<?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-300143291349307591</id><updated>2012-01-17T12:35:33.790-08:00</updated><category term='canada yukon greasers'/><category term='homeTulsa'/><category term='Canada British Columbia BC'/><category term='canada'/><category term='rumble fun rumblefish outsiders'/><category term='fight'/><title type='text'>Dally's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-1174499327567429113</id><published>2011-08-15T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T05:51:28.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say. I don't even want to talk about it right now. Don't even mention it to my face. I wasn't going to blog but then i thought well maybe you guys wanna knowwhy I am in jail right now. But it's quite obvious. I did something illegal and got caught. I guess I put no effort in trying not to get caught. Whats the use right? It's not like I need to work anymore. I don't havea damn fuckin family to feed anymore so who the fuck cares where I am. I sure as hell don't. I'm thinking of moving back to NYC. Nothin for me in Tulsa no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-1174499327567429113?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1174499327567429113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=1174499327567429113' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/1174499327567429113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/1174499327567429113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-8073757152337606463</id><published>2011-04-27T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:40:51.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a crazy ass mother fucker</title><content type='html'>A lot of shit has happened. Including Blazes first birthday. It was so weird, knowing he is already one. The party was awesome and of course mostly everyone got wasted.&lt;br /&gt;And a couple days later everyone came over to our house and we watched the hockey game. Boston vs. Montreal. Game 7. It went into over time so everyone was flipping shit. Mostly me and Angela were yellin at eachother and the tv. Then it happened. Boston scored. I was out of my seat at them time and i just fell into the couch. Shit. I knew what was coming.&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA! WHAT NOW, WINSTON?!?!?! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BUDDYYYYYYYYYYYY!"&lt;br /&gt;At that moment in time I was in the red zone. I so wanted to kick her ass. But i tried to restrain myself, knowing she is a girl and super weak. But she just kept goin on. So i grabbed her and practically ran up the stairs outside and dropped her in the garbage can. I just laughed at her and she was screaming. No one else came out to help her so I went back inside and sat on the couch with everyone else. Most of us were sad that the bruins won, but oh well, its not like they will win the stanley cup. So iwas just eating some chips, drinkin some beer, and talking to Soda and Steve when liquid got poured on my head. I froze. Then turned around to see Angela all gross and smelly from the garbage, holding a empty beer can.&lt;br /&gt;"You mother fucker wasting my beer!!" i shouted then jumped off the back of the couch and she ran away. i caught her and dumped the rest of my beer on her head. Thats better than breaking her neck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-8073757152337606463?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8073757152337606463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=8073757152337606463' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/8073757152337606463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/8073757152337606463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-are-crazy-ass-mother-fucker.html' title='You are a crazy ass mother fucker'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-2178171456903016341</id><published>2011-03-30T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T15:47:30.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new job</title><content type='html'>I was playing with Carter and Blaze in the living room when the doorbell rang. It was this guy and he asked who built our house. I said I did and he said he loved my work and was wondering if I wanted a job. So now I am framing houses during the day and being a bouncer at night. I will be bringing in lots of money but I won't be able to spend as much time with everyone. Haha I will quit one of them soon :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way Blazes birthdays coming up. We are for sure gonna party it up, don't know the exact plan yet, but we will keep you posted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-2178171456903016341?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2178171456903016341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=2178171456903016341' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/2178171456903016341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/2178171456903016341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-job.html' title='new job'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-5117275549132899492</id><published>2011-03-02T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:31:23.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF UR KIDDIN ME</title><content type='html'>Right when your life is going good and everything is going exactly how you wanted. Shit happens. Every fucking time. Then you are all ooh it can only get better. But we should know better. When shit happens. It will just get worse and worse.&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I have filled in the puzzle pieces. I now know why Mia just desided to contact me now. I thought it was just because she felt like ruining my life. No. I didn't quite have it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a phone call. From the police station. I didn't understand why they would be calling me. But I answered. They told me Mia commited suicide. I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything at first. But they told me she wrote a note. Everythin was explained.&lt;br /&gt;The reason she finally contacted me after all those years was because she just broke up with her boyfriend and had nothing. She was working but spent it all on drugs. She knew she couldn't take care of Carter and she didn't no anyone she trusted him with, not even her parents. So aperntly she contacted me so Carter would for sure have someone when she died. And when she found out I had a wife and kid she thought it was perfect and she knew it was her time to go. I thought it was because she wanted my money. But that wasn't the case at all.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorow I have to pick up Carter. Blair won't talk to me about the subject so I'm guessing he's not allowed in my house. I don't know what the fuck to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-5117275549132899492?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5117275549132899492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=5117275549132899492' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/5117275549132899492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/5117275549132899492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/wtf-ur-kiddin-me.html' title='WTF UR KIDDIN ME'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-1547118158403043594</id><published>2011-02-14T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T17:55:42.