<?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-3680482</id><updated>2012-01-21T13:01:35.083+08:00</updated><category term='incompetence'/><category term='speed'/><category term='fire'/><category term='smoke'/><category term='judges'/><category term='power'/><category term='tournament'/><category term='finale'/><category term='martial arts'/><category term='choke'/><category term='beef'/><category term='24'/><category term='style'/><title type='text'>The Beef Files</title><subtitle type='html'>All your beef are belong to us</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-6083426295058977908</id><published>2012-01-21T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:01:35.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef File #136</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ_QFQ3YW5E/TxpGoXV6D5I/AAAAAAAABhA/cBk0iY_tljM/s1600/adobejackie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ_QFQ3YW5E/TxpGoXV6D5I/AAAAAAAABhA/cBk0iY_tljM/s320/adobejackie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-6083426295058977908?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/6083426295058977908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2012/01/beef-file-136.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/6083426295058977908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/6083426295058977908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2012/01/beef-file-136.html' title='Beef File #136'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ_QFQ3YW5E/TxpGoXV6D5I/AAAAAAAABhA/cBk0iY_tljM/s72-c/adobejackie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-8819846517914651223</id><published>2012-01-19T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:38:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef File #135</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3JECAlwD4A/Txgq1ZyVZII/AAAAAAAABg4/opvuJ630XXo/s1600/13389142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3JECAlwD4A/Txgq1ZyVZII/AAAAAAAABg4/opvuJ630XXo/s320/13389142.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-8819846517914651223?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8819846517914651223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2012/01/beef-file-135.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/8819846517914651223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/8819846517914651223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2012/01/beef-file-135.html' title='Beef File #135'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3JECAlwD4A/Txgq1ZyVZII/AAAAAAAABg4/opvuJ630XXo/s72-c/13389142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-3147487614458622334</id><published>2011-12-01T08:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T23:02:41.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef File #134 : Stupid Auto-Flushing Toilets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Author: reub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Auto-Flushing Toilet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please crawl into whatever hole you came from and just DIE you stupid piece of useless junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/movezig2101/goldman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/movezig2101/goldman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;VERDICT: I LOOK SO MUCH LIKE ANTHONY BORDAINE IT'S CRAZY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-3147487614458622334?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/3147487614458622334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/12/beef-file-134-stupid-auto-flushing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/3147487614458622334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/3147487614458622334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/12/beef-file-134-stupid-auto-flushing.html' title='Beef File #134 : Stupid Auto-Flushing Toilets'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-2786019942084508426</id><published>2011-11-28T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:56:14.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef File #133: BAD BREATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Author: anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to smoke, that's fine, but please EAT SOME MINTS before talking to me. K thanks bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/movezig2101/matt.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/movezig2101/matt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;VERDICT: RACIST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-2786019942084508426?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2786019942084508426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/11/beef-file-133-bad-breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/2786019942084508426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/2786019942084508426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/11/beef-file-133-bad-breath.html' title='Beef File #133: BAD BREATH'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-1701422464492370414</id><published>2011-11-15T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:23:00.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #132: Discriminated in Singapore because I'm not "Chinese" enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Author: roob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been &lt;a href="http://wherexwerexwe.blogspot.com/2011/11/looking-for-place-in-singapore.html" target="_blank"&gt;looking for an apartment in Singapore&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and found a nice advertisement online for a room that matched my requirements quite nicely. &amp;nbsp;The ad said something like "chinese only" so anticipating this, I told the agent that I am half-Chinese, speak basic Mandarin, and have lived in China for one year. &amp;nbsp;The agent flat-out told me though that "the owner still prefer Chinese." &amp;nbsp;I called her and she tested my chinese ability with some simple questions and I replied promptly and proved to her I can still chingchong. &amp;nbsp;Later though she texted again and said, "the owner insist on Chinese only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;王八蛋！！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/movezig2101/matt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/movezig2101/matt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;VERDICT: RACIST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-1701422464492370414?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1701422464492370414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/11/beef-story-132-discriminated-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/1701422464492370414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/1701422464492370414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/11/beef-story-132-discriminated-in.html' title='Beef Story #132: Discriminated in Singapore because I&apos;m not &quot;Chinese&quot; enough'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-8110530480806732783</id><published>2011-11-01T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:54:05.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martial arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tournament'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Beef Story #131 : Martial Beef</title><content type='html'>Author: anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago I started taking martial arts classes and i joined a tournament the first year.&amp;nbsp; I trained pretty hard for it. &amp;nbsp;I knew my advantage was speed and stamina, so my plan was exhaust my opponent by running around all over the place and picking them apart.&amp;nbsp; The weapons of choice were padded sticks but wore a big metal helmet to protect our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time came for my first fight and I was up against a larger, stronger, opponent. I had faced him before in a sparring match so I was pretty confident about my chances against him. &amp;nbsp;When the ref gave the signal I didn't just begin to fight--I danced. &amp;nbsp;I was all over the place. &amp;nbsp;moving in and striking then quickly moving out of range. &amp;nbsp;Sure, he got me sometimes, but for every time he hit me, I hit him back at least 2 or 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the match ended they went to the judges. &amp;nbsp;All three declared my opponent as the winner. &amp;nbsp;What? &amp;nbsp;Unanimous decision? &amp;nbsp;Did I do that poorly? I'd accept a split decision loss, but unanimous?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That didn't make any sense to me considering how dominant I felt during the match.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, maybe it's a fluke and it's just a friendly tournament anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this defeat, I was moved to the loser's bracket, yet I faced a more experienced, skilled, faster opponent.&amp;nbsp; Lucky for me he wasn't in top condition and a little out of shape so I decided to try the same strategy again.&amp;nbsp; I weaved in and out, but so did he and we both got in some good attacks, with both of us making use of the entire ring. &amp;nbsp; We both tried not to waste energy or allowing ourselves to stand there and take punishment. &amp;nbsp;In the end I thought it must've been a great fight (probably one of the best fights of the tournament) that would be hard to call. &amp;nbsp;However, when the judges called it again it was a unanimous victory for my opponent again. &amp;nbsp;What? &amp;nbsp;What the heck was going on? &amp;nbsp;I felt like I performed well yet in both of my matches, none of the three judges gave me any points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disqualified, I sat down in disbelief and watched the rest of the matches, and I&lt;br /&gt;slowly began to understand what was going wrong for me. &amp;nbsp;The judges were giving the matches to the agressor. &amp;nbsp;No matter how much damage the person took, if it looked like they were more agressive, they won the judges' votes. &amp;nbsp;To the judges it looked like I was running away. &amp;nbsp;It didn't matter that I was taking far less damage than my opponents, but my method of darting in, getting in a few quick hits then retreating back to a safe distance, didn't appeal to the judges at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the finalists of my division were my first opponent and another guy who was new to the martial art. &amp;nbsp;Their styles were similar: barge in and use your strength to get in good hits, even at the cost of absorbing a few hits.&amp;nbsp; This works fine in a tournament I guess but in real life if you get hit with one of these sticks that's all it takes to put you out.&amp;nbsp; So I don't get why the tournament was scored in a way that rewards the person who is always attacking and leaving themselves open.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So that's when I said I'm never joining another tournament like this again and I have major beef with the judges.&amp;nbsp; I give credit to my opponents, but in my mind I did not lose to them (at least not unanimously).&amp;nbsp; I blame the judges.&lt;br /&gt;although I've asked to see the original videos of my fight to prove my point, they have never been released to this very day. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/movezig2101/cats.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/movezig2101/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;VERDICT: ALL YOUR SOUR GRAPES ARE BELONG TO US&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-8110530480806732783?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8110530480806732783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/11/beef-story-131-martial-beef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/8110530480806732783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/8110530480806732783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/11/beef-story-131-martial-beef.html' title='Beef Story #131 : Martial Beef'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-1116736501693720718</id><published>2011-10-08T13:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:39:43.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #130: Beefy Plus One</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Author: "anonymous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm getting married and decided to send out an invite on facebook to gauge peoples' interest and in the invite I specifically said NO PLUS-ONE'S OR EXTRA GUESTS without PRIOR CONSENT yet a bunch of people keep posting that they're going to bring guests, most of whom didn't even ask us personally yet. Stuff like, "Cool, I'll bring this girl I picked up at the mall" or "Awesome! &amp;nbsp;I'm bringing my whole family and the inlaws!" &amp;nbsp;or "I'm gonna grab 20 random homeless people and bring them to the reception! &amp;nbsp;Can't wait!" &amp;nbsp;Please people... don't put the bride and groom in an awkward situation.&amp;nbsp; This is BEEFY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/movezig2101/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/movezig2101/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: HOW ARE YOU GENTLEMEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-1116736501693720718?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1116736501693720718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/10/beef-story-129-beefy-plus-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/1116736501693720718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/1116736501693720718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/10/beef-story-129-beefy-plus-one.html' title='Beef Story #130: Beefy Plus One'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-14294193825044084</id><published>2011-09-29T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:30:33.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #129: Smoked Beef Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Author: roobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think if you want to smoke, that's fine. &amp;nbsp;That's your right to do whatever you want with your body, like getting tattoos, drinking alcohol, and listening to Justin Bieber. &amp;nbsp;But I do have a problem with people who smoke in such a way that irritates and annoys the rest of us. &amp;nbsp;For example, some people still choose to smoke while walking around in large crowds, which sucks for everyone behind them because they end up taking in all of the carcinogens that you just blew into the air. &amp;nbsp;Not cool. &amp;nbsp;If you're gonna smoke while you walk, stay away from crowds and don't just blow the smoke up into the air where it will land in the face of the person behind you. &amp;nbsp;Be a responsible smoker, and don't endanger anyone else's lungs but your own. &amp;nbsp;There's a reason most places restrict smoking to the "smoking" areas now--IT'S BECAUSE NORMAL PEOPLE DON'T LIKE THE STENCH OF SMOKE LIKE YOU DO. &amp;nbsp;Is that so hard to understand? &amp;nbsp; HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I WALKED IN FRONT OF YOU AND FARTED? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/movezig2101/steve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i326/movezig2101/steve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: I WOULD LIKE IT VERY MUCH IF YOU WALKED IN FRONT OF ME AND FARTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-14294193825044084?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/14294193825044084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/09/beef-story-129-smoked-beef-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/14294193825044084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/14294193825044084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/09/beef-story-129-smoked-beef-part-2.html' title='Beef Story #129: Smoked Beef Part 2'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-3335934637101703127</id><published>2011-09-27T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:03:58.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #128: Beef at the Opera</title><content type='html'>Author: timp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so i had bought this groupon for 2 tickets for opera under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i asked my friend who also enjoys classical music and such if he would like to go and he agreed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;then i asked this girl who has a bf if they would like to go as a couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;she agreed but didnt buy the tickets right away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i told my friend 'what if u buy another one and u can find a girl to go and i will do the same and make it something of a triple date'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;now he is 26 and very restless for a wife, gf, woman whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so he without hesitation bought one and began his hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he asked this girl who recently started going to the korean service at our church, she is 31 very tall and pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he asked her over facebook... not as a date, just if she would like to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;she did agree and i also asked this girl from our church just as friends if she would like to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and she agreed reluctantly because its opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and the other couple didnt buy the groupon so it was just us 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so i asked him just so we were clear... if it was or wasnt a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so he agrees its not a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i asked if she was clear on that and he said yeah probably, not explicitly but likely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;which i guess was sufficient for me at the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so saturday rolls around and i call him to let him know we are meeting for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and he says ok, can we push the time back or something because i told her i would pick her up at 630&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and then im like................. -______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and im like whatever the thing starts at 730 and 630 is already pushing dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;call her and see what u can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and so we decide to meet at the restaurant at 630 and they are late get there about 720&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;cause she was still getting ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and then we have a nice dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;great food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;good conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the check comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and he PAYS FOR HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and im like -________________________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;well no im more like -___________________-;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ok so shes like no why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and she looks at my "date" because that is what it officially became&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and she says why dont i pay... u are paying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and im thinking like shoot.... do i have to offer to pay for her now? we are just friends it would be awkward for me to pay for her but its awkward for me not to pay for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so im trying to do this quick mental calculation to determine which route would result in the least awkwardness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so shes still confused as to why hes paying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as am i and my 'date'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so hes like... umm yeah for new friendship! welcome to houston and kpc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and at this point i had kinda given up  -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;salvaging any kind of dignity for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so my question is... is there ANY doubt that this was a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;despite his confirmation in the beginning that it wasnt going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he picks her up, buys her dinner, takes her to the opera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh and then his 'date' was like oh i will buy u guys drinks at the opera then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but they only took cash and she had none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so i bought drinks for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;pretty awkward and humiliating on my part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5G1z1HOWnY/SdzFZXVKHnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2Opm26o3gqE/s1600/bauerbeef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5G1z1HOWnY/SdzFZXVKHnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2Opm26o3gqE/s1600/bauerbeef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7184425/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: I ONCE STRANGLED A MAN WITH DENTAL FLOSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-3335934637101703127?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/3335934637101703127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/09/author-timp-so-i-had-bought-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/3335934637101703127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/3335934637101703127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/09/author-timp-so-i-had-bought-this.html' title='Beef Story #128: Beef at the Opera'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5G1z1HOWnY/SdzFZXVKHnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2Opm26o3gqE/s72-c/bauerbeef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-3713713239932393776</id><published>2011-09-01T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T11:03:00.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoke'/><title type='text'>Beef Story #127: Smoked Beef</title><content type='html'>Author: ruy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was awakened at 4am this morning when my flatmates started banging on my door and telling me we need to run for our lives because some jackasses started a fire on the first floor that sent smoke up through the stairwells to all of the floors semi-near the ground level.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, we rushed out, only wearing "&lt;i&gt;pang-bahay&lt;/i&gt;" (for the house) clothes (wife-beater and shorts) while we stood around at a safe distance with other tenants watching firemen spraying down a trashcan.&amp;nbsp; So apparently some idiot was burning something either in the trashcan or too close to it and the trashcan probably had something flammable or explosive inside which caused the humongous fire.&amp;nbsp; Were they burning stuff for the hungry ghost festival?&amp;nbsp; Was it a prank or the work of some deranged arsonist?&amp;nbsp; Either way, whoever did this is an idiot and if I ever find out who did it, they will be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5G1z1HOWnY/SdzFZXVKHnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2Opm26o3gqE/s1600/bauerbeef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5G1z1HOWnY/SdzFZXVKHnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2Opm26o3gqE/s1600/bauerbeef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7184425/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: I FEEL NOTHING ANYMORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-3713713239932393776?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/3713713239932393776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/09/beef-story-127-smoked-beef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/3713713239932393776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/3713713239932393776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2011/09/beef-story-127-smoked-beef.html' title='Beef Story #127: Smoked Beef'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5G1z1HOWnY/SdzFZXVKHnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2Opm26o3gqE/s72-c/bauerbeef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-651737477576543108</id><published>2010-06-26T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T20:45:12.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #126 - Overpriced Star Wars Pancake Molds</title><content type='html'>Author: timp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/TCX1gcvbS8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/a2sWVxqszVI/s1600/img60m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/TCX1gcvbS8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/a2sWVxqszVI/s400/img60m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487061658840550338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/star-wars-pancake-mold/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.williams-sonoma.&lt;wbr&gt;com/products/star-wars-&lt;wbr&gt;pancake-mold/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;$20  for 3???? it should be like 3 for $10! &lt;span style="color: rgb(80, 80, 80); line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;© 2010 Lucasfilm Ltd. &amp;amp; TM. All  Rights Reserved. George lucas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7184425/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7184425_c7fd71cfbd_s.jpg" alt="yoda" width="75" border="0" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: MAY THE BEEF BE WITH YOU...ALWAYS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-651737477576543108?