is what I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something amazing. Something that would add so much to my life that I would give 40 years of my life just so I could do it once.  Singing and dancing, sports and everything else wouldn't even come close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel what it's like to go to my extremes. I want to use all my reflexes, resourcefulness, instincts and abilities. I will have to use everything I've learned in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all in an exotic place with exotic plants and animals, beautiful sights and wonderful smells.  A real adventure in a jungle, with danger, excitement and amazing discoveries: an experience I'll remember forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-7759116722099058126?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/7759116722099058126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=7759116722099058126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7759116722099058126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7759116722099058126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/09/adventure.html' title='Adventure'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-4203982260879423804</id><published>2008-09-14T23:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:46:45.996+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><title type='text'>Trapped by a sleeping guy</title><content type='html'>I was trapped by a sleeping guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a weird party. There was music but you couldn't hear it. When I went home something crazy happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the night bus home. I decided to walk a few stops towards the bus so I didn't have to wait in line and I had a seat. That was a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a seat, but on the way a guy came and sat next to me. He fell asleep! He rolled with his head. The people behind me started laughing and asked each other if he was sleeping. He woke up now and then, but eventually he just slept and kept leaning against me. And I still had 20 stops to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my stop finally arrived I didn't even bother waking him up but I just jumped over the bar in front of me so I could avoid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are disgusting. They should be forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-4203982260879423804?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/4203982260879423804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=4203982260879423804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4203982260879423804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4203982260879423804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/09/trapped-by-sleeping-guy.html' title='Trapped by a sleeping guy'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-7417858530901699131</id><published>2008-09-12T00:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:59:00.518+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Stories</title><content type='html'>We write stories. Now we are working on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;In love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends live on an island. Because of previous bad experiences, all men have been banned from the island for hundreds of years and are only remembered as monster-like beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story has by far the funniest elements we have ever seen in a story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman falls in love and chases her soul mate on board of a cruise ship. We're not going to say what the story really is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Interestingly misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is still a secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-7417858530901699131?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/7417858530901699131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=7417858530901699131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7417858530901699131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7417858530901699131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/07/stories.html' title='Stories'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-91455387791183898</id><published>2008-09-09T03:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:15:00.993+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teasing'/><title type='text'>A cute little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; We saved the day for a little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking through a park on our way to a friend who lives on the other side. When we got to the middle of the park we saw a little girl crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said someone threw sand at her. She pointed us to the little criminal. We told him to be nice to the little girl, but he just said 'No'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't be mean to a kid, so we just said we didn't like him. His eyes got big and he almost started crying. We said if he was going to be nice to the little girl and say he's sorry, we would like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made friends and we changed the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-91455387791183898?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/91455387791183898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=91455387791183898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/91455387791183898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/91455387791183898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute-little-girl.html' title='A cute little girl'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-4889599604303874286</id><published>2008-09-08T20:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:11:00.997+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Unbelievable!</title><content type='html'>It was amazing and unexpected. We didn't even know something like that was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know what we had to do. It made us feel very good and we want to experience it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We can't tell you what happened, because you won't believe it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-4889599604303874286?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/4889599604303874286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=4889599604303874286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4889599604303874286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4889599604303874286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/09/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-2773195452210217247</id><published>2008-09-07T14:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:49:00.970+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><title type='text'>The cute bad cat</title><content type='html'>I was looking after a cat for a friend who went out of town for a day. I wanted to do some other things that day, but she convinced me her cat was really cute and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was cute! She was curious and affectionate and she always wanted to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left her alone for a while to go to the store. When I came back she had broken my flowers and a drinking glass and she had scratched Valery's speaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bad cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the cat was in trouble when Valery came back, but Valery got angry at me instead and cuddled the cat for being so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-2773195452210217247?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/2773195452210217247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=2773195452210217247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2773195452210217247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2773195452210217247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute-bad-cat.html' title='The cute bad cat'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-2396729384630677697</id><published>2008-09-06T20:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:51:33.560+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seducers'/><title type='text'>The guy who couldn't kiss!</title><content type='html'>We met a guy who couldn't kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke and I were at an informal drink. At the bar there was a couple kissing. It just seemed odd how they held their heads so I took a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy didn't even know how to kiss! He kept doing the same things, didn't use his hands and he barely opened his mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only she knew she doesn't have to stick up with losers like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-2396729384630677697?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/2396729384630677697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=2396729384630677697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2396729384630677697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2396729384630677697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/09/guy-who-couldnt-kiss.html' title='The guy who couldn&apos;t kiss!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-9016063922030400801</id><published>2008-09-04T02:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:23:00.747+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><title type='text'>The guy with a bump in his pants</title><content type='html'>This guy was such a sexist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this guy at a party. I talked to him for a while and for some reason many people were staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Valery came up to me and dragged me away from him. I asked why, and she told me to look at the guy. There was a bump in his pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that big, but what a sexist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are awful. They should keep it under control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-9016063922030400801?