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>I came home from shift at work at 3am. All day (night) i was planning valentines day. In the morning after Blair kissed me good morning and layed Blaze in bed beside me."Happy Valentines day" I smiled."Happy valentines day babe" she kissed me again. She had to go to Sylvia's so I had to babysit Blaze... on 5 hours of sleep. I prayed hed sleep a bit longer beside me so I didn't move and after a while either did he so I fell back to sleep. But after about 20min he was jumping on me so I got up. I took him to the store with me. We picked up some flowers and and stuff. I let him pick out what he wanted to get his mom, but he just tried to grab everything, and at one point he had some rose petals in his mouth...We went back home and I put the the roses and chocolate on the table with a card. Then we went outside and played with Shr!mp and Java. Finally Blair got back home so we went back in. She had already read the card. "I love u too baby" she said. I hugged her. I then reached in my pocket and grabbed a diamond necklace and put it on her.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day we just hung out and Blaze took his first few steps by himself. It was pretty kool.Then at supper I cooked us up some steaks and patatoes. I didn't let Blair help me :p Damn, I must say that was a fucking delisious meal haha must I hope Blair doesn't notice, I don't want her to make me cook all the time because of that :pAfter we cleaned up, bathed Blaze and put him to bed, we had some nice Valentines day... Cuddling. Ya. We will just call it cuddling... ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-1547118158403043594?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1547118158403043594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=1547118158403043594' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/1547118158403043594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/1547118158403043594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-4949004053875265650</id><published>2011-02-06T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:23:17.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im defintly fucked</title><content type='html'>I walked into the hospital... so many bad memories, like when Blair and Blaze were in a car accident and Dimitri getting hit... If this kid ends up being mine, there might not be a "Dally and Blair" again... I sat down in the wating room.  Mia and Carter should be here soon.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Dallas"&lt;br /&gt;I looked up and saw a girl I recognised. "Wow it's been a while"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah over three years..." she said. I looked down and saw a little boy. Wow he looks a lot like Blaze.&lt;br /&gt;"This is Carter?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"yeah..."  Just then my uncle Dr. Winston called me into this little room.&lt;br /&gt;"Another kid Dallas?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I hope not.  I hope to fucking god not."&lt;br /&gt;He took some blood tests and I went back to sit outside the room and wait.  Mia was there.&lt;br /&gt;"So I don't know if I want to tell him that your his father..."&lt;br /&gt;"I might not be!"&lt;br /&gt;"Dallas... When I found out I was pregnant you were the only guy i slept with within 4 months of that.  There's a really really really big possibility tha he is yours.  But I don't know if I can tell him your his dad.  He hasn't had a dad in hislife ever.  But I need the money"&lt;br /&gt;"Well I have a family to take care of and hardly any extra money to give man.  I dunno what to say but I don't think I can help you.  And I don't even think my wife wants to."&lt;br /&gt;Just then a nurse came over with Carter.  I just sat there quiet for which seemed like forever and finally Jelly's dad came out.&lt;br /&gt;"He's your son" I new this could have been a possibility but it still hit me hard.  This was going to ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck" was all i could say and I walked out of the hospital and went home to some how tell Blair..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-4949004053875265650?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4949004053875265650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=4949004053875265650' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4949004053875265650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4949004053875265650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-defintly-fucked.html' title='im defintly fucked'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-7515300873811118717</id><published>2011-01-27T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:08:10.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so fucked</title><content type='html'>I came home from work, Blaze was already sleeping, and walked into the kitchen were Blair was.&lt;br /&gt;"hey babe" i went to go kiss her and she turned around and walked towards the fridge, opening it. "whats wrong?" she closed the fridge, didnt even get anything. i could tell she was pissed. She was hardly looking at me but then i got a death glare."baby whats up?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you cheating on me Dallas?"&lt;br /&gt;"no"&lt;br /&gt;"you fucking liar!"&lt;br /&gt;"what the fuck? I never cheated on you!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not an idiot, next time dont give the slut ur phone number"&lt;br /&gt;"What the fuck are you talking about? I didnt give any slut my phone number!"&lt;br /&gt;"I was fuckin talking to her. She called this morning looking for you."&lt;br /&gt;"Who??"&lt;br /&gt;"Just the fuck out"&lt;br /&gt;"im not gonna leave til u tell me what the fuck is going on! i have no clue who the fuck this slut is ur talking about!"&lt;br /&gt;"Im talking about that fucking chick Mia you knocked up!"&lt;br /&gt;"what?! I havent slept with a difernt girl in like 5 or something months!"&lt;br /&gt;"tell that to the whore who called here"&lt;br /&gt;"are you sure it was the right number?"&lt;br /&gt;"go to hell"&lt;br /&gt;"baby i wouldnt cheat on u. i promised! im serious i have no idea who the hell this is"&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you give me a call when you figure it out, now get out"&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck! I didnt even know what do to so i slammed the door and left.  I went to Kits, Two-bits, and Jelly's place.  I took there phonebook and sat on the couch, i didnt hear/listen to anything they were saying I was gonna find this out.  It took me a million calls to find her.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey is Mia there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Speaking"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey its Dallas"&lt;br /&gt;"I was looking for you"&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell is going on? You told my wife I knocked you up and she thinks im cheating on her! what the hell!"&lt;br /&gt;"That was your wife? Wow, I didnt think you would ever get married.."&lt;br /&gt;"Can you just tell me why the fuck you called"&lt;br /&gt;"I need child support"&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;"like i need money from the father of my child."&lt;br /&gt;"what child?"&lt;br /&gt;"Your child"&lt;br /&gt;".... care to explain?"&lt;br /&gt;"When we hooked up three years ago..."&lt;br /&gt;"I HAVE A THREE YEAR OLD KID I DIDNT KNOW ABOUT?!"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah.. i didnt think you would have wanted to know about it, but now i really need the money"&lt;br /&gt;"And you think I have money to give you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not asking for that much"&lt;br /&gt;"what is this kids name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Carter,  Carter Ryan Jones"&lt;br /&gt;"And hes three?