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/651737477576543108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2010/06/beef-story-126-overpriced-star-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/651737477576543108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/651737477576543108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2010/06/beef-story-126-overpriced-star-wars.html' title='Beef Story #126 - Overpriced Star Wars Pancake Molds'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/TCX1gcvbS8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/a2sWVxqszVI/s72-c/img60m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-1482559013262328643</id><published>2010-06-14T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T01:23:50.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beef'/><title type='text'>Beef Story #125: Beef</title><content type='html'>Author: reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beef beef beef beef beef beef beef beef&lt;br /&gt;beef beef beefbeefbeefbeefeebefeefbeefeebeefbeef&lt;br /&gt;beefbeedfbeefbeefbeeffbeeefbeefbeefbeeffbeeefbe&lt;br /&gt;beefdebefwbeeebffbeeeefbeeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/TBUTuIGfqUI/AAAAAAAAA1o/5-Co2rGtk2s/s1600/chick-fil-A-thumb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/TBUTuIGfqUI/AAAAAAAAA1o/5-Co2rGtk2s/s400/chick-fil-A-thumb.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482309804563081538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: BEEFY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-1482559013262328643?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1482559013262328643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2010/06/beef-story-125-beef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/1482559013262328643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/1482559013262328643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2010/06/beef-story-125-beef.html' title='Beef Story #125: Beef'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/TBUTuIGfqUI/AAAAAAAAA1o/5-Co2rGtk2s/s72-c/chick-fil-A-thumb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-2620234598113422448</id><published>2010-06-11T00:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:58:23.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24'/><title type='text'>Beef Story #124: 00:00:04 00:00:03 00:00:02 00:00:01 00:00:00</title><content type='html'>Author: reub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got beef with whoever cancelled 24.  While the final season was pretty standard 24 fare, I enjoyed it, especially the final third of Day 8, aka "Jack goes on a crazed, fury-induced rampage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/TBEWLCvDJtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/l9rIa7IIvO8/s1600/bauer+choke.jpg" title="Don't fight it"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/TBEWLCvDJtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/l9rIa7IIvO8/s400/bauer+choke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481186600455186130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always that Jack would choke Chloe one day.  We just didn't know  when and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pics of Jack choking those closest to him from last season too,  in case you forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SeUbC6v5xII/AAAAAAAAAgM/Lxu9Gf_O0jc/s1600-h/chokingrenee.jpg" title="Don't try to fight it"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SeUbC6v5xII/AAAAAAAAAgM/Lxu9Gf_O0jc/s320/chokingrenee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324691871379342466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SeUbCkUW4_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/soNz4yHqM4w/s1600-h/chokingbill.jpg" title="Don't try to fight it"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SeUbCkUW4_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/soNz4yHqM4w/s320/chokingbill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324691865358230514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SdzFZXVKHnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sAgDKfe4sqo/bauerbeef.jpg" title="If everyone listened to me, the show would be called 12"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 75px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SdzFZXVKHnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sAgDKfe4sqo/bauerbeef.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: I COULD CHOKE YOU WITH A &lt;a href="http://www.allposters.com/-sp/24-Jack-Bauer-Could-Choke-You-with-a-Cordless-Phone-Posters_i3406919_.htm"&gt;CORDLESS PHONE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-2620234598113422448?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2620234598113422448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2010/06/beef-story-124-000004-000003-000002.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/2620234598113422448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/2620234598113422448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2010/06/beef-story-124-000004-000003-000002.html' title='Beef Story #124: 00:00:04 00:00:03 00:00:02 00:00:01 00:00:00'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/TBEWLCvDJtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/l9rIa7IIvO8/s72-c/bauer+choke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-7504439240195970504</id><published>2010-06-08T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:48:24.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #123: Racism in Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author&lt;/span&gt;: Timp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="z19Dle  zG9tqc" id="col-z13pwvoz5lv0xb4bp04cjhx4ytzvtvrjo3c"&gt;&lt;span class="zo"&gt;its  what happens when u live in spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="HgYomf"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" class="TmUm9d"&gt;&lt;span class="MRTmId"&gt;I just had  one of the strangest encounters with a customer. while prepping her box for shipment she asked: have u noticed a lot of  black people in here lately? i was a bit confused by this but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" class="QGJaM Ig Uqtsze"&gt;I just had one of the  strangest encounters with a customer.&lt;br /&gt;while prepping her box for  shipment she asked: have u noticed a lot of black people in here lately?  i was a bit confused by this but answered no maam not more than usual i  think&lt;br /&gt;she says seems like everytime i come in there are black people  here...&lt;br /&gt;i shrug my shoulders and kinda dismiss it. then as shes  walking out, she turns and says be careful...those people didnt seem to  be reputable if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im flattered by her  care, but appalled by her blatant racism and apparent lack of awareness  of anything wrong with it. more surprised by her openness with it than  the racism itself. i believe this is the same lady that asked me last  year during the holidays...you people do celebrate christmas don't u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant  wait until friday, i gotta start getting used to waking up early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183745/" title="Zooomr Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183745_17986883fc_o.jpg" alt="jordan" height="100" width="74" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: MY PEOPLE TAKE OFFENSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-7504439240195970504?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/7504439240195970504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2010/06/beef-story-123-racism-in-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/7504439240195970504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/7504439240195970504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2010/06/beef-story-123-racism-in-spring.html' title='Beef Story #123: Racism in Spring'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-5039634943447712415</id><published>2009-09-29T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:27:48.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #122</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author&lt;/span&gt;: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got beef with pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raw pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e3/LifeCycle_cdc.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 501px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e3/LifeCycle_cdc.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183751/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183751_ae25af28be_s.jpg" alt="matt" border="0" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: I CAN PROTECT YOU FROM SHAWN KEMP AND CHUPACABRAS, BUT ONLY YOU CAN PROTECT YOURSELF FROM UNCOOKED PORK PRODUCTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-5039634943447712415?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/5039634943447712415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/09/beef-story-122.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/5039634943447712415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/5039634943447712415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/09/beef-story-122.html' title='Beef Story #122'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-8791095122320623284</id><published>2009-09-26T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:05:10.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #121: About Making Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author&lt;/span&gt;: CatherineMatherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sup sup? just wanted to share a beefy story about a mutual friend who will remain unnamed who just had a baby and is a peds resident in H-town. I was scheduled to fly to Houston to take one of my licensing exams on monday sept 21 and since i had a few hours of free time on sunday afternoon, i told our mutual friend that i would love to swing by and see the new baby and of course he said that would be fine, we'd love to see you too. so then i packed up a nice baby gift and hand-carried it all the way to houston and then texted our friend in his native japanese that "moshi moshi, watashi wa in houston" and asked if it was still ok for me to swing by. well, i didn't hear back so an hour later i called and left a voicemail but did not get any response. later that evening, around 11pm i got a text saying that he was just leaving the hospital and didn't get my messages till then, to which i replied that i asked my aunt to leave the baby gift with pastor e next sunday and then followed that up with, "you know this is going in the beef files" which was met with the classic response, "shoot man shoot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183722/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183722_0d399224ba_s.jpg" alt="catherine" border="0" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: I can't believe all you people are making babies now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-8791095122320623284?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8791095122320623284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/09/beef-story-121-about-making-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/8791095122320623284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/8791095122320623284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/09/beef-story-121-about-making-babies.html' title='Beef Story #121: About Making Babies'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-2631535471877045982</id><published>2009-08-21T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:48:02.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #120</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author&lt;/span&gt;: reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use headphones.&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to hear your crappy music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...especially on an airplane.  People are trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183757/" title="what you say"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183757_z686960613_t.jpg" alt="operator" height="100" width="70" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: &lt;/span&gt;And don't take pictures with the flash on inside of an airplane when the cabin lights have dimmed either. What was so special about your seat or the seat in front of you that you needed to take 40 pictures of it in the dark? Use common sense, people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-2631535471877045982?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2631535471877045982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/09/beef-story-120.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/2631535471877045982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/2631535471877045982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/09/beef-story-120.html' title='Beef Story #120'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-7785730394914342985</id><published>2009-06-16T13:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:26:37.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #119: Upstanding Los Angeles Citizens Partake in Post-NBA-Finals Festivities</title><content type='html'>Author: Owner of the car in the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Sport/Pix/pictures/2009/6/15/1245051338595/Los-Angeles-Lakers-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 276px;" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Sport/Pix/pictures/2009/6/15/1245051338595/Los-Angeles-Lakers-001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture says it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183765/" title="the franchise"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183765_bc33db2178_s.jpg" alt="steve" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VERDICT: I ONCE DUNKED ON THE WHOLE LAKERS TEAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-7785730394914342985?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/7785730394914342985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/06/beef-story-119-upstanding-los-angeles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/7785730394914342985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/7785730394914342985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/06/beef-story-119-upstanding-los-angeles.html' title='Beef Story #119: Upstanding Los Angeles Citizens Partake in Post-NBA-Finals Festivities'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-2045626354378116273</id><published>2009-05-06T09:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:41:03.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #118: And then a hero comes along</title><content type='html'>Author: Peter Petrelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have beef with all the "fans" who gave up on Heroes.  You missed out on a great season 3 finale.  If I still had my time travel and teleportation ability I would hunt you all down, tape your eyes open and make you watch every single freaking episode over and over again.  Even season 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183765/" title="the franchise"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183765_bc33db2178_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="steve" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VERDICT: THEY GAVE UP ON HEROES LIKE HOUSTON GAVE UP ON ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-2045626354378116273?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2045626354378116273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/05/beef-story-118-and-then-hero-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/2045626354378116273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/2045626354378116273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/05/beef-story-118-and-then-hero-comes.html' title='Beef Story #118: And then a hero comes along'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-8606123228363378690</id><published>2009-04-27T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:15:39.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story#117: Old dudes who act like they own the place</title><content type='html'>Author: reub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in line at the grocery store with a ton of stuff, so I had to place the baskets on the floor and nudge them periodically towards the cashier as the line slowly moved forward.  During one such time, I looked down at my groceries and then when I looked back up, this old guy was sort of sliding into the small gap in front of me.  He turned and looked at me to see if I saw him so blatantly cut in line, then turned away and hoped I wouldn't notice that an old, smelly guy just magically appeared in front of me.  He's lucky I would have felt guilty for punching an old man in the face...even if he deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183750/" title="the busdriver"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183750_9ac764220f_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="lenny" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VERDICT: BE A MAN.  DO THE RIGHT THING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-8606123228363378690?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8606123228363378690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story117-old-dudes-who-act-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/8606123228363378690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/8606123228363378690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story117-old-dudes-who-act-like.html' title='Beef Story#117: Old dudes who act like they own the place'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-6340867946822079597</id><published>2009-04-18T09:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:12:07.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #116: It hurts when I pee and I don't know why</title><content type='html'>Author: &lt;a href="http://www.kottke.org/09/04/it-hurts-when-i-pee#"&gt;somebody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOooOOOOooooo!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SekoYHrb3HI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GZk0gitbPHc/s1600-h/pee-electric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SekoYHrb3HI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GZk0gitbPHc/s400/pee-electric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325832429185522802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183745/" title="bow before me mortals"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183745_e6c6c5b929_s.jpg" alt="jordan" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: Man, that is MESSED UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-6340867946822079597?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/6340867946822079597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-116-it-hurts-when-i-pee-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/6340867946822079597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/6340867946822079597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-116-it-hurts-when-i-pee-and.html' title='Beef Story #116: It hurts when I pee and I don&apos;t know why'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SekoYHrb3HI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GZk0gitbPHc/s72-c/pee-electric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-2830250123939577295</id><published>2009-04-15T17:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:42:21.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #115</title><content type='html'>Author: rajan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a beef against manufactured beef stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183758/" title="I totally agree"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183758_cb7e51f565_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="reub" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VERDICT: TOO BAD NONE OF THESE STORIES ARE MANUFACTURED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-2830250123939577295?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2830250123939577295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-115.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/2830250123939577295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/2830250123939577295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-115.html' title='Beef Story #115'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-2365138374881576608</id><published>2009-04-15T07:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:36:38.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #114: Getting Choked By Jack Bauer</title><content type='html'>Authors: Renee Walker and Bill Buchanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how long you've known Jack or how close you think you are to him--he WILL choke you if he thinks its vital to national security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SeUbC6v5xII/AAAAAAAAAgM/Lxu9Gf_O0jc/s1600-h/chokingrenee.jpg" title="Don't try to fight it"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SeUbC6v5xII/AAAAAAAAAgM/Lxu9Gf_O0jc/s320/chokingrenee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324691871379342466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SeUbCkUW4_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/soNz4yHqM4w/s1600-h/chokingbill.jpg" title="Don't try to fight it"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SeUbCkUW4_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/soNz4yHqM4w/s320/chokingbill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324691865358230514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SdzFZXVKHnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sAgDKfe4sqo/bauerbeef.jpg" title="If everyone listened to me, the show would be called 12"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 75px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SdzFZXVKHnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sAgDKfe4sqo/bauerbeef.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: YOU ARE WEAK.  YOU WILL NOT DO WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE IN THE FACE OF EVIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-2365138374881576608?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2365138374881576608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-114-getting-choked-by-jack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/2365138374881576608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/2365138374881576608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-114-getting-choked-by-jack.html' title='Beef Story #114: Getting Choked By Jack Bauer'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SeUbC6v5xII/AAAAAAAAAgM/Lxu9Gf_O0jc/s72-c/chokingrenee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-8664376265598382959</id><published>2009-04-11T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:25:40.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #113: Wake Up America! - Look at your cellphone!</title><content type='html'>Author: J Krause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are being screwed and you probably don't even know it. You were taught that you live in the land of the free, right? Do you believe it? If you do, you're wrong. At least when it comes to cellphones. Ever since cellphones were invented, Americans have had some of the worst cellphones in the world. Everytime a "new" cellphone comes out, you think "Wow! Look at what you can do on a phone these days." In fact, what you don't know is that the "new phone" that just came out is over a year old. It's just that you were not allowed to see it. Why not? Because the cellphone companies were not finished selling you their old models. They want to sell you old technology as long as they can before they let you see what's next. Does the rest of the world do this? No. They are not dumb enough to fall for it. The rest of the world gets the new phones as soon as they come out. But here in the US, we rarely look at how people live in other countries. You'd be surprised to see that they live better than you do. Did you know that in Japan and Korea they've had color, high resolution, cable tv on their phones for years and years? You'll be lucky to be "allowed" to buy one of those phones in 2012. I bet it's more like 2015 when you'll be granted that priveladge. Did you know in Japan they had large color screens in Japan and Korea while we were still in high school? (Late 1990's)? We had ugly black and white screens in the US. How is it possible that in the USA we are getting the shaft? because we let the cellphone companies control what is allowed to be sold in our country. Before one of the nice phones from Asia is allowed to be sold in the USA, the cell phone companies DEMAND that the manufacturer take away funcitons, abilities and software that is free in other countries. It's normal for a phone in asia to have Wifi, Bluetooth, internet software, mp3, maybe some video playing, connecting to your computer to let your computer run off your phones internet, etc. The cellphone comanies damaand that most of it is disabled so they can "sell it to you" as an extra feature or as a extra montly charge. Speaking of extra charges, in most countries, in comming calls and text messages are free. You only pay for what you do. How can you control who calls u and who texts you? You can't. Other countries understand this. In America, we understand we can make more money by making both parties pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need proof? HTC is a wondreful up and comming cellphone company. Look at their website. Look and see whatt phones are for sale in the USA, then look at the Taiwan site or the UK site. In the USA we have the touch pro. In Taiwan we have the Touch Pro2. In the USA we have the Touch Diamond. In Taiwan or the UK we have the Touch Diamond2. You won't see those phones in the USA until they are disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop letting the cellphone companies control your life! Don't buy their phones. Don't buy from them if you can. I don't even want to get in to the fact that the US is only of the only countries that LOCKS a phone before they sell it. Would u buy a house if they lock it and don't give u the key? No! Then don't buy a locked phone. In other countries any phone works with any company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write your senator and ask them to stop cellphone companies from limiting your freedom and ruining products before they're even sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7184425/" title="yo DA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7184425_c7fd71cfbd_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="yoda" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VERDICT: I SENSE MUCH BEEF IN YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-8664376265598382959?