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/9016063922030400801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=9016063922030400801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/9016063922030400801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/9016063922030400801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/09/guy-with-bump-in-his-pants.html' title='The guy with a bump in his pants'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-8142899215691112580</id><published>2008-09-03T18:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:07:00.964+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teasing'/><title type='text'>Brooke's eyes</title><content type='html'>Brooke had something in her eye. I looked but I couldn't see anything. I got closer to her and we were looking in each other's eyes for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends saw it and thought we were falling in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are still teasing us with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-8142899215691112580?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/8142899215691112580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=8142899215691112580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/8142899215691112580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/8142899215691112580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/09/brookes-eyes.html' title='Brooke&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-9033900736641546979</id><published>2008-09-02T02:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T02:32:00.698+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><title type='text'>That's not how you manage a store!</title><content type='html'>A store manager 'tried' to mix business and pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the airport mall to buy a necklace for a birthday. First we checked out some headphones. We tried out the most expensive one. We were never going to buy this one because it cost 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An employee asked if we wanted to buy it, we said we didn't. She came with the usual arguments: best quality, famous designer, good fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The manager overheard us and he said we could have it at a lower price since they didn't sell those headphones that much. We said we were just looking and we would probably never buy those headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lowered the price again, this time because they didn't sell much in general. We said we liked the headphones, but we were looking for a birthday present so we wanted to buy something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he lowered the price again to 'synchronize the price/quality ratio with the other items in store'. We said it is a nice present, but we would probably buy a necklace instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he lowered the price because they broke their selling record the day before, so they could afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;Before he said they didn't sell much in general, so that's an easy record to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept trying to tell him we didn't want the headphones, but he really liked us and eventually ended up at 40. So we bought the headphones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He escorted us to the exit and we could feel him looking at us while we were walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; Who knew meeting a sexist could turn out well for us?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-9033900736641546979?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/9033900736641546979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=9033900736641546979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/9033900736641546979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/9033900736641546979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-not-how-you-manage-store.html' title='That&apos;s not how you manage a store!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-8793907664582395052</id><published>2008-09-01T11:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:00:01.146+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seducers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><title type='text'>Proof: all men are sleazy</title><content type='html'>Some evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out, when some guy started talking to Valery. She wanted him to go away, but she didn't let him know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ordered a drink for Valery and put something in her glass! He gave the drink to Valery and I was far away so I couldn't warn her without doing something crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on the bar, walked over to Valery and told her he put something in her drink. Valery's always very protective of herself and I hate it when she feels unsafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valery threw the drink in the guy's face and I told some other guy what the bad guy did. They both started screaming at one another and we left the area. Eventually the bouncer came and threw the guy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this: men came to us from all directions, telling us we were so innocent and perceptive and smart, trying to seduce us helpless girls and pretending they thought we were brave and that they would never do such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; See how they are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-8793907664582395052?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/8793907664582395052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=8793907664582395052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/8793907664582395052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/8793907664582395052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/09/proof-all-men-are-sleazy.html' title='Proof: all men are sleazy'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-7314522978234146427</id><published>2008-08-31T02:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:35:00.571+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teasing'/><title type='text'>Food fight!</title><content type='html'>We were having lunch at a lunch restaurant with a walking buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some high school kids came in and we watched them. We saw many similarities with how we were in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them accidentally dropped a small lettuce piece on the other girl's tray. The 'victim' threw it on the first girl's plate and that's how it all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started throwing salad at each other and soon everyone in line joined them. They also threw food at their friends who were already at their table, who joined the fight too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was massive! The manager tried to stop everyone, but they threw food at him too. Brooke just started eating quickly so we could leave soon, but when they started throwing food at us too we couldn't resist and joined the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valery accidentally hit a little girl on the head with a piece of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so good that we sneaked out without getting hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;Ah, high school...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-7314522978234146427?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/7314522978234146427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=7314522978234146427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7314522978234146427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7314522978234146427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-fight.html' title='Food fight!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-3099919001494045993</id><published>2008-08-30T03:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:05:00.248+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things we want to know but never will'/><title type='text'>We found a diary!</title><content type='html'>We were taking a walk and saw a diary on the ground. We didn't see anyone around, so we think someone left their bag open and it fell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a diary and people tell them their most intense feelings. We thought about reading it… should we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know her, so it's not that bad if we get to know something (or everything) about her. But it are private feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came up with all kinds of excuses to read the diary. Maybe her address was in it so we could return it to her. Maybe she left it there on purpose because she wanted people to read it. Or it was all part of a hidden camera TV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't read the diary. We just flicked through the diary real fast, seeing only a beautiful handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; What wonderful life would this person have? Amazingly perfect, excitingly varied and outgoing? We'll never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-3099919001494045993?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/3099919001494045993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=3099919001494045993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3099919001494045993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3099919001494045993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-found-diary.html' title='We found a diary!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-8979154349525182576</id><published>2008-08-29T02:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:24:00.283+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In love'/><title type='text'>Vicey!</title><content type='html'>We met Vicey today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicey is the most wonderful person in the world! She knows exactly how you feel and everything she says is exactly what you want to hear at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you talk to her you learn so much about yourself and everyone feels like they can tell her everything they feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happen to meet her today, we didn't even know we would ever see her again. We had changed our phone nrs at the same time before, so we couldn't reach each other anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were happy to see her again and we talked for 5 hours (is that much?) about everything that happened in our lives. We feel like our lives are so much richer now that she's in our lives again. We don't need that 'self discovery' class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-8979154349525182576?