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes.."&lt;br /&gt;"okay.." fuck i could hardly think. "Ill call you back in a couple days.. i have to talk to my wife"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-7515300873811118717?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7515300873811118717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=7515300873811118717' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/7515300873811118717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/7515300873811118717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-so-fucked.html' title='I&apos;m so fucked'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-5197722894721107088</id><published>2011-01-24T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:15:07.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GmaWinston</title><content type='html'>So I'm not going to be in jail that long only 2 days or so. I wasn't expecting any visiters so when the gaurds told me someone was here to see me I had no idea who it coulda been. I thought maybe Blair with Blaze so I could see them, I didn't know.  So when I saw grandma Liz I was taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;"Dallas..."&lt;br /&gt;Haha I don't have to care what she thinks bout this. "why are you here?" I asked wondering why she's in tulsa.&lt;br /&gt;"why are YOU here?"&lt;br /&gt;I just looked a her. &lt;br /&gt;"you have a family to take care of Dallas. You can't be out doing fucking shit and get yourself thrown in jail!"&lt;br /&gt;I just raised my eyebrows at her.&lt;br /&gt;"what did you do this time you little fuck?"&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but crack a smile. Haha she called me a little fuck! Hahaha"nothin big. Kinda ridiculous that I'm in jail for it actually"&lt;br /&gt;She just shook her head at me. "Dallas are you ever gonna learn how to tame the tiger? Just cause it wants to play doesn't mean it's playtime"&lt;br /&gt;"grandma I didn't rape anybody!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not talkin about that u dumb shit. I'm talking about how Blair is pregnant"&lt;br /&gt;"how do you know about that?"&lt;br /&gt;"I listen on the streets Dallas.. I listen on the streets..."&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? Haha "yeah well Im not gonna get her pregnant again"&lt;br /&gt;"oh you chopped off your balls?"&lt;br /&gt;"what?? No!"&lt;br /&gt;"then how can u make sure of that?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just will. We were drunk and didn't use a condom ONE time. "&lt;br /&gt;"actually you have two kids Dallas, so that would be twice."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"how many other kids do you have out there? 3?5?"&lt;br /&gt;"none"&lt;br /&gt;"how do you know mister?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't but they would most likely tell me wouldn't they?"&lt;br /&gt;"not if they were whores and didn't know who the father even was.. You should really consider getting fixed haha"&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;"and you should consider leaving the fucking police station right now"&lt;br /&gt;"don't fuckin talk to me like that"&lt;br /&gt;" I can talk how ever the fuck I want I'm pretty sure."&lt;br /&gt;"now your just upset because you are gonna have 2 babies to take care of so I will forgive you for yelling at me, your own grandma"&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;"well if im gonna bail u out you better get ur ass home to your troubeled wife and soon to be 2 babies"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah yeah just get me out of this joint"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-5197722894721107088?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5197722894721107088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=5197722894721107088' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/5197722894721107088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/5197722894721107088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/gmawinston.html' title='GmaWinston'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-6881774746933659143</id><published>2011-01-23T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T14:11:56.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jail</title><content type='html'>So I was in the store picking up some beer and ciggarrettes when these two little kids came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;"do you know where babys come from?" and I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, why?"&lt;br /&gt;"our parents won't tell us and we want to know. can you tell us?" i just want to go home! fuck...&lt;br /&gt;"ok so you have a guy and a girl and they have sex, and the guy doesn't wear a condom, then you have a baby" they were looking at me weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;"sex?"&lt;br /&gt;"ya...."&lt;br /&gt;"whats sex?"&lt;br /&gt;"when you fuck a girl"&lt;br /&gt;"You said a bad word!" Why was I even talking to these kids??&lt;br /&gt;"ok when you are turned on and you put your dick in her pussy. thats sex" haha I didn't know how to explain it to them.&lt;br /&gt;Then some lady walked up to all of us. "what the hell are you talking about infront of my kids?"&lt;br /&gt;"uhh..." she started dialing. shit -.-&lt;br /&gt;she called in the cops and they took me in for harrasment... but im only locked up for 2 days. fucking dumbass kids...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-6881774746933659143?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6881774746933659143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=6881774746933659143' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/6881774746933659143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/6881774746933659143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/jail.html' title='Jail'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-3563824031599260249</id><published>2011-01-21T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T12:14:56.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hockey night</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to write a post in a while so I'll catch you up on a few things first.  On Jan 1st at midnight I married the most beautiful girl on the planet. I am so lucky, Blair I love you :) It was a pretty awesome wedding... a lot of partying... haha.  Also if you don't know, we are having another kid. .... somebody should make sure that we are havin protected sex when we are drunk! fuck. haha. anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesturday Blair, Katie, Soda and I were gonna have a couples night.  But then Katie thought of just Blair and her go out, while Soda and I stay at my house and hang out... but watch Blaze.  It was a good idea because the hockey game was on.  So we were just drinking some beer and eating pizza that we got delivered.  The pizza girl was pretty hot I think i  might have tipped her to much but as I recall SODA made me! haha. We watched my favorite team, NewYork Rangers, play Carolina. I fuckin hate Carolina so we were getting kinda loud yelling at the TV and cracking more beer open so we could throw the cans at the wall (my tv is to nice to throw cans at it :p) Soda threw a peice of pizza on the tv -.- haha i made him clean it off. So the rangers lost 4-1. But we also watched the Dallas Stars play because thats my next favorite team since its the closest to Tulsa, and its Sodas favorite team.  So we watched them kick the Oilers ass.  