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8664376265598382959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-112-wake-up-america-look-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/8664376265598382959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/8664376265598382959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-112-wake-up-america-look-at.html' title='Beef Story #113: Wake Up America! - Look at your cellphone!'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-4666126995706271205</id><published>2009-04-08T09:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:55:59.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #112</title><content type='html'>Author: FBI Agent Larry Moss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got major beef with Jack Bauer.  We had a conversation today that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Look at yourself.  You have lost everyone and everything you ever had by doing what you think is necessary.  I won't let you do it to her, Bauer.  Renee will not end up like you!"&lt;br /&gt;(...long pause....)&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "Are you gonna give me your keys or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he stared at me like this for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SdzEIGZEqTI/AAAAAAAAAfc/sLbnl9cuhaI/s1600-h/bauer.jpg" title="24 Season 7 Episode 8"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SdzEIGZEqTI/AAAAAAAAAfc/sLbnl9cuhaI/s320/bauer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322344503078857010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say, it was the most intense thing anyone's ever said to me and also the most uncomfortable 5 seconds of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SdzFZXVKHnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sAgDKfe4sqo/s1600-h/bauerbeef.jpg" title="I WILL NOT HESITATE TO PUT A BULLET IN YOUR BRAIN"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SdzFZXVKHnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sAgDKfe4sqo/s320/bauerbeef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322345899195244146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VERDICT: GIVE ME YOUR CAR KEYS--NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-4666126995706271205?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4666126995706271205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-112.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/4666126995706271205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/4666126995706271205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-112.html' title='Beef Story #112'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Q2Fw4VSO0/SdzEIGZEqTI/AAAAAAAAAfc/sLbnl9cuhaI/s72-c/bauer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-1149884993669181840</id><published>2009-04-07T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:13:39.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #111</title><content type='html'>Author: someone from the internetz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I talk to everybody and nobody at the same time by posting on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;Before Facebook, I used IM to stay in touch with people&lt;br /&gt;Before instant messengers, I emailed friends regularly&lt;br /&gt;Before email, I called people on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Before I had a phone, I talked to people in person&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So I have beef with the internet for making communication both harder and easier at the&lt;br /&gt;same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-1149884993669181840?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1149884993669181840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/1149884993669181840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/1149884993669181840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-111.html' title='Beef Story #111'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-3813634391954163942</id><published>2009-04-01T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:09:00.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #110</title><content type='html'>Author: me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevators in my building suck.  Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The elevators are SLOW.  Not Forrest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt; slow... we're talking Simple Jack slow.  I can leisurely walk up the stairs and still beat the elevator to my floor with time to spare.  I usually spend this extra time by bringing out some sort of time-keeping device and positioning myself in front of the elevator doors.  Once they open, the first thing the passengers see is me staring at my watch, tapping my foot and shaking my head slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The elevators shake like crazy and make loud creaking noises like you're really fat and about to fall through the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. These elevators don't stop on every floor.  I wonder how much money they saved by this little act of absolute cheapness. A couple hundred bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you're on one of the middle floors, there's no way to indicate which direction you're going.  The elevator will open on your floor even if it's going up and you wanted to go down.  You can either go inside and endure the guaranteed prolonged awkwardness with annoyed strangers or just continue waiting longer, risking the chance of missing the elevator if you forget to press the button again...not that it's ever happened to me before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  When more than one floor is pressed.  The elevator follows the order of the buttons pressed.  So if we're starting from the ground floor and someone pushes the button for the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor then I push floor 9, it will go to the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor first, THEN floor 9. Basically it's a mad rush to see who can push their button first and then awkward silence, subdued gloating and icy stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Scenario: You're on the ground floor and there's an elevator on the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor and one on the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor that's already moving.  You call for the elevator and the one from the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; refuses to come down and you have to wait for the farther elevator to come all the way down while the elevator on the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor does absolutely NOTHING.   STUPID STUPID STUPID.  Can someone shoot whoever programmed the logic for this stupid elevator??  Here let me &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/cxrwxq"&gt;google that for them&lt;/a&gt;: http://tinyurl.com/cxrwxq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183751/" title="AIR BULL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="matt" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183751_ae25af28be_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VERDICT:  Take the stairs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-3813634391954163942?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/3813634391954163942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-110.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/3813634391954163942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/3813634391954163942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/04/beef-story-110.html' title='Beef Story #110'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-3738881216576013817</id><published>2009-03-31T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:24:24.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #109</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben's stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop feeding me disgusting sugarless oatmeal for lunch or I'll make you puke at the next important meeting you have to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183744/" title="i love you ani!!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183744_8c723c0013_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="jarjar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VERDICT: MEESA SO HUNGRY ANI!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-3738881216576013817?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/3738881216576013817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/03/beef-story-109.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/3738881216576013817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/3738881216576013817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/03/beef-story-109.html' title='Beef Story #109'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-212267411219745349</id><published>2009-03-29T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:22:38.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #108</title><content type='html'>Author: reub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upstairs neighbors are at it again.  They're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POOING &lt;/span&gt;and singing karaoke.  Every time they lay down a stinker we can smell every little detail down here because of a faulty, leaking pipe.  The pooing--I can understand.   Nature calls.  But it's the late-night karaoke that's beefin' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time they had their late-night karaoke torture session, I called the police and my transformation into the old cranky downstairs neighbor was complete.  About an hour later the karaoke stopped and the police didn't arrive yet so I went to sleep.  Then a half hour later the phone rings....and it's the police. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police: Are you the one who called?  Are your neighbors still making a disturbance??&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh, no.  They stopped nearly an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;Police: Do you want to come down here so you can file a report?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'd like to file a report against the both of you ... but nah, that's okay--I just wanna get some sleep.  I'll get you back later.  Thanks for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Police: You're welcome.   Have a pleasant evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183765/" title="They told me I could be The Franchise again"&gt;&lt;img alt="steve" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183765_bc33db2178_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VERDICT: I'VE GOT NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT THAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-212267411219745349?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/212267411219745349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/03/beef-story-108.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/212267411219745349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/212267411219745349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/03/beef-story-108.html' title='Beef Story #108'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-1534538204216513248</id><published>2009-03-27T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:25:58.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #107</title><content type='html'>Author: Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend was shopping for shoes so I sat down to play some GTA: Chinatown Wars on my DS.  Soon enough, a crowd of little kids gathered around me and wanted to know what I was playing.  How could I break it to the little tikes that I was murdering police officers, stealing cars, and selling drugs?  So actually this beef isn't for me.  I'm filing for the parents of those kids, who are probably wondering why their kids are asking them why powder coke is more expensive then the liquid kind.  Hey, it's just a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183727/" title="tying the knot soon!!!!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183727_9fad259f8c_t.jpg" width="78" height="100" alt="david" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VERDICT: You're an awful human being&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-1534538204216513248?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1534538204216513248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/03/beef-story-107.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/1534538204216513248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/1534538204216513248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/03/beef-story-107.html' title='Beef Story #107'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-3774771563311581701</id><published>2009-03-27T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:27:16.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #106</title><content type='html'>Author: reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just chillin' in my apartment minding my own business when the downstairs neighbors decide to start screaming at each other at the top of their lungs.  Usually most people don't have the lung capacity to sustain such an intense level of yelling and rage for prolonged periods of time but somehow these people just can't seem to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yelling "SHUT YER HOLE!!!!" out the window things seemed to quiet down and we were given a brief respite (probably due to the awkwardness).  However, within the next few minutes the yelling continued.  When I was younger, my friends and I would make so much noise in our apartment that our downstairs neighbors would smack their ceiling with a broomstick to get our attention and potentially shame us into being quiet.  It never really worked.  Now I'm the one with the broomstick and oh how the tables have turned.  Some might say it's karma, justice, or reaping what you sow.  I say it's beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7184425/" title="hrmm??"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7184425_c7fd71cfbd_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="yoda" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VERDICT: BEEFY, THIS IS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-3774771563311581701?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/3774771563311581701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/03/beef-story-106-author-reuben-so-im-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/3774771563311581701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/3774771563311581701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2009/03/beef-story-106-author-reuben-so-im-just.html' title='Beef Story #106'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-112805226849485488</id><published>2005-09-30T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:28:21.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #105</title><content type='html'>Author: Reub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have beef with my downstairs neighbor.  She had the nerve to knock on our apartment door at 4am in the morning to tell me to stop playing the drums!!!  can you believe her??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183748/" title="KONG"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="kong" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183748_e051013721_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VERDICT: BEEFY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-112805226849485488?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/112805226849485488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-beef-with-my-downstairs-neighbor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/112805226849485488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/112805226849485488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-beef-with-my-downstairs-neighbor.html' title='Beef Story #105'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-107332883546743246</id><published>2004-01-06T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:28:05.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #104</title><content type='html'>Author: Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS.  So I was taking a dump and usually I wait for the bathroom to empty out before I leave so I don't have to face the awkwardness of seeing other people in the bathroom.  but then as I'm about to leave I hear someone walking around the bathroom, just loitering.  Then he starts jingling his keys and pacing around my stall.  By now I've realized it's the janitor and he's not leaving until I get out of the stall.  Of course by now I've also been just sitting there for at least 10 minutes waiting for this jerk to leave, but he's still there, standing RIGHT OUTSIDE the stall, jingling his keys, and even LOOKING IN THE STALL??!!!  WHAT THE CRAP!?!!  I'll just crap all over the floor like Sean would.  That'll show him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183765/" title="The Franchise"&gt;&lt;img alt="steve" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183765_bc33db2178_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE VERDICT: THAT'S ASSAULT, BROTHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-107332883546743246?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/107332883546743246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2004/01/beef-story-104-author-anonymous-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/107332883546743246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/107332883546743246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2004/01/beef-story-104-author-anonymous-oh-my.html' title='Beef Story #104'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-106269579751520658</id><published>2003-09-05T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:28:47.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #102</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Beefy Bathroom Story&lt;br /&gt;(proudly presented by MC Hammer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lyrics are hype and dope.&lt;br /&gt;reubs was chilling in a stall on the 8th flo' (floor)&lt;br /&gt;when a sucka wit a problem sits next to him&lt;br /&gt;makin' some loud sounds like a cotton gin&lt;br /&gt;when he finished his bidness (business)&lt;br /&gt;he said "oh my goodness"&lt;br /&gt;and the toilet overflowed into reuben's stall&lt;br /&gt;word to yo mutha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183724/" title="Go Metro!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183724_z099299732_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="choo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: I WORK IN THE SAME BUILDING AS REUBS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-106269579751520658?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/106269579751520658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/09/beef-story-102-author-reuben-beefy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/106269579751520658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/106269579751520658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/09/beef-story-102-author-reuben-beefy.html' title='Beef Story #102'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-95616753</id><published>2003-06-13T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:29:25.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #101</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I apologize... looking over the past few beef files made me realize the quality of beef recently has been.. well...crappy.  And it's my fault since I'm the only one who contributes beef these days.  What happened to all the beef stories about flatulence and bathroom humor?  Well, it's back BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomzen.net/howto_poop.phtml" target="_blank"&gt;Click here for a little background info and definitions before we get started&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at work I'm seated in a very central location; in other words, everybody and their mother can see me at all times--especially if I start to fall asleep or hide under my desk.  Not that I'd do that.  I wish I sat in the corner somewhere next to a window like a certain individual who shall go unnamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order to be a good worker, I started drinking coffee, but it doesn't help anymore (I became immune to it when I drank so much coffee to stay awake in comp360) and my final option is to go into the bathroom and just close my eyes for a minute or two, then return to work.  I found this is really helpful because it forces me to get out of my chair and closing my eyes even for a short time helps reenergize me.  But I digress...the problem with this new strategy, however, is that at almost any given time, there is someone taking a dump in the bathroom.  It really doesn't matter which floor you go to: everyone knows the tactic of going to other floors to use the bathroom to avoid embarassment.  I see this all the time.. people who you've never seen before come to your floor and go straight for the bathroom.  Look for this next time you're at the office, you'll probably see it all the time.  So I guess I'll have to go to Doubletree or Allen Center to use the bathroom from now on.  They have nice bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my point: it's not very relaxing to walk into the bathroom and close your eyes, only to smell the funk of another person's dump, ergo defeating my purpose of going into the bathroom in the first place.  So today I walked into a stall but belatedly noticed the tell-tale tapping of someone's foot and the rustling of the day's newspaper which indicated the presence of an out-of-the-closet pooper.  Realizing that my position had been compromised, I pretended to blow my nose in the stall and then started to leave.  Then I had to fart and I had the most wonderful idea.  My final revenge against this bathroom loiterer was to crudely break the awkward silence by farting as loud as I could.  I held in a laugh and planned to leave the bathroom as soon as possible but as I was about to walk out one of my co-workers entered the bathroom.  Caught off-guard, I walked to the sinks to pretend-wash my hands and my co-worker did so as well (it is common to scout out a bathroom and, seeing someone else in there already, pretend to wash your hands and leave so that you can find another bathroom or walk back to your cubicle where you'll wait until the pooper leaves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got caught up in a conversation with my co-worker, and eventually the pooper finished and exited the stall, and looked straight at me as if to say (so you thought you could just fart and leave without me seeing who it was but now I see you and the upper hand is once again mine--MUH HAHAHAHA) and now he knows that I'm the one who farted.  Oh, how the tables have turned against me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183753/" title="Merry is normal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183753_5882bf5837_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="merry" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: YOU ARE SO WEIRD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-95616753?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/95616753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/06/beef-story-101-author-reuben-ok-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/95616753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/95616753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/06/beef-story-101-author-reuben-ok-i.html' title='Beef Story #101'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-95022088</id><published>2003-05-29T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:29:47.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #100</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, it's the 100th beef file.  You'd think I'd save the 100th beef file for some momentous, gigantic beef story, but no.  Why am I the only one posting beef?  Am I the only one who has beef now-a-days?  I even overhear people I know MISUSE and ABUSE the true meaning of beef.  Maybe the beef files really are dying and now this is just a bunch of complaining and whining from me.  Which is what I kind of intended it to be in the first place so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have beef with SPAM.  Not the good spam that most hardcore flips enjoy, but the evil kind that gets in your email accounts everyday.  All of my email addresses receive tons of spam which must be deleted each day.  Even my old Rice account, which used to be virtually spam-free is now nothing but spam, spam, spam.  And the beefiest part is that Hotmail now provides so-called "junk filters" but when I turn it on it filters out all of my REAL email and puts all of the CRAP email in my inbox.  