<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 06:25:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>K City :: a comic strip</title><description>Dating stories collected from the nights lived in bars around town, conveniently packaged in comic strip form.</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-7978748539091961578</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T00:25:48.768-06:00</atom:updated><title>douchebag central</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/8277/kcdouchebagcentral.gif" alt="'Holy class ring, this place is douchebag central. I'm going to have to shut my eyes tight not to see any more douchebaggery. Damn it, I can still hear all their douchebag talk. Guess I'll need to cover my ears. Maybe if I don't have to hear or see them I can just have a nice dr... GOOD GOD YOU PEOPLE SMELL LIKE DOUCHEBAGS TOO!'" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-7978748539091961578?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/12/douchebag-central.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-3550512103343681449</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T21:39:43.450-06:00</atom:updated><title>poopyhead</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/7615/kcpoopyhead.gif" alt="'Hi.''Hi.''Can I buy you a drink?'''Can I buy YOU a drink?''Oh wow. I don't usually... well, ok, then. My name is Jake, what's yours?''Oh wow. I don't usually... well, ok, then. My name is Jake, what's yours?''Quite possibly your most immature rejection ever.''Whatever, poopyhead.'" height="512" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-3550512103343681449?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/11/poopyhead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-8121700217352489325</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 22:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T16:14:58.794-06:00</atom:updated><title>question</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/774/kcquestion.gif" alt="Listen, tonight has been great, but before this goes any further I need to ask you an important question. On a scale from 1 to 5, with 1 being 'she's cool and totally already married to someone else' and 5 being 'she's going to wait for you outside my apartment,' how psycho is your ex-girlfriend?" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-8121700217352489325?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/11/question.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-39990792011441417</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T08:37:58.482-06:00</atom:updated><title>survival</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/3115/kcsurvival.gif" alt="'What happened to your arm?''My wh– oh, I chewed it off.''You chewed your arm off.''This guy, he would NOT leave me alone. And i had just seen a nature show about how animals in the wild do that to free themselves from a trap. It was my only way out.''Worst date ever?''sigh... I wish.'" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-39990792011441417?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/11/survival.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-955978655179101925</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 04:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T13:32:07.897-06:00</atom:updated><title>recession</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/4135/kcrecession.gif" alt="'Who, me? I'm kind of in between things right now... Yeah, at this point I'm really taking a break from the whole corporate world, just focusing on finding myself, you know... 2-for-1 night? Looks like you're getting a drink! WHEN WILL THIS RECESSION BE OVER?" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-955978655179101925?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/11/recession.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-9145180887086190535</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 06:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T10:55:27.146-06:00</atom:updated><title>facebook stalker</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/9677/kcfacebookstalker.gif" alt="'I feel like I know from somewhere.' 'Maybe.' 'Are you one Carey's friend?' 'Yes.' 'Were you at her birthday party?' 'Yes. Were you?' 'No.' 'Facebook stalker.'" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-9145180887086190535?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/10/facebook-stalker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-3285750435551267541</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 06:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T01:26:05.623-05:00</atom:updated><title>laundry day</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/2631/kclaundryday.gif" alt="Nice suit. Shut up. Interview? Laundry day." height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-3285750435551267541?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/10/laundry-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-1405198394937578506</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 06:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T01:46:44.558-05:00</atom:updated><title>geometry</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/5954/kcgeometry.gif" alt="Whoa, why the running?''I... had something to tell you!''Oh no here we go.''Our circle of friends has no love triangles because they're all so square!''K, please. Stop.''Come on, give me something about rectangles... quick!" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-1405198394937578506?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/09/geometry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-6567206669818272365</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 02:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T21:18:11.285-05:00</atom:updated><title>letter</title><description>&lt;img src="http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/KC-80s.gif" alt="The deal was, you'd buy me a drink for every 80s song I quoted in my letter breaking up with my ex-boyfriend.' 'Right. That's why the last four drinks were on me.' 'But did you see this part? 'Maybe it's better this way...'' ''...we only hurt each other with the things we wanna say.' 'I'll be damned. 'Careless Whisper?' 'Another martini here, please!'" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-6567206669818272365?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/08/letter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-2753775642252558420</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 03:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T07:59:27.983-05:00</atom:updated><title>eight drinks</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/9500/kceightdrinks.gif" alt="'Can I buy you a drink?' 'No.' 'Why not?' 'You're ugly and annoying.' 'What if I bought you eight drinks? 'That would take care of the 'ugly' issue.' 'So, can I?' 'Not until they invent beer goggles for the ears.'" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-2753775642252558420?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/08/eight-drinks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-6312351291707627756</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-22T09:38:40.467-05:00</atom:updated><title>speaking facebook</title><description>&lt;img src="http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/KC-speakingfacebook.gif" alt="'K is thirsty! K is now listed as single!''What's going on with that girl?''She's speaking Facebook. It'll pass, it always does.''K just took the 'how well do you know B' quiz and the result was 'shut up!''" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-6312351291707627756?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/06/speaking-facebook.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-2560879661367069287</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-08T08:41:12.952-05:00</atom:updated><title>bouquet</title><description>&lt;img src="http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/KC-bouquet.gif" alt="'weren't you supposed to be at a wedding right now?' 'yeah, I just ran away before they -- oh come ON' 'what?' 'there's no one left!' 'I don't want it!'" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-2560879661367069287?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/06/bouquet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-775818033598831060</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-26T07:58:27.922-05:00</atom:updated><title>daily specials</title><description>&lt;img src="http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/KC-dailyspecials.gif" alt="'that was a great long weekend.' 