But on 2nd intermition Soda was like "Wheres Blaze?"&lt;br /&gt;"ooh shit! I havent seen him since like... 4 hours ago"&lt;br /&gt;"No he watched the first period of the rangers game"&lt;br /&gt;"fuuckk man i dont even remember!"&lt;br /&gt;We started looking for him franticly.  In couch cushins and behind the window blinds.  I checked in the cupboards and cabnits. Soda checked the toilet and shower.  Then I was like "do you think he maybe got into the fridge....??"&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK HE PROBBALY DID!!!! HES GONNA HAVE FROST BITE" soda freaked out and ran to the fridge but slipped on some water that was spilled on the ground and fell on his back. I couldnt stop laughing.  I opened the fridge. Damnit no kid.&lt;br /&gt;"Shit man we lost him!" i said.&lt;br /&gt;"We didnt look in the masterbedrooms toilet!" soda exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;We ran across the house to my room and ran into the bathroom but I thought I saw something on my bed so i stropped quickly, but soda didnt have the fast reflexes that i have and crashed into me then hitting his head on the wall. I looked on the bed and there was Blaze all curled up and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck ya we found him!" soda said kinda loud.&lt;br /&gt;"fuck we have to be quiet hes sleeping" im pretty sure i was talkin just as loud.&lt;br /&gt;i picked him up and put him in his crib. "ok whatever happens, we did not lose him!" soda said.&lt;br /&gt;"for sure. ok perfect timing third period is about to start."&lt;br /&gt;So they came home at around 1:30 and we were playin NHL 11. I was kickin sodas ass. blair asked me how blaze was and i told her he was super good hardly made any noise.. hahha yeah we didnt tell them we lost him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-3563824031599260249?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3563824031599260249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=3563824031599260249' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/3563824031599260249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/3563824031599260249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/hockey-night.html' title='hockey night'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-5435081056432987231</id><published>2010-12-29T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:20:59.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas? I think so</title><content type='html'>So we had a fucking awesome party at our house on christmas.  Everyone thats awesome/important was there.  fuckin good food.. we ordered a lot of it haha it was great. There was a bit of a food fight... And of course we had the dirty chinese gift exchange... i was half drunk so i dont remember what y'all got. So tell me in the comments. I got hand cuffs that were fuzzy and ya..its gonna be fun ;p. I remember people getting lingrie, viborators, playboys, and pretty much everything.  So we partyed hard and shit. Oh and we fuckin played street hockey some of us. I kicked ass, and everyone wanted to be on my team haha.  Exept then Soda was about to shoot on open net so i fuckin ran to save it and he canned me hard with his stick. fuck im still mad at him for that haha. Then the next morning my bathroom fuckin reaked. And turns out someone puked on the floor and whiped it up with a towel and hung it back up. It was fuckin disgusting haha but i kinda laughed. but whoever you were im gonna fuckin beat u. So tell me who it was :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess i should add this in. I got Blair and I a honeymoon in vegas. And also got her a white gold necklace thats pretty fuckin kool. And Blaze got a park with a swing and all that plus a slide that goes into a swimming pool. And a little dirtbike.&lt;br /&gt;And I got all you mother fuckers a gift bag. with a ..surprise inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-5435081056432987231?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5435081056432987231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=5435081056432987231' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/5435081056432987231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/5435081056432987231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-i-think-so.html' title='christmas? I think so'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-210117774053355060</id><published>2010-12-15T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:11:07.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How I Love Fighting</title><content type='html'>I was just walking down the street when I thought I saw that kid Bryce on the other side.  I took a double take. It was him.  I ran across the street and told him never to touch Brook again. He smirked and asked me what I was gonna do about it.  So i smirked back and laughed.  I then punched him in the face and started beating him up.  When I knew I was about to win I got a little cocky and threw him on the ground and said, "thats what I'm gonan do about it" then all the sudden he whipped out a blade and fuckin just about stabbed me on my leg. I quickly reached into my back pocket.  My. blade. wasn't. there. what. the. fuck. I then had to think of a plan.  I tried to grab his wrist and he tried to get up at the same time.  THe knifecut my leg.  I grabbed the fuckin knife and ripped it outta his hand. I fuckin threw that fucker on the ground and put the blade to his throat.  "Don't you ever come near here again.  Or you're dead." I told him.  He fuckin ran.  I then whiped the blade on my shirt and walked home.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Blair I got a new knife" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"She looked down the stairs at me, "What the fuck Dally??!" I looked down at my leg, haha there was quite a bit of blood.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I just got in a fight. Kicked that Bryce guys ass. Brook should be safe for a while"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-210117774053355060?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/210117774053355060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=210117774053355060' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/210117774053355060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/210117774053355060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-how-i-love-fighting.html' title='Oh How I Love Fighting'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-3385038275222147051</id><published>2010-12-12T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:33:11.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came home from work at 5AM. Everyone was sleeping, I had something to eat then went to the washrrom before I went to bed. I stepped into the bathroom and went to the toilet... as I was pissng I looked over and saw like fucking 10 pregnancy tests on the counter. I was all "What the fuck?"So I looked at them.  positve.positive. positive. positive. positive. positive. &lt;em&gt;What?? Who the hell is pregnant in my house. I know. But how?&lt;/em&gt; I'm pretty sure I almost fainted or something.  I was freaking out... I was almost shaking when I walked into our bedroom and saw Blair sleeping. &lt;em&gt;Oh my fucking god... this has to be a joke. I can't handle another one. It's a joke I know it. Is it April Fools day today? Fuck its december. god fucking damnit why cant it be april.&lt;/em&gt; I crawled into bed and tried not to wake her up.  I couldn't get to sleep. Finally she woke up it must have been at least 2 or 3 hours later. She looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;"I saw the tests..