What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183724/" title="Spam"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183724_z099299732_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="choo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: CHOO CHOO~!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-95022088?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/95022088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/05/beef-story-100-author-reuben-hmmm-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/95022088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/95022088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/05/beef-story-100-author-reuben-hmmm-its.html' title='Beef Story #100'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-94817968</id><published>2003-05-24T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:30:49.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #99</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my newest beef is with electrical plugs that aren't designed to share space with other plugs.  You've probably seen it before--you buy a cool gadget from Best Buy and you go to plug it in only to find out that there's not enough space on any convenient wall outlets since you've already got two surge protectors full of plugs there waiting to explode.  After the difficult task of deciding which appliance/computer component/video game system to unplug, you find out that the plug for your newest toy doesn't fit anywhere unless you remove almost ALL the plugs because the plug is so FREAKIN' HUGE and takes up like a million spaces.  Don't they know that we've got other things to plug into the wall and don't have the space for these huge plugs?  At least Nintendo got it right with the Gamecube because they made the plug normal size and the huge part is far enough away where you don't have to worry about it taking up space.  As for the rest of you electronic companies...GET IT STRAIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183756/" title="Let's get physical!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183756_5e010602b6_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="olen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: THAT'S PRETTY BEEFY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-94817968?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/94817968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/05/beef-story-99-author-reuben-okay-so-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/94817968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/94817968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/05/beef-story-99-author-reuben-okay-so-my.html' title='Beef Story #99'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-93579685</id><published>2003-05-01T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:31:31.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #98</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out... my website's going down soon after I graduate so I gotta find a place to host my website, but I can't find any place that let's you link images from other sites (like blogger) so instead of pictures i get this stupid "Image Hosted by Tripod" crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ruy2003.tripod.com/beef/operator.jpg" alt="What you say!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: IS THIS THE END OF THE BEEF FILES!!???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-93579685?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/93579685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/04/beef-story-98-author-reuben-check-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/93579685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/93579685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/04/beef-story-98-author-reuben-check-this.html' title='Beef Story #98'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-91449438</id><published>2003-03-27T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:48:01.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #97</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben the Unreachable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, this beef file just got erased...oh well, basically it went like this: whenever people called my phone it went directly to my voicemail all the time without my phone ever ringing and I had to go to Cingular (Which I called Suckular for a short period of time until they fixed my phone) to get it fixed except it was still all screwed up so I had to call customer service and they finally fixed the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183757/" title="what you say"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183757_z686960613_t.jpg" width="70" height="100" alt="operator" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WE GET NO SIGNAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-91449438?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/91449438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/03/beef-story-97-author-reuben-unreachable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/91449438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/91449438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/03/beef-story-97-author-reuben-unreachable.html' title='Beef Story #97'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-91114967</id><published>2003-03-21T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:32:43.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #96</title><content type='html'>Author: joyceleepee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is REALLY FUNNY. bECAUSE, the BEEFy person's name sounds just Like BEEF! IN fact, her name is BEEFin', almost like "b-i-t-...in'" but it's "Beefin'" baby! (really spelled bifen, but since i have beef with her, and i didn't know how to spell her name at first, i just assumed "beefin" cause that's just the most logical way to spell it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, apparently she knows Alisi (my sister), and I was eating lunch with my friend, who is friends with Beefin, so that is how I met Beefin and we all were talking like normal. But Beefin finds out I'm sisters with "the poet," and she begins to talk about how she also knows alisa and etc etc which is cool.. and then she says, "wow, but you guys dress totally different..." and i was like yeah, alisa's cooler than me, i like how she dresses... and beefin is talking about how me and alisa did bear some resemblance, but "...she definitely has a different style..." I smile and nod and agree. Blah blah, more talking, "something about alisa, but you definitely dress really conservatively..." Uh huh. okay. "Oh, I love her hair, it's so long and curly, i think she has a perm" (i inform that it is natural and no perm) - "oh, but yeah, i could tell by your face that you guys were sisters, but you and her look totally different - your hair is straight, and doesn't she ahve the cool !&lt;br /&gt;glasses? and yeah, she dresses way more different - she has like a cool spunky style" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i start to realize why her parents name her Beefin, cause they knew she'd be pretty Beefin' BEEFY! hahahaa - well, it doesn't bother me as much that she thinks i dress "badly" or not desirably compared to alisa, because yeah, i like alisa's style, and i just don't care enough i guess to expend energy into my clothing as much unless i'm specificlaly going to a party or something more than just classes, but the thing that made me annoyed was that she was so conscious of outer appearance and knowing that she was making such an assessment out of the clothes i wore and the way my hair looked and i guess probably that i wear no make-up, (since both her and my friend obviously do wear make-up) -but i've never had someone so blatantly and obviously and in my face judge me on my appearance. yeah, so in conclusion, beefin, is, beefy.! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA! I'm glad i got to submit something (though i know that the nature of this beef file IS very girly in content but it was fun to write anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183746/" title="beefin'!"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="joyce" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183746_10daa1b260_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: THAT'S BEEFIN' BEEFY IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-91114967?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/91114967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/03/beef-story-96-author-joyceleepee-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/91114967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/91114967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/03/beef-story-96-author-joyceleepee-this.html' title='Beef Story #96'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-91043931</id><published>2003-03-20T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:41:17.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #95</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I were up at 7am for tennis and it's a long walk to the wiess tennis courts, so we're usually happy to take a Rice shuttle whenever we can.  We saw the shuttle not too far away and then we started running to the bus stop to make sure we could get on.  It looked as if the bus driver was going to slow down; however, we were about two seconds away from reaching the bus stop when the bus speeds up all of a sudden.  We KNOW the driver saw us running.  All I have to say about that is... BEEFY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183724/" title="all aboard!!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183724_z099299732_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="choo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WE WERE TRAINED TO FIND AND FOLLOW THE OTHER BUSES AT ALL COSTS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-91043931?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/91043931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/03/beef-story-95-author-reuben-steve-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/91043931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/91043931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/03/beef-story-95-author-reuben-steve-and-i.html' title='Beef Story #95'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-89197422</id><published>2003-02-17T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:42:02.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #94</title><content type='html'>Author: Jonathan Krause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some major beef. Ohk, there is this weird girl here at Lingnan who is really weird, and she has some kind of indescribable grossness about her that is magnified by her ability to make me feel sick. I've been trying to avoid her, but she likes to talk to Americans and she ends up EVERYWHERE I am. She goes to the same meetings, she sees me around campus, and her dorm room is right by mine; she's even in one of my classes AND she goes to the same church! It was going to be two classes, but I dropped the other class. hehe.. I showed her! She advised me to reconsider! I'll reconsider NOTHING! HAHA But in the other class I have to run out of the room when class ends so I don't have to talk to her, it's like the toilet that Reuben has to deal with. So here is the beef, the church I go to is really far from school and this family offers to drive people in their car from our school, which saves me lots of bus and MTR fees. I said I'd go in their car this week. I've gone a few times and it is usually not too bad because a few different students come with us. But guess and who ends up coming this week?!! JUST ME AND HER!!!!!!!!!  No other people to make it easier to avoid talking to her. Usually three people come. AND today turned out to be "compulsory going to lunch with the people" day. So I had to sit by her for lunch. I tried to get out of lunch 3 times.. no doing.. I thought the ride there was bad; I tried to make her talk to the family and I innocently looked out the window. But here's the beef. they said they can't take us back! We have to take the bus! A ONE HOUR BUS! Of course I have to go with her and walk and take the same bus and talk and be all "let's go back to school together", and I can't just IGNORE her and be mean. oh my.. it was terrible.. I pretended to fall asleep on the bus and not talk. it was so long.. beef.. beef I say.. Never offer someone a ride them make them go home with beefy people alone on the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183749/" title="whoa mama that's beefy!!"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="krause" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183749_0b4f38dd42_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: HOLY BEEF, BATMAN!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-89197422?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/89197422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/02/beef-story-94-author-jonathan-krause-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/89197422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/89197422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/02/beef-story-94-author-jonathan-krause-i.html' title='Beef Story #94'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-88554102</id><published>2003-02-05T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:46:59.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #93</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd see the day when I had beef with Best Buy.  Don't get me wrong, I love Best Buy...turn on the fun!!  It's the best store ever...except for the whole rebate thing.  I bought a 100 pack of CD-R's (for backup purposes of course) and it had two rebates so in effect I'd be paying only $9.99 for all those wonderful CD-R's!!!  However, the two rebates must be mailed to different locations and they both require the ORIGINAL UPC code from the spindle.  What the crap?!!  How am I going to send the original upc to two places at once without a cloning device of some sort??  So i guess I'm going to have to settle for only one of the rebates because I wouldn't want to risk having BOTH rebates voided if I were to do something &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt; like cut the upc code in half or (heaven forbid) PHOTOCOPY it.  You haven't heard the last from me Best Buy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183721/" title="main screen turn on"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183721_d7ddf3707f_t.jpg" width="74" height="100" alt="captain" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: FUN TURN ON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-88554102?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/88554102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/02/beef-story-93-author-reuben-i-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/88554102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/88554102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/02/beef-story-93-author-reuben-i-never.html' title='Beef Story #93'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-87924731</id><published>2003-01-24T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:52:41.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #92</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water pressure for the toilet in our room is so powerful that it sprays water everywhere.  This is the nastiest thing i've ever experienced and my roomates and I must suffer through this torture everyday until Steve constructs a rope-and-pulley system that will allow us to flush the toilets from outside the stalls.  Until then, I'll be "flushing and running."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183744/" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183744_8c723c0013_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="jarjar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: YOOSA GOTTA BIG TOILET PROBLEM!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-87924731?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/87924731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/01/beef-story-92-author-reuben-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/87924731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/87924731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2003/01/beef-story-92-author-reuben-water.html' title='Beef Story #92'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-86428554</id><published>2002-12-23T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:53:25.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #91</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us went to watch &lt;i&gt;Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;/i&gt; the other day on friday afternoon, which turned out to be a not-so-good idea because ALL the kids were out at that time watching the movie, too.  The overall enjoyment of the movie was somewhat diminished when kids would clap at every scene (i.e., oooOOooHHH!!! Gandalf!!!! or OoooOOoohHH!!  Legolas!!!!) and then other kids and sometimes adults would tell them to shut up.  This went on constantly during the last third of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183749/" title="Da Bai"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="krause" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183749_0b4f38dd42_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: THAT WAS LORD OF THE RINGS BUNCH OF CROCK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-86428554?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/86428554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/12/beef-story-91-author-reuben-few-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/86428554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/86428554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/12/beef-story-91-author-reuben-few-of-us.html' title='Beef Story #91'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-84676036</id><published>2002-11-18T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:55:31.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #90</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our Esperanza group was trying to get into Minute Maid Park for the dance but we didn't have tickets and those uptight punks from the RPC wouldn't let us in even though there was less than 30 minutes left before the dance would end.  So we ended up dancing outside in the cold.  Freakin' racists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183769/" title="for great justice"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183769_979c0b4d1c_t.jpg" width="99" height="100" alt="zig" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: THE ROD UP THE RPC'S BUTT MUST HAVE A ROD UP ITS BUTT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-84676036?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/84676036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/11/beef-story-90-author-reuben-so-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/84676036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/84676036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/11/beef-story-90-author-reuben-so-our.html' title='Beef Story #90'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-84532567</id><published>2002-11-15T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:40:26.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #89</title><content type='html'>Author: Catherine Matherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I would go volunteer at the local hospital as something nice to do for the community as well as a way to confirm or reject my hypothesis that I should apply to med school next year. I called up the volunteer office and they told me to bring in my immunization records as well as my SS ID and my driver's license and that I'd have to take a reading test and go through a volunteer interview. So I called my brother and asked him to email my records and I made sure not to go out of town for the weekend just so I could go in on Monday, Veteran's Day, one of my precious few days off from work. Well, I didn't even get to stick my head in the door when the woman in the volunteer office (who was playing Solitaire when I walked in) asked me what I wanted, and I said that I wanted to volunteer (duh!). She asked me if I was a student, and I said no, but that I was thinking about applying to med school and wanted to get more experience. She said, "I'm sorry, but our next premed orientation session is in February. Come back then." I asked her if there were any other spots open during the evenings or weekends and she said "Do I not look like I'm being truthful? I have 300 people just like you who want to get "exposure". You can't just weasel your way in here without going through the premed orientation like everyone else!" Then she said many other rude things to me before I left. Some "interview"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183722/" title="working is beefy"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="catherine" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183722_0d399224ba_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: BEEFY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-84532567?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/84532567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/11/beef-story-89-author-catherine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/84532567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/84532567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/11/beef-story-89-author-catherine.html' title='Beef Story #89'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-84532408</id><published>2002-11-15T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:38:49.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #88</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE FIRE ALARMS.  The fire alarm in my room kept going off and setting off every alarm in Martel for no reason.  It went off at around 4am and woke up everybody (including people who had a diffe test the next morning) and then it went off again at 10am the next day while I was taking a dump.  Now everyone wants me dead.  This is beefy because I didn't do anything, yet they still cry out for my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183758/" title="shoot man shoot"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="reub" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183758_cb7e51f565_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: LAO TIAN!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-84532408?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/84532408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/11/beef-story-88-author-reuben-i-hate-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/84532408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/84532408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/11/beef-story-88-author-reuben-i-hate-fire.html' title='Beef Story #88'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-82453931</id><published>2002-10-03T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:37:59.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #87</title><content type='html'>Author: Catherine Matherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought this story [I read about the guy who posed as a student at Rice] was about the bus driver. But then I realized that it was about another guy, and the bus driver is still out there posing as a rice student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183724/" title="long walks on the beach..."&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183724_z099299732_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="choo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: CAT LOVE CRABBING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-82453931?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/82453931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/10/beef-story-87-author-catherine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/82453931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/82453931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/10/beef-story-87-author-catherine.html' title='Beef Story #87'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-80657093</id><published>2002-08-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:36:44.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #86</title><content type='html'>Author: Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have beef with a certain movie I will call THE SWEETEST THING...apparently it is just extremely shady and there is nothing sweet about it.  Randy, Kong, and I watched the whole movie expecting it to get better..but in the end it still sucked.  NEVER watch this movie!  I am warning all of you out there that are fooled by the nice picture of 3 sweet looking girls on the cover...DO NOT RENT IT!  Okay..that is all =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183760/" title="shadiness will never prevail"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="ryan" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183760_2e53db23aa_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: THAT'S SO RACIST, I MEAN SHADY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-80657093?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/80657093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/beef-story-86-author-grace-well-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/80657093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/80657093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/beef-story-86-author-grace-well-i-have.html' title='Beef Story #86'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-80200993</id><published>2002-08-14T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:34:00.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #85</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have beef with BLOGGER because their servers are crappy and unreliable.  Also, I've been trying to archive my blogs but their archive stuff doesn't work and so my blogs dissappear, never to be found again after i post too many messages to my blog.  