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/8979154349525182576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=8979154349525182576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/8979154349525182576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/8979154349525182576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/vicey.html' title='Vicey!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-6387016090442080861</id><published>2008-08-28T23:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:04:00.614+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><title type='text'>Two rich sexists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;Another interesting day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking to each other when we noticed a scene taking place. Two obviously rich men were 'entertaining' themselves with two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two girls were clearly only interested because they like money. People were standing around, watching the girls acting like... let's say they didn't act so emancipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girls left to get drinks, we followed them and told them they shouldn't let the men treat them so sexistly. They thought we were jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;How could anyone even want men like those for something else than their money?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a plan to show the girls the men were sexists and to punish the men. We went to the men (the two girls were already there) and whispered in their ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Valery doesn't want to say what she said! She's awful!! What I said was completely acceptable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men were instantly not interested in the two other girls anymore and 'dumped' them. Valery really knows what men want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we dumped the men, and nobody wanted them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women still didn't like us, but at least those sexists won't be having fun with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-6387016090442080861?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/6387016090442080861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=6387016090442080861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6387016090442080861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6387016090442080861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-rich-sexists.html' title='Two rich sexists'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-6134928118264519388</id><published>2008-08-27T02:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:46:00.970+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stalkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><title type='text'>A guy was *********ing in the bushes!</title><content type='html'>It was filthy! We know men can be pretty pathetic, but this pathetic?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the Water Paradise talking to some friends. Some girls were sitting on the ground nearby. Suddenly a guy was loudly screaming 'Hey hey!' We looked over at the bushes where the sound came from, but we couldn't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two guys ran out of the bushes, one chasing the other with a stick! The chased one's pants were unbuttoned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran away, later the guy with the stick came back and he told everyone he caught that guy pleasuring himself in the bushes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;How can they even live with themselves?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;I just hope he wasn't looking at me when he did it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-6134928118264519388?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/6134928118264519388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=6134928118264519388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6134928118264519388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6134928118264519388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/guy-was-ing-in-bushes.html' title='A guy was *********ing in the bushes!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-4961648498496093402</id><published>2008-08-26T11:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:00:00.912+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Cat scratch</title><content type='html'>We were on our way to meet a friend. We were going to meet her new lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked around a corner, Valery almost stepped on a cat. The cat lashed out at her because she didn't feel safe. We wanted to play with her and show we are friendly, but she kept hissing so we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left, the cat followed us and tried to bite us! We ran for 1 second, but it kept chasing us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried talking to it, but it didn't understand what we were saying and tried biting us again. So we ran away, but the cat ran after us and scratched Valery's boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; Now I have the most beautiful boots ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; Who knew cats can run faster than humans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-4961648498496093402?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/4961648498496093402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=4961648498496093402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4961648498496093402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4961648498496093402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/cat-scratch.html' title='Cat scratch'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-3734542177802557111</id><published>2008-08-25T02:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:30:00.523+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><title type='text'>Groped by a girl</title><content type='html'>We had just gone out and we were walking home. We heard someone running towards us from behind and we thought she would just pass us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Valery was groped by a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was drunk and she thought Valery was her friend. When Valery turned around she just kept laughing and embraced her. Then she said 'You're not my friend! Who are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valery tried to push her away but she just kept holding on! Drunk people can be so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-3734542177802557111?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/3734542177802557111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=3734542177802557111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3734542177802557111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3734542177802557111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/groped-by-girl.html' title='Groped by a girl'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-428488133044917769</id><published>2008-08-24T01:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:56:00.841+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><title type='text'>The super smelly guy</title><content type='html'>We took an introductory lesson in 'self discovery'. It's a course about discovering who you are and what you want to do with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to sit outside in pairs and get to know each other. Brooke had to do this assignment with some guy who she still doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;He was super smelly! If he goes in the jungle nobody would even eat him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke didn't want to be smelled with him! It was embarrassing to hang out with him, she was constantly looking if someone smelled him with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was going from him to Brooke, so she changed sides. Then the wind changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;I almost told him to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are men so dirty? So to all men reading this: take a shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the smell, Brooke didn't really listen (or make eye contact) and she didn't get to know much about the guy. When she had to introduce him to the group - she knew nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was thrown out of the class for not even trying. The teacher said she had never seen anything like this before and it was 'hopeless and useless' for Brooke to take this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;It was his fault I didn't get to know him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;Luckily we didn't take that self defense class with him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-428488133044917769?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/428488133044917769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=428488133044917769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/428488133044917769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/428488133044917769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/super-smelly-guy.html' title='The super smelly guy'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-532892425909300232</id><published>2008-08-23T23:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:04:00.959+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><title type='text'>We saved a shy girl from sexists!</title><content type='html'>Five guys were talking to a girl at our hang out spot. The guys were trying to seduce her and she didn't dare to say she wanted to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was obviously shy: talking nervously and looking down a lot. But she didn't leave so the guys could just keep talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretended to be her friends and tried to save her from the guys. But they surrounded us and pushed us back when we tried to leave while they were laughing. This we really didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told them a girl would never leave a guy who's good in bed, then we asked them where there girlfriends were. They all said they had girlfriends so we had no more trouble leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shy girl thanked us for saving her and we made another friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-532892425909300232?