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-3385038275222147051?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3385038275222147051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=3385038275222147051' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/3385038275222147051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/3385038275222147051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-came-home-from-work-at-5am.html' title=''/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-5431959765772369071</id><published>2010-11-23T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:33:14.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worst phonecall ever</title><content type='html'>I was just sitting at home watching hockey. It was getting late. &lt;em&gt;They must be really busy I guess.&lt;/em&gt; Is what I told myself. I waited,kept lookign at the clock. &lt;em&gt;Blaze should be in bed by now...&lt;/em&gt; I started to get a bad feeling and around two in the morning I got a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" I answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Dallas get to the hospital now!" It was Jamie. I hung up the phone and ran to my truck. I have no idea how I got there. I don't remember the drive, I dont even remember putting on my shoes. I dont even remember if I actually parked in a parking spot or if I left my truck in the middle of the street. I just know I ran into the hospital and asked for Blair Matthews and Rhiley Winston.&lt;br /&gt;The lady told me to calm down. I might have told her where to go... and some other words that wherent very nice. Thats when Blairs mom and Jamie walked in.&lt;br /&gt;The lady said somethin bout them being in surgery and we couldnt see them til morning. I just sat there the whole night. Waiting on one of those chairs. I didnt move. Finally it was morning.&lt;br /&gt;I went into the room they were in. They were both sleeping, well Blair was in a coma. I walked up to her and kissed er and told her she has to be strong and heal. I went up to Blaze and tucked him in. I remmeber thinking Why them and not me. Rhileys done nothing bad in his life and this is what he gets. I was just so fuckin happy they were alive.&lt;br /&gt;A couple days later I got to take Blaze home. He was happy to be out of that place, but he misses him mom. I take him to the hospital every day to see her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-5431959765772369071?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5431959765772369071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=5431959765772369071' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/5431959765772369071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/5431959765772369071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/wost-phonecall-ever.html' title='worst phonecall ever'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-9068308254143019620</id><published>2010-11-16T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:10:15.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*awesome title inserted here*</title><content type='html'>I finally finshed our house on Friday. So Saturday Blair and I spent all day moving boxes and unpacking them. One thing I'll miss is that swimming pool in my building :p now you guys can't sneak in and use it anymore haha. Once all our shit was put away and clean we picked up blaze from sodas.  He looked really happy when we showed him the house. Hopfully we can reach him to walk soon then he won't have to crawl everywhere.  Shr!mp loves the house especially since we got that massive yard now. Lucky dog haha. So Blair and I were thinking of having a Christmas supper at our house this year. To break it in :p. So you're all invited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-9068308254143019620?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9068308254143019620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=9068308254143019620' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/9068308254143019620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/9068308254143019620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/awesome-title-inserted-here.html' title='*awesome title inserted here*'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-1477374919393282266</id><published>2010-10-18T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T12:32:44.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>So the past weekend I've been working on building a house. Yeah I don't think it's good to raise a kid in an apartment there's no room to run around and do kid things like jump on the bed (the people on the floor under you get pissed and ask the guy to kick you out). So thats what I've been doing the past week. I worked my ass off and all the walls are built and the roof is on. The basement was done as well. If you can visualize things in your head Ill (try to) explain to you what it will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say that the front of the house is south and the back of the house is north. So when you walk through the front door you are walking north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk in the front door and you are on the landing you can go upstairs or downstairs. But you can see the living room to your right through the gard rails. So you walk up the stairs and to your right is the living room. North of the living room is the kitchen which has a half wall so you can see and talk to the people in the living room. To the left (west) of those rooms is a hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first door you come to on the north side will be the guest room. The first door on the south side is the bathroom. The second door on the north side will be Blaze's room. And the second door on the south side is the master bedroom which will be our room. It has a walk in closet and a bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so say you go downstairs... If you go left off the stairs there will be a kinda hallway that will have a weight room straight north of the stairs and a bathroom on the south side and another guest room on the north side across from that. But to the right of the stairs will have a bar/party living room area thing and a play area thing north of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after working hard on that a couple days ago I wanted to go out.  Later that day Kit phoned me and asked if I was doin anything later tonight. I was thinking about going down to that new club anyways so I said she could come. I drove to there house and waited for her to get ready. We walked back to my car and I opened the passenger door for her and walked around. I couldn't wait to get a drink in me I was pretty sore from working. We started drivig and there was a pussy car with some socs in it. "do u wana race them?" kit asked. Haha of course I did. "hey fags!" I yelled and they looked "let's race" they laughed. "you think you can beat us with that??" the light turned green and I slammed on the gas. We blew them outta the water. "haha we kicked their ass" I said. "haha yeah" Kit said. We got to the club and walked in. "so what do you plan on doing? Drinking? Danceing?" she asked. "both" I said. "good answer" she said. I went up to the bar and grabbed a beer and opened it. Kit came up and took the beer from me. "thanks" she said. I rolled my eyes and got another one. We went on the dance floor and danced for a while then Kit wanted to play beer pong. Since I kick ass at the game I agreed. The first shot got in. So she took a drink. Then when she shot it missed I laughed my ass off at her.  