Classic Beef, gone forever!!  okay, not really.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really beefed at BLOGGER because their website only talks about how cool they are and how many people use blogger while i can't find what i'm looking for in the help section and they don't respond to my emails.   So BLOGGER, YOU SUCK.  I don't care if you take down the beef files or my other blog but the world must know YOU ARE BEEFY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183750/" title="i'm working on my iron leg skillz"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="lenny" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183750_9ac764220f_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: MCAT IS BEEFY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-80200993?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/80200993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/beef-story-85-author-reuben-i-have-beef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/80200993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/80200993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/beef-story-85-author-reuben-i-have-beef.html' title='Beef Story #85'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-79974394</id><published>2002-08-08T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:35:27.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #84</title><content type='html'>Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This beef story is to commemorate the one year anniversary of our return from the &lt;a href="http://www.owlnet.rice.edu/%7Eruy/japan.html"&gt;Japan mission trip&lt;/a&gt; last year.  &lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in the airport in Japan getting our luggage checked out, the security people looked at my bag under the x-ray and then started to act concerned all of a sudden.  They took my bag aside and told me to go with them as they inspected the contents of my luggage.  On the x-ray monitor I could see a big shiny metal thing--my yakuza (japanese mafia) sword.  "Oh, great", i thought, "I KNEW they weren't gonna let me take that thing back to America."&lt;br /&gt;So they opened my luggage and said, "What is this??!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That's a sword."&lt;br /&gt;Airport people: "No, not that...THIS."&lt;br /&gt;And at that point they picked up my tambourine and started staring at it. &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uh, that's a tambourine."&lt;br /&gt;Them: "Oh, okay."&lt;br /&gt;Then they put everything back in my bag and let me pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183732/" title="muh hahahah!!"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="eric3" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183732_72ad33ee02_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: SMELL MY FOOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-79974394?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/79974394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/beef-story-84-author-reuben-this-beef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/79974394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/79974394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/beef-story-84-author-reuben-this-beef.html' title='Beef Story #84'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-79773006</id><published>2002-08-03T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:47:32.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compiled Beef (Story #41-83)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #83:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Timp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;first id like to welcome yoda to the beef council, i am eager to see what&lt;br /&gt;kind of great wisdom he will show in the verdicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to the beef: the story of the sexist snow crab leg steamer! except he wasnt&lt;br /&gt;sexist so my mom told me like 5 times that if i get snow crab legs at todai and i want&lt;br /&gt;to get them steamed i just take them up to the lobster man and he'll heat em up&lt;br /&gt;for me so i did and i asked him if he could heat them up for me but he quickly&lt;br /&gt;shook his head no and put up 2 fingers to ward me off and i was severely&lt;br /&gt;disheartened and then my sister went up there and he gladly did and so figured&lt;br /&gt;it was a sexist thing and then her bf went up and he gladly did his so it wasnt&lt;br /&gt;a sexist thing and then i was so beefed i grabbed another plate of them and went&lt;br /&gt;up there and he stood and looked at me with disdain and after he figured out i&lt;br /&gt;wasnt gonna leave he hesitantly took the snow crab legs, beefy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183766/" title="I am timp"&gt;&lt;img alt="timp" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183766_e0683894f2_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: THAT'S SO RACIST, I MEAN SEXIST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #82:&lt;br /&gt;Author: ReuBulawinUy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was driving home late one night I got onto 6-10 W and as I entered the&lt;br /&gt;freeway a boot comes flying out of nowhere and hits my driver-side window.&lt;br /&gt;Then I see a car speed by with a bunch of hoodlums in the car.  Yeah, I would've&lt;br /&gt;chased them down and killed them if I weren't such a gentle person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183744/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183744_8c723c0013_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="jarjar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: YOUSA GETA BOOT!!! AHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #81:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Emily Gould&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have beef with Reuben because I stole his idea of beef and am&lt;br /&gt;trying to make millions of dollars off of it without giving him credit.&lt;br /&gt;And he's asian.  Man, i hate those asians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:revengemag@hotmail.com"&gt;Emily (send all your spam to revengemag@hotmail.com)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS--I drink my own pee and eat my own poo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183758/" title="reuben de booben"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="reub" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183758_cb7e51f565_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: GIRL, YOU SO CRAZY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #80:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were going to watch Star Wars: Episode 2 -- Attack of the Clones at the earliest&lt;br /&gt;possible showing so we ordered tickets from AMC online for Thursday 12:45am.  When we went&lt;br /&gt;to pick up the tickets they informed us that to them, Thursday 12:45am means Friday 12:45am.&lt;br /&gt;I patiently explained to them that the day changes after midnight but they didn't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;so we had to watch episode II the next day.  Shoot man, shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183744/" title="Why am I still around???"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183744_8c723c0013_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="jarjar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: MEESA SOWWIE!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #79:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lenny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am having a major beef with Colorado.  How can a team we beat by thirty  points win the crucial game and beat up a no. 1 team right before, too?  Doesn't  it know it's supposed to stay down?  Having a cool mascot does not allow you to win the SEC championship and disallow UT from having a chance at the title.  that's some beef.&lt;br /&gt;even more beef...  how can you let a person have super smash brothers melee but not a gamecube to play it on?  It's like giving a soldier ammo and no gun....  A  hungry guy a fork and no food... There's going to some big bovine problems if they don't give me my gamecube the  same time i get the game on monday.  i'm bringing a bat to stress my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183736/" title="Kazaam was the worse movie ever made"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="g" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183736_9a51837784_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;KAZAAM SUCKS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #78:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Eric (mmmm...beef from Japan!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef: Hey what's up everybody! First off, I'd like to tell about Japanese beef.&lt;br /&gt;You see, there's this thing called "kyougyuubyou." Literally&lt;br /&gt;translated it means "Mad Cow Disease." Yes, they have to inspect&lt;br /&gt;every cow in the land for evidence of the dreaded bovine spongiform&lt;br /&gt;encephalitis, or whatever it is. Anyway, eating beef here is a little risky,&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't stop me. Buuuut, itsn't it funny how everyone in Japan has&lt;br /&gt;beef with beef? Hahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183742/" title="meesa jar jar!!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183742_f79237fcf8_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="hsia" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;PRETTY BEEFY--WEESA THE SAME PERSON!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #77:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef: So I have beef with Japan. Er, Rice. Er, the JTW program. I dunno,&lt;br /&gt;someone. You see, when I was at Rice, I talked to Eva Lin about her wonderful&lt;br /&gt;JTW experience. She said "Oh, the classes really aren't up to Rice&lt;br /&gt;standards, I had a lot of free time to use for church stuff and part-time work&lt;br /&gt;and all kinds of things. It was great!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that thought in mind, I happily applied and sent myself off to Fukuoka.&lt;br /&gt;However, as I discovered after I was here, JTW is crazy hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Japanese class the teachers give us these worksheets and do them at such&lt;br /&gt;a speed that you don't have time to ask questions or write down new information&lt;br /&gt;or anything before they call on you and embarrass you in a public fashion. Then&lt;br /&gt;they give you quizzes which I and my friends manage to fail every time. Then&lt;br /&gt;they give you homework everyday over stuff that you learn the NEXT day in&lt;br /&gt;class. So that makes the homework a little tough to do, and of course the&lt;br /&gt;grades on the homework are quite ugly also. Actually, they aren't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Because they stopped putting grades on our homework. BUT IT STILL COUNTS. So&lt;br /&gt;now I actually don't know the extent to which I'm failing my Japanese class.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAH. But it's OK right? Grades aren't important. All that matters is how&lt;br /&gt;you play the game. &amp;lt;exit stage left, soft sobbing sounds are audible in&lt;br /&gt;background, close curtain&amp;gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183739/" title="how did I survive his class?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183739_a85ba478b5_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="goldman" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;JUST INTERPOLATE AND YOU’LL BE FINE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #76:&lt;br /&gt;Author: LENNY (not Chow)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is weird because I have beef with myself. Yeah, I have this condition where I can't make any new memories so I keep writing notes to myself and&lt;br /&gt;tatooing stuff on my body. I'm looking for my wife's killer but my two main clues are the &lt;a href="http://www.owlnet.rice.edu/%7Eruy/media/facts.jpg"&gt;facts on my arm.&lt;/a&gt; FACT 1: CAAM sucks. FACT 2: STAT sucks. What does this mean? And I have a picture of someone named &lt;a href="http://www.owlnet.rice.edu/%7Eruy/media/lies.jpg"&gt;Jigglypuff&lt;/a&gt; who I'm supposed to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where was I? Oh yeah, do you remember Sammy Jenkins?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183739/" title="Interpolate Interpolate interpolate!!  Is that all you do????"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183739_a85ba478b5_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="goldman" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS HOMEWORK IS SO EASY AND TRIVIAL, I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO IT! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #75:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ordered some maracas so I could play &lt;a href="http://gamespot.com/gamespot/filters/products/0,11114,198539,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;Samba De Amigo&lt;/a&gt; on my Dreamcast, but too bad they don't work. And when I emailed the company (or person) who originally sold them they told me to make a long distance call to their "technical support" hotline, which just turns out to be some guy's house. And they're never home when I call. Oh yeah, the &lt;a href="http://www.owlnet.rice.edu/%7Eruy/laughs.html"&gt;instructions&lt;/a&gt; don't make any sense either. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183719/" title="I AM CAAM"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183719_445efe48ac_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="arnold" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: ONE TIME I SHOT THIS GUY WITH A NAIL GUN... THEN I CLEVERLY REMARKED, "I NAILED YOU!!".. HA HA HA HA, I AM A GENIUS. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #74:&lt;br /&gt;Author: leepee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mr. olajuwon joined the bbs, but he sounds like a fob. i think there is an&lt;br /&gt;imposter hanging around the SSoLBBS...mmmmmm....fobbigurl?!?! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah - even if hakeem is on a different team (and he looks crazy weird with&lt;br /&gt;another NBA uniform on that does not say Houston Rockets), I still love him and&lt;br /&gt;I do not like the fact that someone, or someFOB is impersonating him. hmph. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183766/" title="I AM TIMP"&gt;&lt;img alt="timp" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183766_e0683894f2_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: I HEARD THAT REUBEN TRIED TO STEAL OLAJUWON'S NEWSPAPER A LONG&lt;br /&gt;TIME AGO. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #73:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reubs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So AMD tricked a bunch of us into getting up at 4 in the morning so we could&lt;br /&gt;drive out to Willowbrook mall (which is out in the middle of nowhere) because&lt;br /&gt;they were supposedly giving out 200 new AMD Athlon XP processors.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they defied the flimsy laws of statistics and probability and&lt;br /&gt;not one of us received a processor that day. And the AMD people were loud and&lt;br /&gt;annoying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183745/" title="I'm back... in POG FORM!!"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="jordan" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183745_e6c6c5b929_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WITHOUT ME, THE NBA IS NOTHING, YOU HEAR ME?? NOTHING!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #72:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reubs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was on the way to Super Target after a long, hard day of playing Super&lt;br /&gt;Smash Bros., er I mean studying, when I noticed that my speedometer wasn't&lt;br /&gt;working anymore. Man, this is beefy. And we also lost a full-court game of&lt;br /&gt;basketball to a bunch of Econ profs. It's a sad day for skinny asian ballers&lt;br /&gt;everywhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183751/" title="AIR BULL"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="time to take out the trash...again" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183751_ae25af28be_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WITHOUT ME, THE ROCKETS ARE NOTHING, YOU HEAR ME?? NOTHING!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #71:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Cosmo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got beef with a certain Korean who we shall call SEAN KIM. He keeps&lt;br /&gt;calling me "Bosno" when he knows full and well that my name is really&lt;br /&gt;COSMO. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183720/" title="If he calls me bosno one more time i'll bite him good--in the butt"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183720_592dec2df5_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="bosno" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: ARRF!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #70:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Steve So&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to major in basket weaving. Rice doesn't offer it. Whats up with&lt;br /&gt;that? I'm gonna go to UT to take bskt 525 - advanced basket weaving&lt;br /&gt;architecture. Oh yeah... Stat sucks too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183741/" title="Skeletor is vanquished once and for all!!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183741_4576d5738b_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="he-man" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: YOU COME IN PEACE, YOU GO IN PIECES... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #69:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, how could I forget??? Before I left for Japan, I took my car to the&lt;br /&gt;shop to get everything fixed so I thought everything would be all good when I&lt;br /&gt;got back...EXCEPT, I made the mistake of allowing my brother to borrow the car&lt;br /&gt;while I was gone. When I got back, the car was dirty (i haven't bothered&lt;br /&gt;cleaning it though), my hubcaps were gone because the tires had to be replaced,&lt;br /&gt;the bumper paint was peeling, there were some shady dents in random places on&lt;br /&gt;my car, and the passenger-side door doesn't open without a fight now. WHAT THE&lt;br /&gt;HECK HAPPENED??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183744/" title="ARRRRGHGHHHH!!!!!!!!!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183744_8c723c0013_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="jarjar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WHY DOES ALL THE BAD STUFF HAPPEN TO REUBEN???!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #68:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, I've got beef. This is only the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;I've got beef 'cuz they took my gameboy advance for 4 weeks. And then i've got&lt;br /&gt;beef with Nintendo for not putting a backlight into the gameboy advance. Then I&lt;br /&gt;have beef with all the companies who make accessories for Gameboy Advance&lt;br /&gt;because they all really suck. My battery pack only lasts one hour and you can't&lt;br /&gt;tell when it's fully charged and all the gameboy lights i've ever tried still&lt;br /&gt;don't make the gameboy screen bright enough. Now my eyes hurt. Of course, I&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't need to buy extra lights if the gameboy advance came with a backlit&lt;br /&gt;screen...oh wait, i already said that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183767/" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183767_f6b4667349_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="tina" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #67:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the Q, I was working out and one of the trainers came up to me and says:&lt;br /&gt;"hey, bro, you gottaa burraka fruafjajzzz jejir keefajiss! just chill cuzz&lt;br /&gt;ueme arburretoo, eh???" And since I was completely confused I just said,&lt;br /&gt;"Ok" and tried to finish my set. Then he comes back five minutes&lt;br /&gt;later and says: "hey guuobaaboo!! terok bubba vott smaz!" And he&lt;br /&gt;points at my sandals and kicks me out of the workout area. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183760/" title="Why, Reuben, why??!!"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="ryan" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183760_2e53db23aa_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: IT'S TOO DANGEROUS (NOT TO MENTION SHADY) TO WORK OUT IN YOUR&lt;br /&gt;SANDALS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #66:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to Walmart which is supposedly open 24 hours, right? But when I got&lt;br /&gt;there the entrance was blocked off by rows and rows of shopping carts. After&lt;br /&gt;going in through the exit, I proceeded to the electronics section, which was&lt;br /&gt;also blocked off by piles and piles of boxes and displays. After jumping over&lt;br /&gt;the pile of crap a big employee came and kicked me out. I'll get you&lt;br /&gt;Walmart....if it's the last thing i do.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183756/" title="WHITE LIGHTNING"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183756_5e010602b6_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="olen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WHY ARE THERE LOCKS ON THE DOORS IF IT'S OPEN 24-7??!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #65:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Crazy Bullard Fan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got beef with the Rockets 'cuz they traded the Bull, the legacy, the&lt;br /&gt;glue that holds this stupid city together. Way to go Rudy T... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183751/" title="Why, Houston, Why??!!"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="matt" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183751_ae25af28be_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT TRADED. NOW I'VE GOT BEEF WITH HOUSTON. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #64:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Starts with L, ends with PEE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those movies were beefy. The ones that we watched on the plane [back from&lt;br /&gt;Japan]. I defiantly threw down my headphones after 10 minutes of SpyKids and&lt;br /&gt;defiantly went to sleep. I was being defiant in the face of a beefy movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183746/" title="JoyceLeePee"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="hmmmmmmmm" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183746_10daa1b260_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: ARGH!! SPYKIDS!! =( &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #63:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Leepee &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Krause was beefy because on the plane ride from Tokyo to LA, we were sitting&lt;br /&gt;in a row of 4 seats (in the middle section of the plane), but I was in the seat&lt;br /&gt;next to the right aisle, and he was next to me. The two left seats were empty.&lt;br /&gt;Eric, from another Yamagata team, therefore decided to sit in the left aisle&lt;br /&gt;seat, but Krause decided that he got to hog up all the space the two middle&lt;br /&gt;seats provided. But that wasn't the real beefy part. The beefiest part was that&lt;br /&gt;Krause was technically both on the "right" and "left"&lt;br /&gt;sides, so whenever the stewardesses passed by with drinks, he could and would&lt;br /&gt;grab a drink from both sides! I was so mad that I drank all of his coke before&lt;br /&gt;he could say "What Roobs!" And then I drank his container of Cheju&lt;br /&gt;Water quite defiantly, and I was trying to take it down with one gulp, but it&lt;br /&gt;didn't quite work, but I still had my revenge. Krause never had montezuma's&lt;br /&gt;revenge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183751/" title="I thought I eradicated all of montezuma's children"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="matt" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183751_ae25af28be_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: MONTEZUMA, YOU DEVIL &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #62:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Starts with L, ends with BUSDRIVER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;girls are beefy. no joke. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183750/" title="Lenny"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="hmmmmm" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183750_9ac764220f_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: THE END &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #61:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lenny (in London)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;chinese food is butt expensive in london. Due to hoof and mouth, i can't&lt;br /&gt;have beef. but i do have beef because of this. I have beef cuz i can't have&lt;br /&gt;beef. Beefy, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the busdriver can now drive a double decker bus. Now twice the&lt;br /&gt;capacity to make stops on the bus route. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, asian girls with english accents are sooooooooooooo awesome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183740/" title="what the crow???"