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/532892425909300232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=532892425909300232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/532892425909300232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/532892425909300232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-saved-shy-girl-from-sexists.html' title='We saved a shy girl from sexists!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-7456309346093855229</id><published>2008-08-22T17:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:00:00.643+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things we want to know but never will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In love'/><title type='text'>The forgotten girl's lovers</title><content type='html'>I met the girl who's name I forgot again. We have some friends in common, but they know I already know her for a while so I feel silly asking them for her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she likes 2 people and she was deciding who she wanted to date. I told her to go out with both of them and see which one she liked more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were talking about this, a man came to talk to us. We were not interested in him, but he kept boring us. He didn't get our signals, and there were so many of them! I looked away for a long time, I yawned, I didn't really talk to him... eventually we just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dumb guy followed us! We told him we didn't want to talk to him and maybe he could talk to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept trying so we had to use a more direct approach. I told him I didn't want to talk to him. But he kept reasoning that everyone should get a fair chance and he was just being nice and hadn't done anything wrong. He was so clingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I didn't like him. He wanted to convince me he was nice, so I said I'm just an unfriendly person. He said he wanted to help me change. Out of nowhere came one of my friends, saving us from that creep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get to talk much about the girl-who's-name-I-forgot's love issue because she had to leave. All this because of that dumb guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-7456309346093855229?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/7456309346093855229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=7456309346093855229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7456309346093855229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7456309346093855229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/forgotten-girls-lovers.html' title='The forgotten girl&apos;s lovers'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-7432309916156034845</id><published>2008-08-21T02:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:23:00.246+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><title type='text'>The jealous girlfriend</title><content type='html'>A girl got jealous at us because we talked to her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met a guy at a party. His girlfriend was watching us and she came over when we made him laugh a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put her arms around him and tried to get his sole attention. He still talked to us, so she just told us to stay away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked if she didn't trust him. She said she did, but that we shouldn't try to seduce him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;That makes no sense. If you can trust him, we can't seduce him anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and the girlfriend started talking about not talking to us. Later we saw the guy standing alone. He said he agreed with his girlfriend and that people in a relationship shouldn't really talk to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know if he meant that or if he just said that because his girlfriend was around. Men are so sneaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His girlfriend saw us talking to him again and she got angry. We told her we were just talking and she didn't own him, but she wouldn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed away from them for the rest of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;Some people are just crazy, like these two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-7432309916156034845?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/7432309916156034845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=7432309916156034845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7432309916156034845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7432309916156034845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/jealous-girlfriend.html' title='The jealous girlfriend'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-7338149752067392786</id><published>2008-08-20T23:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:16:01.708+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><title type='text'>Proof: all men are sexists</title><content type='html'>We went out and were going home. When we walked by a wall we heard sounds... we listened for a while because we didn't know what kind of sounds it were. 2 women were doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must've thought nobody could hear them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;Or they liked that others heard them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were curious, but we didn't want to look. Other people heard it too, and some men wanted to take a look. We told them they shouldn't do that, and then one guy said maybe they would like it if we joined them! What a sexists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't look because we told them to and we left. When we looked back, we still saw those men standing there. How pathetic is that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-7338149752067392786?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/7338149752067392786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=7338149752067392786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7338149752067392786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7338149752067392786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/proof-all-men-are-sexists.html' title='Proof: all men are sexists'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-7322314187318285253</id><published>2008-08-19T00:44:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:44:00.529+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teasing'/><title type='text'>Our stalker saved Valery's life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We went to the beach with our 'stalker' and some other friends. We teased him but he wasn't exclusively interested in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valery made a plan. She laid down at the sea and pretended to have drowned. I called our stalker for help and he ran to us. He gave Valery heart massage and mouth to mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He's so cute, he thought it was real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he saved Valery they talked a lot. Now he almost likes Valery as much as he should. He didn't get under her shirt yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; His heart was beating very fast. He was so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He still doesn't know it was a joke! We're not going to tell him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-7322314187318285253?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/7322314187318285253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=7322314187318285253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7322314187318285253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7322314187318285253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-stalker-saved-valerys-life.html' title='Our stalker saved Valery&apos;s life!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-6148907807250704193</id><published>2008-08-18T19:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:44:01.038+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seducers'/><title type='text'>Attack of the nerds</title><content type='html'>Nerds tried to seduce us! It was awful and they were so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they kept looking at us from a distance. Valery was impatient so she waved them over. Only one nerd came, we think it was the leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is there anything you want to say?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nerd started asking us questions about ourselves. We interrupted him and told him to tell us something about himself. He kept talking about what he had done in computer games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sensed he wasn't doing so well, so he asked if we met his friends. Brooke said 'Of course not', which he interpreted as a signal to wave them over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 5 minutes they were talking about how fast their computers are, how big their hard drives are and what they could download with their fast internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I like comparing the human body to other things, but computers?? They really have to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke pretended to fall asleep. It was so funny, the nerds tried to keep her awake by talking about space, aliens, why crocodiles can't make fast turns and other science stuff!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt bad about what we did next. We don't make many mistakes, but the ones we do make are usually big ones. Some girls walked by and we started talking to them too. We told them the nerds were great, and left them with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily WE still made it out of there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-6148907807250704193?