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Meanwhile, in the past, his best friend is trying reopen the temporal portal by taking literal advice metaphorically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-4609419637926873947?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/4609419637926873947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/4609419637926873947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/07/time-traveler-from-dark-ages-takes.html" title="" /><author><name>Neil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6An9FYLS9Hc/SeWESSUretI/AAAAAAAAASE/7OAYABY-3eA/S220/profile.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cMSXY_eip7ImA9WhdSE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-55042197868103807</id><published>2011-07-21T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:11:28.842-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-22T02:11:28.842-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Neil" /><title /><content type="html">A cameraman's perspective on life changes after starting a new job at a morning news show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-55042197868103807?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/55042197868103807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/55042197868103807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/07/cameramans-perspective-on-life-changes.html" title="" /><author><name>Neil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6An9FYLS9Hc/SeWESSUretI/AAAAAAAAASE/7OAYABY-3eA/S220/profile.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEDQX04eip7ImA9WhdSEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-2129356443090968260</id><published>2011-07-20T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T00:47:50.332-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-21T00:47:50.332-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Neil" /><title /><content type="html">A man has a dispute with a coworker about an episode of &lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt;. He's so upset by the argument that the next day he brings a frost giant to the office to crush his coworker's coffee mug, desk, and head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-2129356443090968260?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/2129356443090968260?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/2129356443090968260?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/07/man-has-dispute-with-coworker-about.html" title="" /><author><name>Neil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6An9FYLS9Hc/SeWESSUretI/AAAAAAAAASE/7OAYABY-3eA/S220/profile.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YAQ3k6cCp7ImA9WhdSE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-2480946110551042325</id><published>2011-07-19T12:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:12:22.718-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-22T02:12:22.718-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Neil" /><title /><content type="html">At a business seminar, an older gentleman confides in a few strangers that he loves white bread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-2480946110551042325?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/2480946110551042325?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/2480946110551042325?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/07/at-business-seminar-older-gentleman.html" title="" /><author><name>Neil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6An9FYLS9Hc/SeWESSUretI/AAAAAAAAASE/7OAYABY-3eA/S220/profile.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMNQH8zeyp7ImA9WhdSEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-2731563452574232492</id><published>2011-07-18T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T01:14:51.183-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-19T01:14:51.183-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Neil" /><title /><content type="html">Every night, a man washes his wife's dirty hair while she's sleeping. 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Please say yes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-1899342601961513054?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/1899342601961513054?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/1899342601961513054?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/07/alexander-graham-bells-dying-words-were.html" title="" /><author><name>Neil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6An9FYLS9Hc/SeWESSUretI/AAAAAAAAASE/7OAYABY-3eA/S220/profile.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4ESXg7cSp7ImA9WhdTFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-195384401092904947</id><published>2011-07-14T16:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T16:55:08.609-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-14T16:55:08.609-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Neil" /><title /><content type="html">A thirteen-year-old makes a bundle by selling pills to his friends, making them sick so they can get out of school. The pills are his dead dad's chemo pills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-195384401092904947?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/195384401092904947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/195384401092904947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/07/thirteen-year-old-makes-bundle-by.html" title="" /><author><name>Neil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6An9FYLS9Hc/SeWESSUretI/AAAAAAAAASE/7OAYABY-3eA/S220/profile.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04EQXk8cCp7ImA9WhdTFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-9222814998391907204</id><published>2011-07-13T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T23:58:20.778-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-13T23:58:20.778-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Neil" /><title /><content type="html">A fat kid tells his mom he doesn't love her anymore, because she forgot to pick up chewy granola bars at the grocery store. The mom tries to tell herself that it's not true, but she knows it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-9222814998391907204?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/9222814998391907204?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/9222814998391907204?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/07/fat-kid-tells-his-mom-he-doesnt-love.html" title="" /><author><name>Neil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6An9FYLS9Hc/SeWESSUretI/AAAAAAAAASE/7OAYABY-3eA/S220/profile.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMNSHkzcSp7ImA9WhdTFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-7748329354485836647</id><published>2011-07-12T11:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T01:04:59.789-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-13T01:04:59.789-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Neil" /><title /><content type="html">A woman impresses her new father-in-law by reciting her husband's childhood stories. 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He had cheated on his final... wife!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-2209519028998293989?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/2209519028998293989?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/2209519028998293989?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/07/kid-finds-joke-printed-on-his-popsicle.html" title="" /><author><name>Neil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6An9FYLS9Hc/SeWESSUretI/AAAAAAAAASE/7OAYABY-3eA/S220/profile.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFRnY8cSp7ImA9Wx9UFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-1936636704992235310</id><published>2011-02-08T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:58:37.879-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-13T23:58:37.879-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Thomas" /><title /><content type="html">A man expresses his frustration at not making the Olympic team by lowering the value of gold, silver, and bronze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-1936636704992235310?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/1936636704992235310?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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Your Dragon&lt;/span&gt; is left on a bus stop bench for a random kid to find so that she has a better shot at winning her school's Oscar pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-4334345798606186057?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/4334345798606186057?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/4334345798606186057?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/02/dvd-screener-of-how-to-train-your.html" title="" /><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433204093244297384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBQHs5fSp7ImA9Wx9UFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-5240484017340969673</id><published>2011-02-06T16:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:57:31.525-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-13T23:57:31.525-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Thomas" /><title /><content type="html">A woman makes a commercial to air during the Super Bowl where she explains why she will never eat prunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-5240484017340969673?