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="grace" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183740_z708740990_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: BEEF BEEF BEEF &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #60:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reub&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another beef story?? Yup. This time I was in a First Colony Mall bathroom&lt;br /&gt;stall "gettin' my pee on" when this orange cone goes flying by me. As&lt;br /&gt;I exited I noticed a rather amused young boy washing his hands and giggling. I&lt;br /&gt;gave him my best hardcore stare as if to say, "Man, please...it's gonna&lt;br /&gt;take a lot more than that to phase me--I'm from Westbury...punk." But all&lt;br /&gt;he did was laugh at me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183731/" title="waAAAzzuuupppPP?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183731_c559143d4c_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="eric2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: AT LEAST A LITTLE KID DIDN'T SHOOT YOU IN THE FACE WITH A SUPER&lt;br /&gt;SOAKER AT THE POOL PARTY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #59:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reub the Boob&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's been a while since I've written a beef story for myself, but this is&lt;br /&gt;definitely beef-worthy...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last summer I used to work at Smoothie King, and it was the best job in the&lt;br /&gt;world. But when I called my boss so I could work at Smoothie King before I&lt;br /&gt;leave for japan this summer, he tells me "We have too many workers."&lt;br /&gt;And it turns out some guy who we shall call "Jerri" took over my spot&lt;br /&gt;while I was gone and works like 80 hours a week or something since it seems&lt;br /&gt;like he's always there. This is worse than the time TGWTU came and threw up on&lt;br /&gt;everything... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183744/" title="meesa gonna die!!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183744_8c723c0013_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="jarjar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: THATSA SUCKS!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #58:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lenny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;right... so it looks like i'm one out of three guys on this trip to england&lt;br /&gt;out of 30 people. man, there's a lack of testosterone on this trip... pretty&lt;br /&gt;beefy. too bad kong wasn't here.... he woulda had a field day working his&lt;br /&gt;magic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183760/" title="better keep it unshady"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="ryan" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183760_2e53db23aa_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: YOUR SHADINESS DISAPPOINTS ME &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #57:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lenny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a beef with Sammy's cuz they don't do anything over there anymore. I&lt;br /&gt;remember way back in the day when I was pretty excited to go there for a meal,&lt;br /&gt;and a good meal was there waiting to be eaten.... for a price. Now, they can&lt;br /&gt;rip you off without even doing anything because just about everything is&lt;br /&gt;pre-made over there. It's almost as if they want you to ask them to make&lt;br /&gt;something just so they can tell you, "get it yourself" or "we&lt;br /&gt;don't have it. this is all we serve." Some vast conspiracy... Right now, I&lt;br /&gt;can't even enjoy a decent lunch at the RMC anymore because the bastards only&lt;br /&gt;serve grilled stuff, which isn't very good in the first place, and baked&lt;br /&gt;potatoes. I have never seen a lazier cafeteria. I swear, a cafeteria run by&lt;br /&gt;qudraplegics is able to make better or more food available than this lot.&lt;br /&gt;They'll probably charge you less, too. shoot...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, beef with the new cop that looks like a little boy. She goes well out&lt;br /&gt;of her way to write tickets in the stadium. If that isn't beefy, then what is?&lt;br /&gt;good luck on finals ya'll. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183762/" title="mMmMmMmMm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183762_1eabab7701_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="sean2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: mmmmMMMMMMMmmmMMMMmmm!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #56:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Gilbert Wang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I went home over spring recess and instead of writing four papers and&lt;br /&gt;doing some comp project (which is also beefy, but that's another point), I did&lt;br /&gt;other people's taxes cause my dad is an accountant. Anyway I was just reminded&lt;br /&gt;of how the federal government owed me four cents from when they jacked it from&lt;br /&gt;my comp 100 labby job. So one day i turn in four time sheets at once, and got&lt;br /&gt;$290 on my paycheck. Except they withheld four cents for the federal income&lt;br /&gt;tax. I dunno, supposedly they take off four cents for every $290 you make or&lt;br /&gt;something, but that was the last time i turned in four time sheets in at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also got beef with my sixth grade homeroom teacher for letting me skip&lt;br /&gt;english to go to the junior high school and take algebra. So now I'm&lt;br /&gt;illetierate and i have a bunch of papers to write, but which i can't because i&lt;br /&gt;never learned how to outline a paper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183736/" title="I took the assembler to school"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="g" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183736_9a51837784_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: AWWWW NOoOooooo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #55:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Krause&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man! Talk about beef! I think Voice Stream is Powered By Beef! They have&lt;br /&gt;been sending me wrong bills for 7 months. They range fro $200 to $700. And they&lt;br /&gt;are ALWAYS their fault! So I call and call, and after 4-5 calls per bill, they&lt;br /&gt;admit defeat! Cause they try to set up me the bomb! But wooooo mama! I move&lt;br /&gt;EVERY zig, know what I'm saying. So they what do they do?! They said "You&lt;br /&gt;have not paid your incorrect bill for a month, your phone is being shut off,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm like "WHAT YOU SAY!" and they are like "blah blah I have&lt;br /&gt;no brain. So FINALLY they "say" they turn it back on, but a week&lt;br /&gt;later its still off, and when I call they say it was on for a week, but I had&lt;br /&gt;to re-program my phone to find the voice stream network, TOO BAD THEY NEVER&lt;br /&gt;MENTIONED THAT. So I get to pay for a week I didn't use, and the whole time,&lt;br /&gt;they have my $200 initial deposit!!!!! And won't give it back cause they say my&lt;br /&gt;payment was late, even after they admit they stupid?! Mr. T don't play with&lt;br /&gt;foolZ!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183748/" title="Man pleeeeeeeeeeaazzzze"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="kong" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183748_e051013721_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: SHOOT, MAN, SHOOT!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #54:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lenny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, I have a beef with the Humana insurance company. Apparently, they&lt;br /&gt;didn't receive my proof of enrollment before december 2000. Thus they&lt;br /&gt;discontinued my coverage. So all this timeI apparently have been walking around&lt;br /&gt;uninsured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would've been really beefy if I was on my way to get another proof of&lt;br /&gt;enrollment and got hit by the inner loop bus. ironic and beefy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183740/" title="IT'S YOU"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="grace" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183740_z708740990_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: (INSERT RANDOM ZEROWING QUOTE HERE) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #53:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lenny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, so we went on the ski trip and it was mad fun, right? Except for the&lt;br /&gt;ethnic wars and for the part where the green trail abruptly and stupendously&lt;br /&gt;turned into a double black with moguls. Pretty beefy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a good trip. The crew should go next time with wifebeaters only... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183721/" title="WHAT HAPPEN"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183721_d7ddf3707f_t.jpg" width="74" height="100" alt="captain" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WHAT YOU SAY!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #52:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lenny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reubs and I have a beef with Rice faculty. It would appear that they think&lt;br /&gt;it's good idea to pile everything on in three days (not even the entire&lt;br /&gt;week!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY REALLY SET US UP THE BOMB THIS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL NOT SURVIVE MAKE OUR TIME &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183769/" title="TAKE OFF EVERY 'ME'"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183769_979c0b4d1c_t.jpg" width="99" height="100" alt="zig" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: MOVE 'ME' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #51:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Captain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We all saw this one coming...it was bound to happen, but I had to do it&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In A.D. 2101. War was beginning. Somebody set up us the bomb. We got signal.&lt;br /&gt;Main screen turned on. It was Cats!! All our base are belong to them. We were&lt;br /&gt;on the way to destruction. What he say!! We had no chance to survive made our&lt;br /&gt;time. We took off every 'zig'. They knew what they doing. Moved 'zig'. For&lt;br /&gt;great justice... pretty beefy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183723/" title="HA HA HA HA!!"&gt;&lt;img alt="cats" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183723_2dbb5ffd34_t.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: CATS LOVE CRABBING. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Joyce Leepee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think it's pretty beefy that i submitted a beef story in the beginning of&lt;br /&gt;january about how i bought a can of libby's "sliced peaches" but upon&lt;br /&gt;opening the can, found libby's "fruit cocktail" inside, and it still&lt;br /&gt;hasn't been posted! something beefy is going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183758/" title="How appropriate that the 50th beef file is about beef"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="reub" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183758_cb7e51f565_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: Oops... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #49:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Joyce Leepee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARGH! this was beefy to me... - man, that was a stupid thing to say, since&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing on none other than the Beef Files... oh well - anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kroger on Thursday so I could go grocery shopping and buy whatever I&lt;br /&gt;liked to eat. Among the things I like to eat are Waffle Crisp cereal, milk,&lt;br /&gt;Sara Lee Honey Ham, Kraft american cheese, Lipton's noodles, green grapes,&lt;br /&gt;bananas, Del Monte canned Corn, Rice Krispies Treats, carrots, Keebler's Club&lt;br /&gt;Crackers, and lettuce. Oh yeah, and the subject of this beef story - Libby's&lt;br /&gt;canned peaches. So like, I got a big can off the shelf cause I knew I would be&lt;br /&gt;eating a lot and would not be content with one of those little measly can sizes&lt;br /&gt;- so I bought it and took it home. I think it cost like $1.39 - which is the&lt;br /&gt;cheapest can of canned peaches in heavy syrup that I saw on the shelf - that's&lt;br /&gt;why I buy the Libby's brand. Anyways, yesterday, Saturday afternoon when I got&lt;br /&gt;home, I was looking forward to opening that can and eating my peaches. So I got&lt;br /&gt;home, got the can opener, and opened the can.&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo ANnnnD BEHOLD!!!... there were NO Canned Peach HAlves in HEAVY Syrup!! NO&lt;br /&gt;THERE WERE NOT! I saw some grey-greenish colored grapes, one cherry thing,&lt;br /&gt;DICED peaches, and DICED something or other - i think those are pears... so&lt;br /&gt;like, I was mad! Pinmankin can testify. "What is this?!!?" I&lt;br /&gt;exclaimed in a loud voice. "Nooo!!!" I struggled to keep myself under&lt;br /&gt;control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i was too lazy to go to kroger's and demand a refund or free can of&lt;br /&gt;peaches, and like, yeah - i wanted to see if other people would buy those&lt;br /&gt;peaches and suffer the same traumatic surprise as me and write about it on the&lt;br /&gt;beeffiles... so i decided not to inform them that this certain shipment of&lt;br /&gt;canned peach halves was really "fruit cocktail" Bah! I hate fruit&lt;br /&gt;cocktail!&lt;br /&gt;okay - that's all the beef for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183752/" title="i was in xmen"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183752_e9f5294118_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="maul" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: MAY THE BEEF BE WITH YOU... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #48:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Joyce Leepee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hate when bathrooms have no toilet paper in them. I just went to the&lt;br /&gt;downstairs bathroom, sat down, peed and pooed and had my way, but as i turned&lt;br /&gt;to the toilet paper holder attached to the wall, i was quite dismayed to see&lt;br /&gt;only the the last 2 pieces of toilet paper still attached to the brown&lt;br /&gt;cardboard roll. Like, it was a little raggedy and had random bits of strips&lt;br /&gt;coming off of it since it was obviously leftover from someone's final attempt&lt;br /&gt;at getting all the toilet paper in one final pull and tear. So I had to very&lt;br /&gt;carefully think about how i wanted to utilize those last two pieces. Let's just&lt;br /&gt;say I made the most of what I had, but I was not very happy, and I did not&lt;br /&gt;leave that toilet feeling very clean at all. grrr... Whoever left the cardboard&lt;br /&gt;roll with just 2 pieces left will be punished, Catherine Lee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PS--I did not replace the toilet paper roll with a fresh new happy white&lt;br /&gt;cylinder, so the next person who comes home is going to have beef with me!&lt;br /&gt;hehe!! UH! I MEAN ALISA LEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183734/" title="..."&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183734_b843904e2a_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="fiveation" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: OH MY GOODNESS... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #47:&lt;br /&gt;Author: anonyleepee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's this choochoo who is in two of my classes who always starts walking&lt;br /&gt;towards my desk whenever we have a quiz or test that day in that class. I'm not&lt;br /&gt;sure why he does this - because i'm' always trying to study when I see him out&lt;br /&gt;of the corner of my eye, eyeing my desk, and then he stands for a second, and&lt;br /&gt;then begins to move...closer and closer....&lt;br /&gt;And the other kinda disturbing thing is that I sit in the very last seat in my&lt;br /&gt;row, which always happens to be on the very left side of the room, against a&lt;br /&gt;chalkboard or an AC unit, so there's a bout a foot of space that he always&lt;br /&gt;squeezes into, and crouches there with his nose an inch away from my desk.&lt;br /&gt;and then he says "joyce."&lt;br /&gt;and i say... (nod)&lt;br /&gt;and then i'm trying to study, but he either says one of the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i know i annoy you, but you're just so much fun to be around" or&lt;br /&gt;"sometimes, when someone focuses too much on one thing, something else&lt;br /&gt;gets jealous" or "there's nothing in your hair so stop touching it.&lt;br /&gt;you look fine." To which I respond "(nod, tight-lipped smile)"&lt;br /&gt;And then when i'm in the hallways, he'll be right behind me, and i won't know&lt;br /&gt;it, but then i hear someone say "joyce joyce joyce" in kind of a&lt;br /&gt;singsong, "you're being a naughty girl" kind of voice, and i'm like&lt;br /&gt;PeeeeeeeGOooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;And the weirdest thing is that he'll only try to talk to me and one of my&lt;br /&gt;friends, and that's it. He says it's because we're the two most wonderful&lt;br /&gt;people in our calculus class. PeeeeeeeGooooooooooo TOhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183724/" title="you choochoo choose me?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183724_z099299732_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="choo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WHOA, CATHERINE HAS A SISTER??..... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #46:&lt;br /&gt;Author: another totally different random anonymous person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, I was sitting in Spanish class, playing tetris on gameboy, on my&lt;br /&gt;way to setting a personal best of 187 lines, when I see a certain choochoo&lt;br /&gt;getting up from his desk, making his way over to the 12 inch space that&lt;br /&gt;separates my desk from the wall. He crouches and hovers over the ground, making&lt;br /&gt;eye contact with my waist. Then he looks up, and then down. Then he says,&lt;br /&gt;"You know, sometimes when someone focuses too much on one thing, another&lt;br /&gt;thing gets jealous." And I kept on playing tetris, but I was like, &lt;nod&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;then Edward Krasnov who was sitting behind me - bless his heart - shouted out&lt;br /&gt;(he has a very booming voice) "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT, CHOOCHOO?"&lt;br /&gt;Then Choochoo looked at me and replied, "well, i guess i'm saying that I&lt;br /&gt;wish i could talk to you more, but you're always playing tetris." So I&lt;br /&gt;play for like five more minutes, but I feel bad because he's still in that tiny&lt;br /&gt;space next to my desk, so i press "start" and pause the game, and&lt;br /&gt;look down at him. And then he says that he'll be coming to my church that&lt;br /&gt;weekend, and he asks if there will be korean food. So i say, i'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;because the moms decide what we'll be eating, but it might be korean food. And&lt;br /&gt;we talk about food for a little bit. And then he says, "Well, I got 3&lt;br /&gt;minutes of your time today, and I'm not totally happy, but i'm almost happy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get 5 from you tomorrow." And I nod and have a tight-lipped&lt;br /&gt;smile - because inside, i'm thinking that i'm confused and he gives me an&lt;br /&gt;uncomfortable feeling and why does he like talking to me when i don't really&lt;br /&gt;even respond....&lt;br /&gt;one friend suggested that he liked the "challenge." Pretty gross,&lt;br /&gt;chung..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183746/" title="It's me again"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="joyce" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183746_10daa1b260_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: THAT'S A LOT OF BEEF &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/nod&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #45:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Joyce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have beef with my right ear, because it hurts. when i try to pick it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause like you know how sometimes your hair will poke inside your ear, and it&lt;br /&gt;feels like you have some earwax coming out - so i would rather have it come out&lt;br /&gt;on my finger than come out and land on someone next to me in class, but when i&lt;br /&gt;discreetly and gingerly put my finger to my ear, it hurts! I guess my index&lt;br /&gt;finger is too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183758/" title="This is madness I tell you"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183758_cb7e51f565_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="reub" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: MY DOCTOR ALWAYS TOLD ME NOT TO STICK MY FINGER IN THE HOLES IN&lt;br /&gt;MY HEAD &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #44:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got beef with my contact lenses and possibly my eye doctor because I&lt;br /&gt;keep dropping the contacts down the drain and the doctor keeps giving me the&lt;br /&gt;wrong prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183752/" title="I've got 20/20 vision"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183752_e9f5294118_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="maul" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WHEN YOU HARNESS THE POWER OF THE DARKSIDE, YOU DON'T NEED NO&lt;br /&gt;STINKIN' CONTACT LENSES. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #43:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Eric (again)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I've got some beef...with my phone. Yesterday I was in the library at&lt;br /&gt;night and I saw all these aZn ThUgZ chillin at the tables and stuff...so I was&lt;br /&gt;like, gotta impress 'em! I whipped out my cool asian fixed-up cell phone&lt;br /&gt;(complete with dysfunctional light-up antenna) and proceeded to call my&lt;br /&gt;voicemail...then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEAAAAH EEEEAAAH. The call failed and made that horrible noise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like...it's all good, I'll just act really mad like a tRu tHuG would...so&lt;br /&gt;I was all muttering under my breath, acting all tough...then I redailed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEAAAAH EEEEAAAH!! Arrrgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran away. Shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183748/" title="I've got 'You've got Mail' on DVD because there aren't enough special features"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183748_e051013721_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="kong" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: MAN, PLEEEEAAAAAZZZEE. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #42:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lenny (again)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a beef with the drivers on Main to and from Sugar Land.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me why they always have to:&lt;br /&gt;1)drive slow on both lanes at the same pace as the car next to them.&lt;br /&gt;2)not use turn signals while driving really slow&lt;br /&gt;3)biggest beef: automatically going to the open lane even though they're not&lt;br /&gt;going any faster than the car in front of it. I mean, the open lane is for&lt;br /&gt;those who have some place to go... (me) and I'd like to use it rather than have&lt;br /&gt;it laugh at me while i'm stuck behind some fat black guy who speeds up just&lt;br /&gt;enough to not let me in the open lane and decides to slow down as soon as he's&lt;br /&gt;pssed me. that's sooooooooo retarded...&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to get one of those snow plow blades and put it on the x5.&lt;br /&gt;man... that'll give me more open space than a high school parking lot on a&lt;br /&gt;weekend.&lt;br /&gt;lenny&lt;br /&gt;p.s.--oh yeah, i have a beef with Dr. Tour also... spiritually i have no beef&lt;br /&gt;with him. In orgo, that's different. Stampede of beef on him for being&lt;br /&gt;determined to fail 5% of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183718/" title="Don't call me fukoid..."&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183718_17075e458a_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="andrew" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WHAT'S THIS PAGE ABOUT AGAIN? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Beef Story #41:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Evelyn Joy Patterson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know whose name that is, but it popped up in the text box when I&lt;br /&gt;typed the letter "E." Anyway, I just wanna say I've got some beef. So&lt;br /&gt;these girls call me up and ask me to eat dinner with them at a certain&lt;br /&gt;establishment we'll call "Apu's." I was like, well...I wanna lose&lt;br /&gt;some weight to look more like Reubs, so I'll pass. Then my friend told me to go&lt;br /&gt;to my car, so I was like, since I'm here, I'll go ahead and call the girls and&lt;br /&gt;tell them I'll go. Guess what? They "mysteriously" stop picking up&lt;br /&gt;their CELL PHONE...presumably because they're having too much fun at&lt;br /&gt;"Apu's" to care about Eric's feelings. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183733/" title="How am I commenting on my own beef file?  