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/6148907807250704193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=6148907807250704193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6148907807250704193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6148907807250704193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/attack-of-nerds.html' title='Attack of the nerds'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-5275046537791416420</id><published>2008-08-17T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:43:00.450+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stalkers'/><title type='text'>The stalker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke  &lt;/span&gt;Were we ever wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery  &lt;/span&gt;Not all men are bad. Like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met a friend, who introduced us to... our stalker!    It turned out he's OK. He was running after us because he knew Brooke. And the first time he was late and we happened to be in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;I met him a few months ago but I still don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't even feel embarrassed because he made such a good impression on us. He's talkative, pays a lot of attention to people and we felt we could tell him everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this could go somewhere... we'll see him around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-5275046537791416420?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/5275046537791416420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=5275046537791416420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/5275046537791416420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/5275046537791416420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/stalker.html' title='The stalker!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-6409356299334817114</id><published>2008-08-16T02:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:34:01.565+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><title type='text'>A magician with tricks up his sleeve</title><content type='html'>A bad magician was performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted someone's ring and made it disappear. The victim had to open a handkerchief and suddenly the ring was in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she gave back the ring, did a few more tricks and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victim wanted to buy ice cream, but then she saw her wallet was gone! The magician was a thief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;So don't trust magicians!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-6409356299334817114?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/6409356299334817114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=6409356299334817114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6409356299334817114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/6409356299334817114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/magician-with-tricks-up-his-sleeve.html' title='A magician with tricks up his sleeve'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-2235478195241477850</id><published>2008-08-15T01:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:55:00.563+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things we want to know but never will'/><title type='text'>A plan for the name</title><content type='html'>I made a plan to get the name of the girl who's name I forgot. I'll ask her nr and when she answers she'll say her name. That should work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-2235478195241477850?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/2235478195241477850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=2235478195241477850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2235478195241477850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/2235478195241477850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/plan-for-name.html' title='A plan for the name'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-4266265971658080190</id><published>2008-08-14T03:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T03:03:00.719+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seducers'/><title type='text'>2 competitors for 2 girls</title><content type='html'>Men can't count. Two guys came to talk to us. 2 guys for 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started out interesting, but then they started competing with one another: one guy had been to Australia, the other one immediately had to say he had been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valery wanted to talk about food, and they immediately told us how much better than the other guy they could cook. That is not necessary, just make us interested in YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got bored and we didn't want to get even more bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; I almost said 'So you have bigger balls, who cares?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complete nerd walked by and we saved ourselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-4266265971658080190?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/4266265971658080190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=4266265971658080190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4266265971658080190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4266265971658080190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-competitors-for-2-girls.html' title='2 competitors for 2 girls'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-7117569776187846122</id><published>2008-08-13T03:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:13:01.102+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stalkers'/><title type='text'>We were chased again!</title><content type='html'>We saw the guy that chased us again! &lt;a href="http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-love.html"&gt;This guy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(check &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two sexists&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw us from a distance and he wanted to talk to us. Valery asked if I knew him, but I didn't and she didn't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran around the corner and hid behind a motorbike. The guy didn't even see us and walked right by us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how dumb men are. We have better hide &amp;amp; seek skills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-7117569776187846122?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/7117569776187846122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=7117569776187846122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7117569776187846122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7117569776187846122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-were-chased-again.html' title='We were chased again!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-1369618517302026181</id><published>2008-08-12T02:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T02:12:00.891+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><title type='text'>Boobs</title><content type='html'>I was walking around a park, collecting signatures for an animal rights petition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I passed this bench, a guy kept looking at my boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him to follow me because I wanted to talk to him. I went to a passage way and asked him in a friendly way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you keep looking at my boobs?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't sure if I liked him or not, so he was thinking about telling the truth or lying. I smiled and asked if he liked my boobs. He said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked him in the nuts with my knee and left. The sexist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-1369618517302026181?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/1369618517302026181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=1369618517302026181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/1369618517302026181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/1369618517302026181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/boobs.html' title='Boobs'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-4562865059077384951</id><published>2008-08-11T23:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:46:20.324+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><title type='text'>The cheating teacher</title><content type='html'>Brooke saw the teacher that's dating a student in a lunch restaurant. She had to wait for our order so he could just try seducing her all the time. He started talking about what little he knew about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;It was pathetic. He just kept trying to get me to like him somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she had her order she came outside to me. She told me what happened and we could see him talking to another young girl inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a plan to get information. Brooke took a walk around the block and Valery would somehow find out what she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher sat down and started talking to the young girl. It was apparent they met for the first time. He touched her arm a few times and he leaned back to show his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to like it all but she left and he got a phone call. He called the caller 'sweetie' and he said they would meet the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides dating a student, the teacher is going around seducing people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-4562865059077384951?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/4562865059077384951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=4562865059077384951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4562865059077384951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4562865059077384951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/cheating-teacher.html' title='The cheating teacher'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-3909319071589831942</id><published>2008-08-10T20:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:25:27.262+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><title type='text'>We 'broke' something expensive!