Then I was about to shoot and right when i through the ball she moved the cup -.- so I quit. haha.  After some more danceig and drinking I walked her back home, well I hope it was her house haha I was to drunk to remember :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-1477374919393282266?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1477374919393282266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=1477374919393282266' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/1477374919393282266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/1477374919393282266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-7109721378015774316</id><published>2010-10-11T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T15:02:14.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last weekend I never felt so nervous in my life. Everyone was hanging out, me and Blair decided to go to the park while Soda and Katie watched Blaze. Me and Blair were walking down the street to the park, "Ur lookin super sexy tonight " I said reaching over to grab her hand. "thanks babe you too" she winked. We got to the park. She let go of my hand and I was about to look over and I got a pile of leaves thrown at me. "oh ur gonna get it girl" I smirked. I ran after her and threw some leaves back at her. I caught her around the waist and put her on the ground in the leaves" she grabbed my shoulders and dragged me down to kiss me. &lt;em&gt;Oh man I'm going to do it. I'm going to. Right now. She could say no... fuck...&lt;/em&gt; "Is there something up Dally?" she said. I got off of her and helped her up. "Actually..." I touched my pocket to feel if it was still there. I swallowed hard. I got down on one knee reaching into my pocket and grabing the box. I don't remember being able to think. "Blair, will you marry me?" I said, opening the ring box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-7109721378015774316?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7109721378015774316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=7109721378015774316' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/7109721378015774316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/7109721378015774316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-weekend-i-never-felt-so-nervous-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-1945608055353860650</id><published>2010-09-27T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:25:52.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday night</title><content type='html'>I went to a party last night at some bar.  It was so fuckin insain i have no idea how the drinks ended up infront of me i must have stole some or something.  It was so good there was some hot cheerleader girls grindin everyone on the dancefloor. dont worry blair i wasnt on the dancefloor................................... :D A lot more beers and drinks after that and I dont rememeber a thing...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to screaming. All I could think about was how hurt my head felt. "shut the fuck up" i said without opening my eyes. then i just thought who the fuck would be screaming in my apartment?&lt;br /&gt;"dallas what the fuck??!" I opened my eyes to see kit infront of me. what the fuck is she doing here? I look around. "get some fucking clothes on!" she said. what?? i looked down i was just wearing a tie.&lt;br /&gt;"what are u doin in my house?" i said.&lt;br /&gt;"what are u doing on MY couch! is the better question" she yelled not lookin at me. hahahaha this is her couch. oops.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are my pants?"&lt;br /&gt;just then pony comes out of his room holding my pants "im sorry im gay and creepy. i couldnt help put sleep with ur pants."&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THE FUCK U GROSS FAGGOT." thats the nastyest shit ever! pony is so stakerish.&lt;br /&gt;Haha just kidding thats not what happened. i found my jeans on the floor. dont know why they were there or why I was here. I put them on. "how the fuck did i end up here. I dont even remember what happened."&lt;br /&gt;"I dont know, but can you leave so i can was my couch... 1000 times over" I just laughed and left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-1945608055353860650?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1945608055353860650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=1945608055353860650' title='115 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/1945608055353860650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/1945608055353860650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-night.html' title='sunday night'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>115</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-8489351470557671017</id><published>2010-09-09T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:16:27.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partying It Up</title><content type='html'>Parties... fun shit. People getting drunk, dancing, drinking, getting drunk, haha the list goes on. So I was at a party... like usual, and just drinking and hanging out with Tim and Buck when I saw Blair walk in. I thought I saw her walk in alone. I went over to her and we started talkin bout random shit, I got her a drink. I don't really remember to much after that. Like usual. I just know that when I woke up in the morning in my bed and saw Blair sleeping beside me I knew something bad was gonna happen. I couldn't help but be a little bit happy because Iv'e wanted Blair for a long time, but I knew she was gonna kill me when she woke up. I quietly slipped out and made some hangover juice. Then I saw the prettyest girl walk out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dallas what the fuck happened last night?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno" I said and took a drink.  I walked towards her and was about to kiss her when someone opened my door. Great timeing cuz -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly looked rather confused. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want anyone to find out about this because it could wreck Blairs relationship with Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"umm Dally I need to talk to you later" she said and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I better go" Blair said and left.  I was left in my aparentment alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parites can get you in a weird situation. I don't know how this ones gonna end up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-8489351470557671017?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8489351470557671017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=8489351470557671017' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/8489351470557671017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/8489351470557671017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/partying-it-up.html' title='Partying It Up'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-3101536498643817129</id><published>2010-08-27T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:25:32.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week with Blaze</title><content type='html'>I took care of Blaze for a week. It was...interesting. I took off a week of work and just spent some time with him. I found out quite quickly that my apartment is not baby proof. I fixed that after he tried breaking some shit and almost killing himself. With Blaze I had to play with him so much, it seemed like he never ran out of energy. By the end of the night I was ready to sleep at his bedtime haha. But I was not ready to get up when he was -.