That's unpossible..."&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183733_0919c18df3_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="erk" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: yO dAwG, tHaT bE BeEFy &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-79773006?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/79773006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/beef-story-83-author-timp-first-id-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/79773006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/79773006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/beef-story-83-author-timp-first-id-like.html' title='Compiled Beef (Story #41-83)'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-79772808</id><published>2002-08-03T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:47:58.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Beef: It's an acquired taste (Story #3-40)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #40:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so there this person that i talk to on IM sometimes.. well, i&lt;br /&gt;remember talking to this person.. we'll call him/her apu.. so, i'm talking to&lt;br /&gt;apu and of course the conversation doesn't have much substance in the first&lt;br /&gt;place.. when it does get kinda interesting, i ask apu a question..  i get no&lt;br /&gt;response for the longest time, and then, "shut".. apu leaves without answering&lt;br /&gt;the questions or giving warning before getting offline.. what's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183734/" title="Born to be a dancer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183734_b843904e2a_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="fiveation" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WELCOME TO THE CLUB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #39:&lt;br /&gt;Author: David Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i took this class last year.. it was an econ class, so reubs will&lt;br /&gt;understand the suckiness of that subject..  anyway, i thought i was doing well..&lt;br /&gt;it was actually pretty easy, so i never showed up for class, especially at the&lt;br /&gt;end of the semester.. for some reason tho, my grade for that class was much&lt;br /&gt;lower than i expected.. i'm pretty sure there was a mistake on the final, but i&lt;br /&gt;can't check it cuz when i went to the profs room, a tab under his name says "ON&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE"  so, i talk to the econ secretaries and they tell me to email the prof.. &lt;br /&gt;i email him but never get a response back.. so now i have to wait till next&lt;br /&gt;semester to check on my grade.. he should've responded to my email.. what's he&lt;br /&gt;doing?  econ at home?  i think not.. also, his pinky is permanantly locked in a&lt;br /&gt;double jointed position.. so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183743/" title="thou art beefy, o vile econonmists!!!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183743_0a1868a5dd_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="james" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: ECON--BEEF IS THY NAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #38:&lt;br /&gt;Author: LeePee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, there are four different hot lunch tray lines. Usually I go into the "country cafe," but on pep rally days, I opt for a salad since the lines are so busy and long, and go into the Mexican Pizza line. The beefy part of it is that a normal lunch costs $1.45 but there is the lady in the Mexican Pizza line who charges $.10 extra for everything. Like I bought chocolate milk there once, and I had a quarter ready to give to her, but she shook her head and let my quarter drop to the floor as i attempted to transact with her, and said very tartly, "thirty-five CentS." And i was like grrr...and so i went to another line and got milk for $.25. Anyways, I think lunch lady cashiers shouldn't change prices like that without informing people. She's a meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And if you buy a salad with milk, it costs $1.45 or $1.55 depending on which cashier. But if you buy it without milk it costs $2.00. I thought that was very backwards but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183730/" title="the hobbit"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183730_8d268b1422_t.jpg" width="85" height="100" alt="the hobbit" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: I AM THE LORD OF THE RINGS BUNCH OF CROCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #37:&lt;br /&gt;Author: hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. I'll try to make this beef as short as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend likes or "used to like" (but we all know still likes) two guys who are exactly the same except their names are different. Let's call them "Boob" and "Baboo." She wants to ask Boob to this formal that is coming up. She has been agonizing for many weeks about this and how to ask him, and if he really does like her, and has been talking to Baboo on IM about Boob and asking Baboo's opinion and advice on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, she tells me that Baboo was telling her last night that she should be careful and that "bad things" could happen so she should watch out, and somehow, they figured that Baboo should come to the formal to watch out for her and be her quote unquote "bodyguard." And supposedly, she would talk to me about inviting him as my date because I'm friends with Baboo already, and "would probably ask him" to this formal anyway. (The girls have to ask the guys.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so in response to my friend, I was like, "haha, whatever, you just want me to ask him so that you can have two guys that you like at this dance at the same time." So she says, "noooooo, i was just suggesting somebody since you don't know who you're going to ask, and you're already friends with him, and he just wants to be there to kinda watch out for me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the beef?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the main reason Baboo would be going is to watch out for my friend, not because I asked him to go with me, and the way my friend kinda assumed that I would just ask him because she wanted me to - so that she could have both Boob and Baboo there at the same time. Grr. And to put me in a position where I know I'm going to disappoint her is pretty beefy, because Baboo was originally a contender for yours truly's date, but after she told me of this little clever plan, I would just feel stupid asking Baboo, because it's only for her that I would be asking him, and he would only be going for her "safety" or something silly like that. And unless I want to make this "the night of her life," which I'm not so inclined to do, I'm going to stay beefed and ask somebody else to be my date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still beefed, but not too much because I know I shouldn't really be that beefed with her. Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183763/" title="I'm so confused..."&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183763_51ea895cd8_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="shawn" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WHAT CAN IT MEAN?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #36:&lt;br /&gt;Author: The busdriver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well I was making a routine bus stop at the Hsia house to pick up James Hsia and take him to Puzzlefighter school.&lt;br /&gt;He gets on the bus, and everything's well and good.  I'm driving along minding my own business, and -all of a sudden- the crazy cajun comes out of nowhere like a rock falling from the sky and kicks me in the head!!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean,  I'm just here doing my job, and this insolent little punk catches me off and jacks the bus!!!  That's a bunch of crock!  I bet little James Hsia thinks he's ready to take on Master of the Universe just cuz he jacked the bus from The Busdriver.&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault for not being "aware of the situation".  Frankly, I'm disappointed in myself for getting taken by surprise like that.  Pretty embarassing...&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back into busdriving shape... cuz this is happening way to much.  i mean, this happened twice last week two.  First by some loud colorblind gook and then some crazy pinoy with pecs of steel.  I think the pinoy's name was Boobs or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, this is a notice.  The busdriver will be back from Busdriver Inservice (occurring this next week).  When he does, you kids better have the bus all nice and detailed cuz he's gonna take the bus back...  ALL PICKUPS WILL GO WITHOUT INCIDENT FROM NOW ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BUSDRIVER (of puzzle fighter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183724/" title="I know from firsthand experience"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183724_z099299732_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="choo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WHAT???  YOU CALL YOURSELF A BUSDRIVER? LOOK AT YOUR PASSENGERS, NOT THE ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #35:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beefy story actually happened a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why it took so long to put up is because I'm too busy waging war with her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just finished making my special roast beef sub in the make-your-own-sub line at Subway and proceeded to the cashier. The lady rings it up and say ,"$5.07"  I give her a twenty and say, "hold on.  I got some change"&lt;br /&gt;She's like, "no. it's alright" and rejects my change!!!!!!!  So instead of getting a buck back and getting rid of some of the overflow of change i got,  I'm stuck with an extra 97 cents jingling in my pocket!  that's hyper beef.  To add insult to injury, she doesn't give me any quarters but dimes and nickels!  THAT'S LIKE INSULTING MY MOTHER LEVEL OF BEEF.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell her that all i needed was a dollar, and she gives me this "I'm too dang lazy to put back all the change i meticulously counted up" and say, "no."&lt;br /&gt;Thus, subway war 1 started.  I will win the war.&lt;br /&gt;How?  By paying for my next combo meal in nickels, dimes, and pennies... just the way squirrel lady likes it.  Bet she'll like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183722/" title="Cat"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="catherine" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183722_0d399224ba_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: BEEF DOESN'T EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE THE MAGNITUDE OF BEEF EMANATING FROM LOUISIANA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #34:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Eric Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to take a little time here to expound upon the virtues of our fine Rice University Center for the study of Languages. Those ingenious COMP majors, working with the LRC people, have created for our enjoyment a FINE, FINE Kanji testing system called "extemplate." Although the programming is undoubtably sound, and the interface looks pretty good, I have some major beef with the fact that nothing in this program works. I might point out that in my short 30 minutes of use, I managed to see the scores and ID numbers for:&lt;br /&gt;1)myself (8/9--89%)&lt;br /&gt;2)Emi Nomura (7/9--78%) ID number ??????&lt;br /&gt;3)Carol Chen (not yet submitted) ID number 615???&lt;br /&gt;4)Amy Furgeson (not yet submitted) ID number 713723&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I must say, this program rocks the house! It's off da hook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183736/" title="Suffer like G did?"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="g" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183736_9a51837784_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #33:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Eric Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'd like to point out the power we, the beef council, wield over the unsuspecting automotive populous. Here is a quote from Edmunds.com:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well, that's a shame because we really had a BEEF with the way the gearbox worked "&lt;br /&gt;Wow! No joke! They've got beef with Audi!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's my beefy story...or rather, my beef question. What's up with people's calling me weird names this year? Has my name gotten more difficult to decipher as I have aged or something? Oh well, later guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183756/" title="Duncan, er, I mean Eric's ex-roomate"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183756_5e010602b6_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="olen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: WEAR A NAME TAG, DUNCAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #32:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this beef with Sean...  again.&lt;br /&gt;He knows who my screw date is and won't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Man...  that's like telling a guy stricken with some massively infectious disease that you have the cure, but you won't let him have it cuz he has to figure it out himself.  That's just plain wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know NOW. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183737/" title="yoyoyo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183737_c5c6f4b77d_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="gilbert" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  IT'S A SAD DAY IN BEEF TOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #31:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm living in Houston just minding my own business, when this mosquito lands on my arm and starts sucking my blood.  Not only that, but he leaves his saliva in my skin and it forms a bump on my arm that really itches.  Then he tells all of his friends to come and bite me.  It seems like the mosquitoes love harassing me.  Why do they like the taste of filipino flesh?  Stupid bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183749/" title="Ni you niu rou!"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="krause" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183749_0b4f38dd42_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  DIE INSECTS!!!!!! DIE!!!!! MUHAHAHAAHAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #30:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lenny Chow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another beef for you.  It's such big beef it can only come from texas...  in the form of a very large cow.  Anyways, it started out as a regular sized beef, but it got slipped some bovine growth hormone over the next couple of days and turned into titano-beef...  here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so this week was crap week, right?  Problem sets due left and right, csa study break to prepare for (minor beef: where were you at the study break sean?), and of course the toppers, the orgo and bio test.  I mean, I'm happy about the way the week went (got baptized!!!  [no beef with Jesus], did well on orgo, we'll see on bio but it's droppable).  On monday, I'm walking downstairs with Mr. Nopachai to get some dinner before the big orgo review on monday.  We go downstairs and there's a line into the kitchen (not even counting the long line INSIDE the kitchen) that's longer than the Saturday lines at a certain buffet restaurant...  So we bail and run to Baker to get some quickie food to save time.  Lo and behold!  no line!  However, as cesar and nopie went through quite smoothly, the lady slides my card and goes, "whoa....  hold up on in thea."  I'm thinking, "yo... i'm in a hurry yo." she's says, "you ain't got no meal plan."  Man.. I was planning on saying, "I call b/s!!!&lt;br /&gt;!"  and punch her in the arm cuz i've been getting food all the time since the beginning of the year (wait,i never swiped my card before. mmmmmmm...)  she was nice though and let me go without charging me.  At sid, the same thing happened, she's like, "get that thing fixed, yo!"  I'm like, "fo sho. one love."  and she let me go eat without charging me.  Then the morning of see you at the sallyport comes, and I'm wanting some breakfast.  I go down, and it's the hispanic lady that charged me 7 bucks for like the same thing the guy in front of me got for 2.50 (on five separate occasions).  She's like, "oh yeah, it works and proceeds to deduct 8.50 off of my roll over from last year!!!"  So i'm pretty beefed about this already, and it happens again at dinner.  I can't argue cuz i have orgo that night...  but that turned into oversized beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when did this turn into titano-beef?  It turned titano sized today.  I go to the cashier's office saying, "wsup yo, that meal card ain't workin, knowhatimsayin?"  cashier's office retorts, "man...  you're a little crispy, but you ain't got no meal plan.  Plus, you ain't on campus yo."  I tell them that the last time i remember,  i be livin up in sid.  they don't know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, i technically don't have a place to live and i don't have money to eat.  Now that's titano beef.  F&amp;H better be getting up some major compensation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183761/" title="HAO CHOU.....HAO CHOU....."&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183761_39adf40bb9_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="sean" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  IT'S TIME TO TRANSFER TO MARTEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #29:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Lenny Chow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of short beef story because i don't have that much time.  I promise to write a bigger and better beef story later (cuz i havea really good one).  Anyways, what kind of people put the orgo test and the bio test in the same week?!?  I mean, that's just retarded!!!  I also got beefs with the people at the job fair.  How come only the c/s people get to have cool junk (laser pointers!)and T-shirts?  I pretended I was a c/s major to get the goods, but I felt cheap and dirty for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, what's up with Eric and Sean going "swimming" everyday we have stat 280?  HUH?!?  Ok, I understand if Eric wants to go swimming but SEAN?  First time sean went "swimming" he got really upset and kept calling her "hao cho".   If she's hao cho...  then why does he keep coming back to "swim".  that's my take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183763/" title="Again I say....HAO CHOU......."&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183763_51ea895cd8_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="shawn" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  HAO CHOU...HAO CHOU.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #28:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Hardcore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I come back to school for the fall semester of 2000.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the school decided to move the commuter&lt;br /&gt;lot to the back and put a random visitor lot before it.&lt;br /&gt;Now i got beef with all visitors.. and faculty too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183752/" title="I'll kill you all"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183752_e9f5294118_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="maul" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  PARKING AT RICE SURE SUCKS...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #27:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Catherine "I love crabbing" Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I was walking from the stadium lot to the gym to work out. As I was getting ready to cross the inner loop in front of Shepherd School, a shuttle bus pulled to a stop before me and the doors opened. The driver insisted that I get in, even though I was only going to be walking another 10 feet to the gym. I kindly turned down his offer, and walked in front of the bus to get to the other side. I contined my slow and steady walking pace, when to my surprise, the shuttle bus began to follow me, at the same leisurely speed I was walking, backing up traffic behind him. The driver leaned his head out the window and asked me to work out with him at 6 pm. I told him I had to go to church at 6. I went inside the gym to work out. When I came out, there he was. He had decided to "meet" me in front of the gym at 6:05 to go to church with me. I didn't even invite him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183724/" title="Yo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183724_z099299732_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="choo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: MMMMMMMM....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #25 &amp; 26:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a two-in-one story (although they are in no way related).&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this one isn't a beef story.  This is a vomit story.  We're drinking smoothies in the Q when Sean hears "Bleeeehhcchhh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I look over and see this guy with blue shorts hunched over looking at the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at &lt;b&gt;his own vomit&lt;/b&gt;.  So I say what any other humane person would say: "Are you alright?"  He sez: "Yeah, I'm ..... BLLLEEEEEECCCCCHHHHHH!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;The vomitter will now from this day forth be forever known as TGWTU (the guy who throws up).&lt;br /&gt;By now the smoothie TGWTU ordered is finished and Jerome (who works with me at smoothie king) sez: "Here's your smoothie....ewwww."&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the other smoothie king employees (who incidentally, looks like Olen Rambow)&lt;br /&gt;has to clean up the vomit because Jerome wanted to go try out for Pearl Harbor (even though he left &lt;b&gt;after&lt;/b&gt; the vomit was all cleaned up, but that's another story). The vomit was on the floor, on the table, on the chairs, oops, maybe I shouldn't mention that.  Then I go to make another smoothie and I turn around and see TGWTU with his hands lifted up saying "can I wash my hands?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "yes....over there."&lt;br /&gt;then his girlfriend came and he acted like he never threw up and he left.  Then he came back because he forgot his watch or something and we all carefully watched him to make sure he didn't spew again.  TGWTU seems like a pretty cool guy.  Too bad about the circumstances the surrounded our first impression of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next story happened at Rice.  We were doing fly's with the machine with weights on both sides.  I finished one set and then it was Sean's turn but then this weird guy steps in and takes one side of the machine and does tricep exercises.  And then we're like: "I guess we're done with flys now."&lt;br /&gt;"This is definitely going in the beef files."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183727/" title="All who oppose the dark side will be defeated, by my hardcoreness"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183727_9fad259f8c_t.jpg" width="78" height="100" alt="david" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: HOWDY!!!!  WELL PAINT ME RED AND SLAP ME SILLY IF THAT AIN'T THE BEEFIEST&lt;br /&gt;BEEF IN THE WHOLE DURN STATE O' TEXAS.  Y'ALL COME BACK NOW, YA HEAR????  YEEEEEHAWWW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOOOVVEEE BEIN' A TEXAN!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #24:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Obi Wan Kenobi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were, trying to rescue some teenage princess who evidently fell in love with a seven year-old boy with jedi powers when this dumb looking jive-talking alien named jar-jar &lt;br /&gt;comes along and totally ruins the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183752/" title="I'll kill you all"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183752_e9f5294118_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="maul" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: JAR JAR MUST DIE IN EPISODE 2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #23:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Joyce Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean S. Kim - he killed Mr. BIG BEAR at the Lee Family Backyard next to the swimming pool. Mr. BIG BEAR was our family BEAR although he is really nonexistent. But since Sean claims he killed a bear in our backyard, I will claim that we had a bear named Mr. BIG BEAR. GRRRR! Mr. BIG BEAR was our family pet. How would you feel if Sean went over and killed your family pet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of him after he defeated Mr. BIG BEAR. He looks very savage. Maybe he needs to be locked up.&lt;br /&gt;(picture was removed because it was too graphic.. one or more nipple hairs could be clearly seen)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183763/" title="This is Sean Kim's lesser known brother"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183763_51ea895cd8_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="shawn" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: I'M NOT SEAN, I'M SHAWN, SEAN'S EVIL TWIN!