</title><content type='html'>We were invited to a fashion show. Before the show started, someone gave us a tour. We saw an expensive new dress that was going to be the highlight of the show. It cost something like 5000, but it didn't look that special and what we did with it was an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tour we could talk to some of the models, and the 'tour guide' left us (we didn't believe that was his job there, but we wanted to see backstage so we pretended to believe him). The models weren't that emancipated, so we left quite soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find our way back! We backtracked our way and ended up with that showpiece dress. Nobody was around, so we touched it. We checked out the inside of the dress, then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; Brooke pushed the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; Valery did it! One time she broke my porcelain cat so she broke this dress too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clothing standard fell, and the dress fell on some incense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadn't seen the incense, so we didn't hurry to get the dress back up. Then there was this smell... the dress was plastic-y and a small hole was burned in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know what to do! We thought: hide the dress or sneak out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were smart and sneaked out to the foyer. We saw the show, but we never saw that dress again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-3909319071589831942?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/3909319071589831942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=3909319071589831942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3909319071589831942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3909319071589831942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-broke-something-expensive.html' title='We &apos;broke&apos; something expensive!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-8842920809013912278</id><published>2008-08-09T18:23:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:12:45.270+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things we want to know but never will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ex lovers'/><title type='text'>A big fight at a wedding</title><content type='html'>Something dumb, crazy and sad happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a friend's wedding. We didn't know her that well, but well enough to be invited. Everyone was dancing after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy tried to talk to the bride all the time. She told us he was her ex. He wanted her back and she didn't want to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dumb &lt;/span&gt;Why do people invite their exes to their wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Crazy&lt;/span&gt; Suddenly (we missed a part) people started fighting. It wasn't just the ex, but also people who had nothing to do with the incident were fighting completely different people! So it looked like there were many separate fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know many people there so we didn't know who to hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; Just kidding, we didn't want to fight at all, we just stood back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It must've been a very sad day for the ex. The love of his life marries someone else forever and he had to see her be happy with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; Luckily I always get who I want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-8842920809013912278?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/8842920809013912278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=8842920809013912278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/8842920809013912278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/8842920809013912278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-fight-at-wedding.html' title='A big fight at a wedding'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-8842753761008782201</id><published>2008-08-09T17:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:08:32.453+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teasing'/><title type='text'>Messing up men</title><content type='html'>We found a new way to tease men. Ask them these questions in this order. What they answer doesn't matter that much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a woman do you want to have children with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you liked me enough, would you want children with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get to know me better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do that now! I'm pregnant. And you are... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they get crazy and they always believe you're pregnant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-8842753761008782201?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/8842753761008782201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=8842753761008782201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/8842753761008782201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/8842753761008782201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/messing-up-men.html' title='Messing up men'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-7165628083661815025</id><published>2008-08-08T20:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:10:07.295+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things we want to know but never will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seducers'/><title type='text'>The guy we'll never get to know</title><content type='html'>Someone we like was thrown out because of  a sleazy sleaze sleaze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a nice guy and smiled at him so he noticed us. He came to talk to us and he was really nice. We talked about each other and he was confident and has an unique look at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were talking about a model Valery emancipated, this slick guy came and just stood between us and the guy. He asked us dumb questions like 'Do you want to be a model?' and 'Do you like it here?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After showing him a couple of times we weren't interested, he showed us his car keys! He even told the guy 'Now you show them your car keys!' He said 'You have a big car. At least I have nothing to compensate for!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so loud! The bad guy left in anger and we were glad he was gone. We asked the good guy to tell us more about his life and it was quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the creepy guy came back, this time with 2 bouncers. He said 'This is him', they grabbed his arms and threw him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told the bouncers what happened, but they wouldn't let him back in. Apparently the sleazy guy was some fashion celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we'll never get to know the nice guy better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-7165628083661815025?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/7165628083661815025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=7165628083661815025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7165628083661815025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7165628083661815025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/guy-well-never-get-to-know.html' title='The guy we&apos;ll never get to know'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-7416861206357749194</id><published>2008-08-07T04:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:45:55.504+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teasing'/><title type='text'>Out teasing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we were out teasing people. We just say the same thing to everyone, it's so good it drives them crazy! This is one way we tease people, we did it yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You are not bad looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;... you seem smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm smart? What have I done that is smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You just look like you're smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you said I already look beautiful. Or did you mean my personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know what I'm like? You don't even know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get to know me better too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? You don't even know me! So you're not so specific in who you talk to. Don't you have any friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have many friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are they? [point next to them to an imaginary friend] Is this your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here they usually get uncomfortable and try to be funny to hide it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, this is my friend, and here is another friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you are crazy? Did you escape from the mental institution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what he says next, just laugh and walk away. Sometimes they come after you to seduce you, but that's just laughable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll easily see them getting insecure. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their answers are somewhat different every time, but it's still easy to improvise. Try it yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-7416861206357749194?