'you said it. I've been gone from work so long I think I've lost track of what day it is. good thing this bar has daily specials.' 'here you go, that will be four dollars.' 'huh, how about that -- tuesday.'" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-775818033598831060?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/05/daily-specials.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-8884289114749597589</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 06:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T09:25:55.167-05:00</atom:updated><title>credit card minimum</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/1349/kccreditcardmin.gif" alt="What's funny? I gave the bartender my card, you know, so I could open a tab, and he says, 'it's a ten dollar minimum on credit cards.' He has no idea who he's dealing with, does he? He has no clue." height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-8884289114749597589?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/04/credit-card-minimum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-6271767028137872298</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 06:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-20T01:12:26.932-05:00</atom:updated><title>prejection</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/9687/kcprejection.gif" alt="Why the long face? Your friend K shot me down before I could say a word. Yeah, that was a pre-emptive rejection. She does that. Does this happen often? Yes. She calls them 'prejections.' It's kind of her thing, prejecting guys. I get it. You got prejected. Please leave." height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-6271767028137872298?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/04/prejection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-6585250892856916428</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 17:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-29T23:02:33.360-05:00</atom:updated><title>milf</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6426/kcmilf.gif" alt="look who's here. it's your milf. actually, i don't call her that anymore? no, for real? what happened? well... ohmygod. she's a mif now, isn't she? you dog you." height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-6585250892856916428?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/03/milf.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-15428250401236307</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T22:18:11.702-05:00</atom:updated><title>better stories</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/3231/kcbetterstories.gif" alt="you're my friend. right. so you, of all people, know how smart, fun, and so on... i am. so you should be telling me to be more picky about the guys i date. No, girls with low standards make for much better stories. Cartoonists make the worst friends." height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-15428250401236307?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/03/better-stories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-5618649131866832394</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-14T12:48:33.453-05:00</atom:updated><title>ipod shuffle</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/1016/kcshuffle.gif" alt="so that's what happened? yeah. well, i told you so.&lt;br /&gt;remember when you were saying she was like all the women in your life were an ipod, and she was an ipod shuffle? i thought it made me sound romantic. i thought it made her sound bipolar. yeah, you called it." height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-5618649131866832394?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/03/ipod-shuffle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-2393417478423599514</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-10T00:57:09.304-05:00</atom:updated><title>pickup line</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/3194/kcpickupline.gif" alt="So... did it hurt when you fell from the sky? A pick-up line? A PICK-UP FRIGGIN' LINE? You're cute, though. Start over: Hi. Hi. MUCH better." height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-2393417478423599514?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/03/pickup-line.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-2985549768958382006</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T22:49:37.215-06:00</atom:updated><title>reflexes</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/5897/kcreflexes.gif" alt="'Yeah, he left a few messages, but I don't think I'll return them. I don't think you'll have to, he's walking through the door right now...... Just testing your reflexes. Pretty good after five vodkas.'" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-2985549768958382006?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/11/reflexes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-5952015775569647038</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-08T23:33:11.303-06:00</atom:updated><title>black belt</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img398.imageshack.us/img398/722/kcblackbeltct0.gif" alt="Did I tell you my sister is now an orange belt in karate? Big deal. My ex-girlfriend Lizzie is a black belt in taekwondo. Wow. Was she a black belt when you two were dating? Are you kidding me? Can you imagine trying to break up with a black belt in anything? So, did you tell her how you feel? Yes. And how did she react? Pretty well." height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-5952015775569647038?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/02/black-belt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-7633521293623961736</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-04T00:08:22.688-06:00</atom:updated><title>trout</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img238.imageshack.us/img238/1415/kctroutuf9.gif" alt="Chicks dig me. And when they don't, it's like they say, 'there's plenty of fish in the sea.' And I don't want to make out with a trout, you know what I'm saying? LOL. Trout is a freshwater fish. There's plenty of fish in the sea." height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-7633521293623961736?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/02/trout.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-8372065648221690209</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-25T17:49:40.254-06:00</atom:updated><title>santa claus is not real</title><description>&lt;img src="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/8818/kcsantaclausisntrealai1.gif" alt="I still remember perfectly the day my parents told me Santa Claus wasn't real. I wasn't mad. All I wanted to know was whether I'd still get the presents I asked for. So you don't care this chick's boobs are obviously fake? That's what I'm trying to tell you. Now can you please get out of my Facebook?" height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-8372065648221690209?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2009/01/santa-claus-is-not-real.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-2394078140294662108</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T18:25:54.805-06:00</atom:updated><title>julie</title><description>&lt;img src="http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/KC-julie.gif" alt="Uh oh, here comes Julie. Don't say anything funny --Why? Is she the one with the annoying laugh? --Ohmygod, it's like I'm walking into a comic strip! Heeeheeehahaha! --What do we talk about? Cancer? Religion? Politics? --Politics. But you start sounding anything like The Daily Show and I swear I'm leaving." height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-2394078140294662108?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2008/12/julie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21111854.post-6156970490513463553</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T18:25:11.170-06:00</atom:updated><title>breakfast</title><description>&lt;img src="http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/KC-breakfast.gif" alt="K and B have breakfast: This is some good bacon -- whoa. You're wearing cologne? --I, uh, uhhh... --And you're never this dressed up for work! --I have a dentist appointment at 10. --The dental assistant?! B, you're shameless." height="270" width="768"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21111854-6156970490513463553?l=www.brunopieroni.com%2Fkcity%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.brunopieroni.com/kcity/2008/12/breakfast.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bruno)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>