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/5240484017340969673?v=2" /><link rel="self" 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candy bars become an important part of their balanced breakfasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-331294099291423868?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/331294099291423868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/331294099291423868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/02/when-men-start-losing-fat-for-no-reason.html" title="" /><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433204093244297384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QMRHw6fCp7ImA9Wx9UFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-4394743844018392979</id><published>2011-02-04T13:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:56:25.214-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-13T23:56:25.214-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Thomas" /><title /><content type="html">A fan tweets to his favorite celebrity while watching her new movie and is surprised as the character on screen reads his tweet to the romantic interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-4394743844018392979?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/4394743844018392979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/4394743844018392979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/02/fan-tweets-to-his-favorite-celebrity.html" title="" /><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433204093244297384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QCR3g4cCp7ImA9Wx9UFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-5233559821697931419</id><published>2011-02-04T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:56:06.638-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-13T23:56:06.638-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Neil" /><title /><content type="html">A woman visualizes her poop before attempting to poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-5233559821697931419?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/5233559821697931419?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/5233559821697931419?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/02/woman-visualizes-her-poop-before.html" title="" /><author><name>Neil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6An9FYLS9Hc/SeWESSUretI/AAAAAAAAASE/7OAYABY-3eA/S220/profile.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEAQXs9cSp7ImA9Wx9VF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-6863279905351085753</id><published>2011-02-03T17:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T17:04:00.569-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-03T17:04:00.569-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Neil" /><title /><content type="html">A touring carnival stops in a small town, inspiring its people to train themselves to become freaks, acrobats, clowns, and lion tamers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-6863279905351085753?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/6863279905351085753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/6863279905351085753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/02/touring-carnival-stops-in-small-town.html" title="" /><author><name>Neil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6An9FYLS9Hc/SeWESSUretI/AAAAAAAAASE/7OAYABY-3eA/S220/profile.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QBSX4zeCp7ImA9Wx9UFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-7319805762580255727</id><published>2011-02-03T13:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:55:58.080-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-13T23:55:58.080-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Thomas" /><title /><content type="html">A gentleman hires a tramp to pretend to be his brother at a will reading. The ruse goes wrong when the tramp turns out to be the gentleman's long-lost brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-7319805762580255727?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/7319805762580255727?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/7319805762580255727?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/02/gentleman-hires-tramp-to-pretend-to-be.html" title="" /><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433204093244297384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcFSHc5cCp7ImA9Wx9VF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-6452876746475177143</id><published>2011-02-02T17:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T01:53:39.928-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-03T01:53:39.928-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Neil" /><title /><content type="html">Trapped in a strange void, a young man spends his time catching up on sleep and writing reviews of the films he can remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-6452876746475177143?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/6452876746475177143?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/6452876746475177143?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/02/trapped-in-strange-void-young-man.html" title="" /><author><name>Neil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6An9FYLS9Hc/SeWESSUretI/AAAAAAAAASE/7OAYABY-3eA/S220/profile.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UMSHg-eSp7ImA9Wx9UFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-928956075903086048</id><published>2011-02-02T13:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:54:49.651-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-13T23:54:49.651-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Thomas" /><title /><content type="html">Disapproval of an actor's portrayal of a supporting character leads an audience member to yell "Butts!" at the stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-928956075903086048?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/928956075903086048?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/928956075903086048?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/02/disapproval-of-actors-portrayal-of.html" title="" /><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433204093244297384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcFRnc-fSp7ImA9Wx9VF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-6751817845773329092</id><published>2011-02-01T19:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:20:17.955-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-03T21:20:17.955-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Thomas" /><title /><content type="html">Dan skips work so that he can order concert tickets. When his boss finds out, he demands that Dan forget about his girlfriend and take his boss along to the show. While at the show, Dan finally quits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-6751817845773329092?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/6751817845773329092?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/6751817845773329092?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/02/dan-skips-work-so-that-he-can-order.html" title="" /><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433204093244297384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BQnc9fip7ImA9Wx9VF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-5524618881998562238</id><published>2011-02-01T18:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T01:50:53.966-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-03T01:50:53.966-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Neil" /><title /><content type="html">Clydesdales are only able to answer math problems involving beer. They're bred for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951616551283075323-5524618881998562238?l=dailypremise.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/5524618881998562238?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951616551283075323/posts/default/5524618881998562238?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailypremise.com/2011/02/clydesdales-are-only-able-to-answer.html" title="" /><author><name>Neil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6An9FYLS9Hc/SeWESSUretI/AAAAAAAAASE/7OAYABY-3eA/S220/profile.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HRng-eSp7ImA9Wx9VF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951616551283075323.post-2551289267642330899</id><published>2011-01-31T19:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T01:50:37.651-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-03T01:50:37.651-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Thomas" /><title /><content type="html">A class president is elected on the platform of more snow days. When he discovers that he has no real power, he becomes bitter and angry. 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