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/7416861206357749194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=7416861206357749194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7416861206357749194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/7416861206357749194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/out-teasing.html' title='Out teasing'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-3001304906817107105</id><published>2008-08-07T02:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T02:28:00.355+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things we want to know but never will'/><title type='text'>A friend with no name</title><content type='html'>About Brooke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke has this friend. She forgot her name and it's too late to ask for it now. It's embarrassing to her because she keeps running into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has tried so many ways to get to know her name. One time she called another friend who knows her name, but she couldn't describe her accurately enough, so she came up with 10 names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time she tried to introduce another friend to the girl, but she couldn't overhear what they were saying and she never saw the friend who knows her name again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time Brooke sees this person she has to improvise. She can easily just talk to her friend about anything and have a great time, but not knowing someone's name feels strange. Brooke says it's as if you still don't really know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So knowing someone's name is important. If anyone knows how we can get to know her name, let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-3001304906817107105?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/3001304906817107105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=3001304906817107105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3001304906817107105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3001304906817107105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/friend-with-no-name.html' title='A friend with no name'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-4399086786198499749</id><published>2008-08-06T03:45:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:03:22.796+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><title type='text'>I threw water in the wrong person's face!</title><content type='html'>Brooke was in a chique restaurant, when the waiter asked a group to leave because their table had already been reserved. The group had made a reservation too, so they didn't want to leave. But the waiter insisted they left and went to a colleague to discuss how to get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; I arrived and overheard that the waiter was trying to get rid of some guests to make place for some celebrity, who did not have a reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; I had already talked to the group before and they were nice, so we felt we had to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter came back and told the group if they left now they didn't have to pay for their drinks. We could see they didn't feel comfortable anymore. They said they would just finish their drinks and then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter simply said 'No, you have to leave now'. The group started talking loudly about their treatment and the waiter left for his colleague again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came back, Brooke went to the group's table, took one of the drinks and threw it in his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was someone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Brooke was looking we'll never know, but they really didn't look alike. It was another guest! And Brooke wasn't even embarrassed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; It wasn't my fault, all men look alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke just waited for the right person to come back and threw water in his face too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-4399086786198499749?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/4399086786198499749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=4399086786198499749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4399086786198499749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4399086786198499749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-threw-water-in-wrong-persons-face_06.html' title='I threw water in the wrong person&apos;s face!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-1322858810417781313</id><published>2008-08-05T03:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:54:59.811+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Don't drink the wine!</title><content type='html'>Men are sexists. I was out with some friends and their friends to play beach volleyball... on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving, a friend of a friend wanted to ride in the car I came with because he liked me. I didn't like him in that way, so instead of one of my friends making place for him, I said 'OK, and I'll ride in the car you came with'. That was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for the car with another guy. I was thirsty and he only had wine. I didn't want to drink, but they took so long finding the car that I drank the wine. I get almost drunk easily and it being so hot, I got almost drunk very easily. In that state I'm very impressionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid guy got me to pose for him and took pictures of me in my bikini. My friends saw it and thought I liked him! The next day I explained everything and a friend called him for me. He didn't want to delete the pictures and he said his friends liked the pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a loser! Why would you give someone a bad feeling? Brooke cheered me up and I felt good in no time again. Girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-1322858810417781313?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/1322858810417781313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=1322858810417781313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/1322858810417781313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/1322858810417781313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-drink-wine.html' title='Don&apos;t drink the wine!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-828198334320204067</id><published>2008-08-04T01:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:06:04.811+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things we want to know but never will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teasing'/><title type='text'>A conceited 'celebrity'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; It's interesting to see how fame can change people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; I'll remember this for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to find the zoo, so we asked a woman for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm here enjoying myself. Can you just leave me alone please?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought she had psychic problems. She did, actually. As we walked away, she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Every time I'm in a public place people like you harass me. You should be ashamed of yourselves.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said we just wanted to know where the zoo is and would then be on our way. Then she said if we took pictures she'd sue us. We asked why she thought we would do that. She said everyone wanted to take her picture and she didn't want to end up in a gossip magazine. We said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are famous?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got so insulted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; I thought 'What a conceited woman!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said she obviously didn't get it and that we didn't know she was famous, and therefore she couldn't be that famous. She got this angry look on her face and told us if she still saw us in 10 seconds she'd call the police!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would normally leave, but if someone acts like that nobody cares about what they say… so we held strong eye contact for 10 seconds. After that I said to Valery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I guess… she didn't pay her phone bill!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed at her and left without looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; I wish we had her nr so we could call her to laugh at her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; We still don't know what we're supposed to know her from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-828198334320204067?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/828198334320204067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=828198334320204067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/828198334320204067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/828198334320204067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/conceited-celebrity.html' title='A conceited &apos;celebrity&apos;'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-9002563107777309620</id><published>2008-08-01T00:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:55:51.136+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teasing'/><title type='text'>The 21 year old virgin</title><content type='html'>We had lunch outside. We saw a guy sitting alone, so we teased him and asked why he didn't have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he said made it super clear he's still a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't dare to admit it, but anyone could tell. He's 21! I don't think he has ever even kissed anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he was waiting for his friends. We left him alone and started talking about our own lives, but he was desperate to get to know us. We didn't want to leave a fake nr so we just told him we only like other women, which made him even more interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;We should have seen that coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said 'So you are waiting for your friends?' and just kept direct eye contact the entire time, watching him waiting for his friends. He didn't know what to do! He kept glancing at us but didn't dare to look... what a virgin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt; Maybe he should make friends with that seducer guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-9002563107777309620?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/9002563107777309620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=9002563107777309620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/9002563107777309620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/9002563107777309620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/08/21-year-old-virgin.html' title='The 21 year old virgin'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-4898973305451961981</id><published>2008-07-31T01:57:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:59:11.948+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><title type='text'>I emancipated a model!