- . And whenever I took him someplace, like the mall or park, all the old ladies would give me bad looks and whisper to eachother, I guess they don't like seeing a tough greaser with a baby haha. But with the girls... I was getting girls coming up to me all the time. With "aww he's so adorable" and they'd ask about him and shit. I got a few dates haha. But fuck like when is he gonna learn to use the fucking toilet! Diapers are the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. I don't think I will ever change another one ever again, thats just some sick shit. And then I wanted to kick this guys ass when I was at the park. But I reilized that I couldn't leave a 4 month old baby on a swing by himself. It sucked. And I couldn't go to the bar every night or go partying. And since he doesn't have his own room I couldn't even have a girl over. It's fucking tough takeing care of a kid. I am gonna help out Blair more now knowing what she has to do. But not nights ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-3101536498643817129?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3101536498643817129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=3101536498643817129' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/3101536498643817129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/3101536498643817129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/week-with-blaze.html' title='Week with Blaze'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-475189122106751980</id><published>2010-08-03T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:43:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob...</title><content type='html'>Once I heard about Johnny... I couldn't think. I was so fucking pissed off at that soc kid. So when I was downtown I was looking for him.  Then I saw a glimps of a dumbass, I knew it was him. They all had their backs away from me. Haha perfect I was all i could think.  I felt my pockets to make sure my switch and heater were still there.  They were all laughin bout some dumb shit, so i snuck up behind Bob and in one instant grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him back and punched him in the face hard. He was so suprised he could hardly react. I then just kept beating on him hard til he was on the ground i just kept punching him and kicking him. His friends were trying to get me off of him but i resisted. When he could hardly move i turned around and started beating the shit out of the others. A couple ran away but the others thought they could take me, haha.  I heard some movemnt behind me and knew it was Bob getting up I took oout my switch and turned around. I slit his arm open and he tried to lunge at me but i movent and punched him in the gut as he stumbled past me. Someone yelled "He's got a gun!" and they ran away and left Bob by himself. He just looked at me. I couldnt help but smile, he looked so beat up I dont think he could see out of both eyes. "Don't fuck with me or any of my friends again" I said. I spit on him and walked away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-475189122106751980?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/475189122106751980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=475189122106751980' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/475189122106751980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/475189122106751980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/bob.html' title='Bob...'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-9035889101193259372</id><published>2010-06-23T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:12:22.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Brook keeps asking me to teach her how to fight.  I'm the right guy to talk to if you want to learn how to fight because I'm so good at it, so shes smart for asking me.  But I haven't taught anyone really before.  So I tried. We were at the lot and I taught her how to punch (she was doing it so wrong haha) and dodging which is pretty important for her since shes so small haha.  After an houor she was kinda getting the hang of it.  She won't hurt a fly so I don't see the point, I guess if its an emergancy she will fight.  So we were just hanging around fightin when about 5 socs were walkin towards us. I smirked, because this will be the perfect situation to see if Brook learnt anything.  The looked a little frieghtened and I told her that she has to practice wat she learnt on them.  They got up to us and one of em said something about us bein greasers i wasn't really listening.  I was going to ttry to hold back on the fighting so Brook could make the first hit.  One of the guys walked up to her and was about to touch her and she punched him in the gut and kicked him in the balls. Haha I didn't think that was a fair shot but who cares their socs.  While she was takin on that guy I beat the shit outta the four others with ease.  Then when we left I asked her how it was beating the shit outta someone and she said it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went over to Blairs to see my son, only Tim was there. He's my friend and all but I don't really liek the idea of him datin my ex.  Me and Blaze hung out for a bit, he doesn't really do or say much cuz hes so little haha but it was still pretty awesome. When he gets a bit older im gonan teach him how to fight real good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-9035889101193259372?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9035889101193259372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=9035889101193259372' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/9035889101193259372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/9035889101193259372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-brook-keeps-asking-me-to-teach-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-2034398400479690266</id><published>2010-05-27T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:16:41.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Life</title><content type='html'>There is pretty much only two things.  Ok so me and Bri are dating. And Ari fights like a girl. She pretends that she has beaten me up but she hasn't and can't.  Biggest liar i've met haha.  Seriously though Ari.. no u never knocked me out.  And i don't think we should fight because it would not end well for u, because my strength would kill u. okay got it? great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-2034398400479690266?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2034398400479690266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=2034398400479690266' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/2034398400479690266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/2034398400479690266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/update-on-life.html' title='Update on Life'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-6132236318975723015</id><published>2010-04-26T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:23:45.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bar</title><content type='html'>So a couple days ago I was bored so I went to the bar. Blair was at the hospital with my baby. I was playing some pool with some guys and havin a few drinks.  After a while of them getting angry because i was kickin all there asses they stopped playin. So i went over to the bar and was talkin to this chick then i saw Bri.  I asked her what she was doin and she said she was just hangin out since Darry was in the hospital because of the car crash he was in.  