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #22:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Becky Seo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a "regular" at the &lt;A HREF="http://www.ugcs.caltech.edu/~samuell/cgi/ubb/Ultimate.cgi?action=intro"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ssolbbs&lt;/A&gt;, and this weirdo named meooooow cat says weird things!! well... it's not just that.. but i have beef with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry~ i'm just a random person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183765/" title="Steve is thinking right now..."&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183765_bc33db2178_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="steve" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: THE TRUTH IS....I AM MEOOOOOW CAT.  IT WAS ME ALL ALONG...MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HEAR ME ROAR....meowww...just kidding...PRETTY BEEFY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #21:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Jonathan Krause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I was waiting tables at SAKE LOUNGE. When this old couple walks in. I take their order, but when the guy wanted chuka salad. I had to tell him we were out of it for the day. At this point he threw the menu at me. THAT was some major beef there. He ordered some soup, which I brought out like 5 minutes later, and when I had it he said "Is it just me, or is the service a little slow tonight?" THAT SOUP CAME OUT FAASST I tell you. Then he complained it was too salty, and he didn't want to pay for it. He was asking for the manager every 5 minutes. I wanted to pour the soup on him. When he left, the pen I gave him so sign the bill with , APARENTLY didn't work. O well... He later wrote in a letter of complaint, he tried to be funny in it, o well. MAJOR BEEF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183746/" title="Guess what?  Beef."&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="joyce" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183746_10daa1b260_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  That's not just beef,&lt;br /&gt;it's a whole cow! You should've 'chunged' that guy on the head with the head&lt;br /&gt;of a bull before he escaped.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #20:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaay back, my friends and i wanted to toilet paper someone's house one day. I had some 2 week expired eggs also...  WE didn't know which house exactly the "victim" lived in, but as we were crossing the street to some houses, some cops drove by us and we jumped into our cars.  The cops stopped us and asked us what we were doing.  We tried to think up a story real quick thinking he didn't see all the t.p. in our hands, but before anyone could say something, the cop goes, "you have a little peice of evidence hanging out."  I had closed the door on some toilet paper and had given us away.  Oooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183759/" title="TP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183759_5fae7382fb_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="reuben" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  PHEW!!!  I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO'S HAD A RUN-IN WITH THE LAW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #19:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday I drove my car to Baytown and it was late when we got there, so i crashed there and left Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home Saturday and opened up the compartment (drink cubby hole)in my car to get my camera... only to discover my camera was gone! Some punk broke into my car and took my camera during the night.  It was a cheap, ghetto camera but it had a new roll of film with some good pictures on it.  :(  The house owner lives in a nice neighboorhood but you can't trust the neighbors.  I have beef with all of them until i find out who took it.  I have to go camera shopping now...bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183743/" title="Nope.  No crime in New Orleans."&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183743_0a1868a5dd_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="james" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  PHEW!!!  GOOD THING I LIVE IN LOUISIANA...WHERE NO CRIME EVER OCCURS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #18:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Joyce Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why the BEEF HAS BEEN ATTACKING ME LATELY! GrrrR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, me and Sam went to AMC30 to watch "X-Men" which was AWESOME by the way. Yes, we caught the last show on opening night, waited two hours in line, finally got the show started at 12:45 AM. Everything was going just fine... just right... that is, until the movie was over, and Joyce got up to leave. Then, she felt like she was stuck to something, and with a little effort, managed to get to her feet, but not before realizing something was stuck to her butt. HER BUTT. Plain gross. She felt her butt, and realized that she sat in some gum. Yes, old, dried gum is a little better than fresh juicy new gum, but it still makes situations sticky and gross. So Joyce was not happy because she was wearing nice clothes since she had just gotten back from a concert before she and Sam left to go watch the movie. She was very unhappy. She has beef with that seat. It is in theatre #16, 3 rows from the middle thing that separates the lower seats from the upper seats, and about 15 seats down. !&lt;br /&gt;You will see some greenish-blueish gum in the seat. Don't sit there. Unless you want to have a beef attack to write about. =( GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183765/" title="Steve is confused by all this talking in the third person"&gt;&lt;img alt="steve" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183765_bc33db2178_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  WAIT, SO WHO'S TELLING THIS STORY, SAM OR JOYCE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #17:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Joyce Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so once upon a time, I go on a mission trip to mexico - this was in the summer of '98. We're in Oaxaca, Mexico, and it's almost the last day of the trip. There are about 12-15 people riding in the bed of a pick-up truck coming back from the beach, and the people included in this truck are me, Jimmy Wu (one of the most awesome people ever to have lived), Sean Lindsay (oops, I mean Kim), and Angel I don't know his last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I forgot really what was going on before this, but suddenly, Sean gets up and smacks Angel "whap!" on the butt (Angel was one of the people standing up). Angel turns around, and is really surprised, and then Sean points and says "Gozo (Joyce) Gozo!" and I'm like "QUE?! QUE EN EL MUNDO?!" (not exact words) and Angel kinda laughs it off, and is like, uhh okay, and I'm like NOOO!! SEan!!! and then Angel is thinking whatever, so he turns back around. THen Jimmy Wu, who was laughing at seeing all this, gives Angel another realll spanker! Angel whips around again, and this time, he really thinks something's up. Jimmy imitates Sean, pointing at me and saying - "Gozo Gozo!" I'm pretty much fuming and I think Angel's butt is stinging, so he moves to the edge of the truck where he can sit down. Meanwhile, Sean replaces Angel and is standing up, so I take my chances and hit Sean in the butt! Then I'm like "Jimmy did it!" and Jimmy starts laughing and says "Haha, no, Joyce, haha!" a!&lt;br /&gt;nd SEan laughs at me and says "Yeah, good one Joyce!" and Angel is looking at me funny. That is where the original beef with Azn-Sen-Five-A-Tion came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WARNING: The above story was intended for mature audiences only.  If you accidentally read the story above and you are not old enough, I apologize for the pyschological trauma that you're sure to be feeling right now.  My bad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183761/" title="EEP!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183761_39adf40bb9_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="sean" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  I DENY ALL ACCUSATIONS THAT I TOUCHED ANOTHER MALE'S BUTTOCKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #16:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Joyce Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, so once upon a time - more like today, I had to go give Sam a ride home from work. So, Sam was driving back home, and we were on Gessner, going under the I-10 underpass, when I looked to the left, and there was a red '93 Honda Accord with the passenger side window open. Then, SUDDENLY, this guy spit on our car. I was like "WHAtaTAT the..?!?!!" and Sam was like, "what happened?" so I told him that the guy next door spit out some YELLOW CHUNKS and it almost landed on our car!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, we checked for yellow chunks, but luckily, the guy missed. But it was some heavy beef knowing that he was trying to spit on OUR CAR! I thought that was very rude. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183749/" title="NARF"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="krause" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183749_0b4f38dd42_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  I ALSO DENY ALL ACCUSATIONS THAT I TOUCHED ANOTHER MALE'S BUTTOCKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #15:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Okay, for your amusement I've dug deep into my own personal beef file and&lt;br /&gt;found some from way back when&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my junior year at WCS.  Nelson (A junior from Clements High School at the time), my brother &lt;A HREF="beef.html#nelson"&gt;Joel&lt;/A&gt;, and I didn't have anything to do so naturally we decided to go stalk someone from Clements.  This was around graduation time so the Clements seniors&lt;br /&gt;were having their pro-grad or whatever where the seniors spend the night at school (we never had one of those...stupid westbury)  Anyway...I don't think they would have actually let us&lt;br /&gt;into the building so instead we drove around the parking lot looking for Nelson's friend's&lt;br /&gt;car.  We did this for about 10 minutes until the "police officer" pulled us over.  Then we got nervous.  "Joel!!!  Put away that water gun!!!" I screamed.  To make a long story short, we're lucky to be alive, since the cop thought we were reaching for our "gats" and were about to "bust a cap."  He ended up searching the car and searching us.  We never went back to Clements ever again.  Except for Nelson, since he went to school there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183737/" title="YO MOMMA'S BEEFY"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183737_c5c6f4b77d_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="gilbert" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #14:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's another one from back in the day...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; An escapade during my sohpomore year in high school...My friend Ryan, &lt;A HREF="beef.html#nelson"&gt;Joel&lt;/a&gt;, and I started getting into the game of golf but were&lt;br /&gt;too poor to afford clubs, golf balls, club fees, etc., so to practice our driving&lt;br /&gt;we would go to the driving range in the middle of the night and pick up "stray" golf balls&lt;br /&gt;that were lying around.  On a good night, we would have at least four buckets full of golf&lt;br /&gt;balls that we would use the next day.  We rationalized our actions by saying that we were&lt;br /&gt;merely "borrowing" the balls since we would hit them back anyway (okay, I know it's wrong now, I learned my lesson, just keep reading...).  One night, there were four of us: Ryan, Jerome, Joel, and Me.  It was supposed to be another routine pickup, but something went horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;As we were returning to load the buckets of golfballs into my parents' van, a police car drove by and we all ducked behind a hill.  The cop slowed down and investigated my car (since it was illegally parked) and we decided to run away.  We devised a plan.  Jerome and Joel would wait with the golf balls at a secure location while Ryan and I would get the car and then pick them up.  After much sneaking around, we got to the car and thankfully found no tickets&lt;br /&gt;on it.  We drove to the secure location to make the pick-up but then we saw the lights of a car driving towards us.  In the next few frantic minutes, we hastily loaded the golf balls into the&lt;br /&gt;van but then ... THUDD.... golf balls all over the street.  We decided to abort the rest of the mission and cut our losses and we drove back to Ryan's place.  There we made a secret blood pact that we could never tell anyone what happened on that night....oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183759/" title="Is this story true or not?  You decide..."&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183759_5fae7382fb_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="reuben" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  NO COMMENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #13:&lt;br /&gt;Author: James Hsia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to my cousins' house a little while ago around dinnertime, but I &lt;br /&gt;had already eaten. Anyway, they are going out to eat at this restaurant I had &lt;br /&gt;just gone to 6 days ago, so I'm thinking, "I'll just stay here and play N64 &lt;br /&gt;or something". But no, they insist, so I go. It turns out that they're &lt;br /&gt;meeting some relatives from the side I'm not on (their mother's side) whom &lt;br /&gt;I've never seen before in my life. So all during dinner, I don't eat much &lt;br /&gt;because I already ate, and I don't know most of the people, so I just sit &lt;br /&gt;there quietly watching them talk and eat for an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183756/" title="Insert Beefy Remark Here"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183756_5e010602b6_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="olen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  EHHH, ALRIGHT WE'LL ACCEPT YOUR STORY THIS TIME BUT NEXT TIME IT HAS TO BE EVEN BEEFIER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #12:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to the national JACL convention...my aunt tells me I get to be the youth representative for the Mountain Plains district. Sounds good to me...right? So then, AFTER I'm already on the plane and can't escape, the same aunt informs me that actually when she told me that she ruined the lifelong dream of some girl in Colorado who wanted to be the rep. THEN she tells me that, not only did I forcibly (and unknowingly) take her spot, this girl will actually BE AT the convention. So I arrive and finally meet this girl, whose first words to me are "Hi. You took my spot. Thaaaaanks."&lt;br /&gt;So then it is decided that we are going to be CO-YOUTH REPS together. This means I'm sitting next to this girl the whole time!!! And not only were we co-reps at the convention, we're now co-reps for the next 2 years! I guess we're pretty cool with each other now...but sheesh...couldn't someone have told me or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183727/" title="I'm back from East Asia!!!  In pog form"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183727_9fad259f8c_t.jpg" width="78" height="100" alt="david" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  SO, IS THE GIRL PRETTY CUTE OR WHAT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #11:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and I had just finished working out at the Q and decided to sit in the sauna for a while&lt;br /&gt;when this guy starts telling us about Bible stuff.  Ok, I thought, cool, he must be a Christian.  Then he started saying weird stuff like Jesus isn't God so we started to tell him he was a bunch of crock when he had to leave.  It was at that point where Sean and I simultaneously exclaimed: "WHAT???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183730/" title="I'm in not in Krazy Kali!!!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183730_8d268b1422_t.jpg" width="85" height="100" alt="eric" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  PRETTY BLASPHEMOUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #10:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Sean Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i go into smoothie king with reub, and this weird european guy is talking to the big, buff smoothie king employee, showing him pictures of Jesus and funky angels. so i look on this name tag and he's from the Unification church! you know, the cult where that crazy gook thinks he's God. crazy gooks! pretty beefy with gooks now. he probably stole reub's spoiler. mmmmm.... might have to boycott kimchi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183759/" title="I didn't write this"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183759_5fae7382fb_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="reuben" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  PRETTY RACIST, SEAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #9:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Sean Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm standing in sammy's waiting for reub to come. then i see this weird &lt;br /&gt;guy whom i kinda knew last year. so i acknowledge his &lt;br /&gt;presence by raising my head, which is apparently a really cool way to say hi &lt;br /&gt;these days. i do it about 4 times and he completely ignores me all four &lt;br /&gt;times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183761/" title="MMMMMM!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183761_39adf40bb9_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="sean" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  MMMMMM...PRETTY BEEFY!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #8:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Sean Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i go on this ski trip and sit next to this girl. after not talking much to her AT ALL afterwards, i find out three months later that we've been going out for three months! good thing i had this thing for another girl, cause that's why she wanted to break up with me. pretty funny since i didn't think you could break up with someone you never went out with. pretty beefy......  niu rou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183730/" title="erk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183730_8d268b1422_t.jpg" width="85" height="100" alt="eric" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  WOW, I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT MUCH BEEF IN ONE PLACE IN MY LIFE SINCE THE GREAT BEEF EXPLOSION OF '99. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #7:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Sean Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i go into the brown elevator. i need to get to the fourth floor but i got a ball of gas waiting to eurupt in my pants. so i know i can hold it, but then this dude says "hold the elevator!" so now i need to wait for the door to close again. mmmm... i showed him. left a fart nice and silent but deadly in smell. upon reaching the fourth floor it hadn't smelled yet, but i know he felt the effects of my wrath. i still got beef with him, and he sure does have beef with me..... pretty.....  STINKY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183743/" title="Pretty Embarassing"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="james" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183743_0a1868a5dd_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  HMMM, COULD THIS BEEF STORY BE RELATED TO BEEF STORY #3?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #6:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while working at Smoothie King(tm), I was blasting FinKL music and making&lt;br /&gt;a smoothie for a customer so my back was turned...then all of a sudden the music volume&lt;br /&gt;goes down and I turn around and see one of the Q managers sneaking away from&lt;br /&gt;the CD player.  Then I was like, "YOU'D BETTER RUN, PUNK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183737/" title="Word to yo mutha"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183737_c5c6f4b77d_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="gilbert" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  YO DAWG, THAT'S BEEFY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #5:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Eric Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying the solitude of one of the Mudd computer labs...listening&lt;br /&gt;to and watching videos of car races. I normally can't do that in the labs&lt;br /&gt;cuz there are too many innocent bystanders who don't want to listen&lt;br /&gt;along. So, there I go, I've got "The Touch" playing and a big Supra&lt;br /&gt;burnout on the screen, and in walks this Asian girl. She gives me a dirty&lt;br /&gt;look and sits down. So I have to shut it all down and pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;updating my web page quietly. Unfortunately, this girl called in her&lt;br /&gt;teacher or something and she also came in the lab and started playing&lt;br /&gt;around...the two of them were having a grand ole time laughing at my&lt;br /&gt;inability to watch mpegs. They finally left like 45 minutes later, so here&lt;br /&gt;I am...oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183759/" title="Got Beef?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183759_5fae7382fb_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="reuben" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  WHOA MAMA THAT'S BEEFY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #4:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Hakeem Olajuwon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last time, leave my family alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183727/" title="Hi, I'm David Kang"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183727_9fad259f8c_t.jpg" width="78" height="100" alt="david" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  BEEFY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beef Story #3:&lt;br /&gt;Author: Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I was in the elevator when this guy came&lt;br /&gt;in and farted.  I knew I didn't fart, but he must&lt;br /&gt;have not known he farted because he&lt;br /&gt;gave me this weird look like I was the one who farted or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183761/" title="You know it's beefy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183761_39adf40bb9_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="sean" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT: PRETTY BEEFY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-79772808?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/79772808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/vintage-beef-its-acquired-taste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/79772808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/79772808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/vintage-beef-its-acquired-taste.html' title='Vintage Beef: It&apos;s an acquired taste (Story #3-40)'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-79772633</id><published>2002-08-03T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:35:40.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #2</title><content type='html'>Author: Dulles Thug&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy keeps hanging around my driveway and looking at my car.  I think he's jealous of the new spoiler on my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183756/" title="Quit with the beef stuff already"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183756_5e010602b6_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="olen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  EH, PRETTY BEEFY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-79772633?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/79772633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/beef-story-2-author-dulles-thug-mature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/79772633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/79772633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/beef-story-2-author-dulles-thug-mature.html' title='Beef Story #2'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680482.post-79772600</id><published>2002-08-03T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:35:18.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef Story #1</title><content type='html'>Author: Anonymous Brown Resident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I made my usual trip to the community refrigerator to pick up some ice cream when to my surprise I found a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream with dirt, expired milk, and ants in it!!!  I ate it anyway, just to spite the owner...but the NERVE of that guy!  Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/zig2101/7183749/" title="wo shi niurou"&gt;&lt;img width="75" alt="krause" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/7183749_0b4f38dd42_s.jpg" height="75"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE VERDICT:  PRETTY BEEFIFIED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3680482-79772600?l=beefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/feeds/79772600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/beef-story-1-author-anonymous-brown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/79772600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3680482/posts/default/79772600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beefs.blogspot.com/2002/08/beef-story-1-author-anonymous-brown.html' title='Beef Story #1'/><author><name>Reuben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