</title><content type='html'>I emancipated a woman today! Brooke and I were eating outside. A woman and a man at the next table were ordering. The woman wanted cheese fondue, but the man said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You may want to order a salad. Cheese is not good for your figure.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did what he wanted and ordered a salad – without cheese. After ordering, she went to the ladies' room. I followed her to talk to her. She said she didn't order the cheese fondue because she's a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to convince her to order the cheese fondue anyway. She came up with excuses like 'He's a photographer', 'It's only once' and 'Models aren't supposed to eat cheese anyway'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just one word. Emancipation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She immediately changed her mind. I taught her a psychological trick she should use if he got angry. When she got back she called the waiter and changed her order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man became red in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used the trick I taught her. He got all quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so good about myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you ever see a sexist treating a woman badly, use this word: Emancipation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-4898973305451961981?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/4898973305451961981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=4898973305451961981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4898973305451961981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/4898973305451961981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-emancipated-model.html' title='I emancipated a model!'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-5047825099291779691</id><published>2008-07-30T23:38:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:00:49.389+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ex lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teasing'/><title type='text'>A day with cheaters and other types of men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; Another fun day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;I have a feeling this summer only gets better and better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;---- What are you doing in that tree?! ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Lisette's apartment to surprise her. She was coming home from her vacation in Miami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;That's when I got the idea to buy flowers. Then I remembered I was supposed to take care of her plants... they were completely dried out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't want her to find out so we planned to buy new plants, but then Lisette came home! What were we going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valery climbed out the window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;Someone was in the tree outside! Can you believe it? He said he was cheating on his girlfriend and she followed him so he was hiding from her. Now he couldn't get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;I distracted Lisette away from the plants and Valery went to the flower store. She made a plan to get in: she called me and said to get Lisette outside and leave the door open. Then we should look in the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan worked, Valery sneaked in behind Lisette's back with the new plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out Lisette knew the guy and knew exactly what he was doing. She was angry! When Lisette came back in, Valery just threw the old plants out the window into the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lisette threw the new plants at the tree guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;---- A friend's ex ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our hang out spot we had to hide from a friend's ex. He is very unreliable and we think he downloads you-know-what all day, so it's good they broke up. We were standing far away from him and heard him say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you can fit through it, it's an exit.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; Luckily we don't know what he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;---- The guys that still want to sleep with us ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we saw a guy with a tennis ball. We happen to know a fun game you can play with a tennis ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stands against a wall and is not allowed to move. Then one person has to throw a tennis ball against the wall - hard - and miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played this game with four guys who obviously wanted to sleep with us. We aimed for their balls! One of them even kept saying 'Throw the ball!' His balls are dysfunctional now. They all pretended it didn't hurt... that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we played this game (wall ball or ball ball if you want to hurt men) more men showed up! We told them to stand in line with the others... the new ones didn't know what was going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; I always throws with my eyes closed, so I hit one of them on the head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all still wanted to sleep with us... how did they think that is going to work? We just ran away when we had enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery&lt;/span&gt; Men are so foolish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;We are better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-5047825099291779691?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/5047825099291779691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=5047825099291779691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/5047825099291779691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/5047825099291779691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-with-cheaters-and-other-types-of.html' title='A day with cheaters and other types of men'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250251263995887404.post-3726681360197077377</id><published>2008-07-28T23:08:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:09:35.739+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stalkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seducers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teasing'/><title type='text'>One crazy summer day</title><content type='html'>We are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;This was one crazy summer day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;We always have sweet summers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our adventures today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;---- The seducer guy ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a park where young people hang out. At night it's a make-out spot where we always have fun nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran into this guy that always hangs out there, trying to seduce women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought ice cream for a little girl as that guy approached us. He started talking to us, not recognizing us from a few days before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;He uses the same lines on everyone AND he doesn't remember people... embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tease him we asked him if he wanted to pay for our ice cream. He didn't have enough money, so we showed him a pile of dog sh!t we saw earlier with 10 euros in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened 20 minutes later. We see him bring ice cream to 2 girls. We walk by the dog sh!t with money and it's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;---- Sneaky teacher ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke saw an arrogant teacher she had in school. He's dating a student and when they find out he's going to get fired. We think about sending a letter to his school because he's unfriendly to anyone not sleeping with him, but we want photo evidence first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;---- Two sexists ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our encounters with interesting people someone came running at us, screaming and waving. We just ran away and hid behind a bench. He didn't see us and walked right by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two guys sat down on the bench and started talking about women. We decided to stay hidden and listen. The things we heard! They were lying about how many women they slept with and they obviously couldn't tell if someone has fake boobs. When they started talking about how dumb women are we just got up and told them they shouldn't date anyone, ever. And that they are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;They were surprised! They hit on us, saying things like 'You don't know what you're missing' - I'm glad I don't even know what I'm missing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so happy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valery &lt;/span&gt;I want an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Brooke &lt;/span&gt;We have the best lives in the world! We have everything! Except lovers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250251263995887404-3726681360197077377?l=valeryes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/feeds/3726681360197077377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1250251263995887404&amp;postID=3726681360197077377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3726681360197077377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250251263995887404/posts/default/3726681360197077377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valeryes.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-love.html' title='One crazy summer day'/><author><name>Valery and Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01655497693901526655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Afkmjk07wKE/S8cwNKkePdI/AAAAAAAAABI/cIsrz8iXWUU/S220/Flair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