Haha wow now that I think of it i totally ditched that chick.. haha oh well.  So me and Bri hung out the whole night, drinking and shit. And ya......................... I cant believe what i did... Im sorry Blair.... I promised you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-6132236318975723015?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6132236318975723015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=6132236318975723015' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/6132236318975723015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/6132236318975723015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/bar.html' title='The bar'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-6233037842679055985</id><published>2010-03-31T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:22:22.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock down</title><content type='html'>so today i desided to go to the high school and spray paint some awesome shit on it... while everyone was still in school. So here i am makin some awesome pictures... haha and i see someone peeking there the window at me so i looked at them funny and kept on going and well... maybe fingered them haha but anyways all the sudden i hear "we are in lock down" over the anouncement. i couldnt help but laugh, its not like i was trying to kill anyone i didnt have a gun. while i did but its not like i was gonna use it. so i finished up my picture and went to the parkin lot and keyed some cars then causually walked away. i dont know what happened after at the school haha but i went down to the DX for a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-6233037842679055985?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6233037842679055985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=6233037842679055985' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/6233037842679055985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/6233037842679055985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/lock-down.html' title='Lock down'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-4453616639724874494</id><published>2010-03-02T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:07:16.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bet</title><content type='html'>Alright so me and Jamie have a bet. I cant touch a girl till june. as in kissing and stuff haha. and so everyone pick your sides. Jamie thinks I ca't do it and I say I can. whos side are u on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-4453616639724874494?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4453616639724874494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=4453616639724874494' title='108 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4453616639724874494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4453616639724874494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/bet.html' title='The bet'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>108</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-7860019759990455983</id><published>2010-02-27T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:51:50.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the movies</title><content type='html'>So me, Dawn, Steve, Evie, and Sandy went to the movies the other night. We snuck in threw the gate of coarse because who pays these days? Anyways I dont even remember what the movie was, I was too busy getting the girls drunk haha. After the movie we went to this bar. Dawn was getting pretty drunk and doing some crazy stuff. I remember me and Steve were laughin pretty hard. Aftrer we have a few drinks Steve said he needed to go home and he was insisting Evie came with him haha. So me Dawn and Sandy were all alone. Dawn kept telling me she wanted to go over to my house, I am pretty sure that Sandy went to Evies house but im not quite sure, all i know is that Dawn came over to my house... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-7860019759990455983?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7860019759990455983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=7860019759990455983' title='109 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/7860019759990455983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/7860019759990455983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-me-dawn-steve-evie-and-sandy-went-to.html' title='the movies'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>109</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-4793076115736270973</id><published>2010-02-11T15:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:35:08.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two-bit.. haha</title><content type='html'>so me and two-bit had a fight today. no it was not fuckin clean man we both had switchblades though.  it was pretty intesnce at the begining he tried lungeing at me but i dodged him and threw him to the ground. he got up fast and cut my arm with the blade, i fuckin cut threw his shirt and he fell to the ground and i just started punchin him over and over and he kept tryin to get up the he fuckin threw me off of him man but i got up fast. my blade got thrown to the side but i didnt need it.  he tried to stab me but i dodged it again but he got my in the ribs with his fist.  and i punched him right in the stomach. two-bit tumbled over. and the fight was pretty much over.  easy fight haha i kicked ur ass two-bit. &lt;br /&gt;well thats all i remember from the fight anyway haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-4793076115736270973?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4793076115736270973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=4793076115736270973' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4793076115736270973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4793076115736270973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-bit-haha.html' title='two-bit.. haha'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-4854183442960648229</id><published>2010-02-01T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:50:35.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdness</title><content type='html'>so i was at the bar last night just hanging with a couple guys i dont think u guys know. anyways there was these girls climbing all over me and shit. but for some reason man i didnt even feel the need to do what i usually do man. i didnt do nothin with them it was so not like me. i just kept thinkin bout blair and i dont know.. it was weird.. i guess i really really do love u blair &lt;3 i knew i loved u but i didnt know i loved u this much.. so anyways just thought id blog haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-4854183442960648229?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4854183442960648229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=4854183442960648229' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4854183442960648229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4854183442960648229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/weirdness.html' title='weirdness'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-2961742152826453798</id><published>2010-01-26T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:11:51.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the baby</title><content type='html'>so me and blair bought... or should I say.. got.. haha.. some stuff for the baby. so my house is all decked out in baby stuff now haha. i really wanted to get this tuff thing, it was like a pouch for the baby and it hooks to ur door frame and they jump in it haha it looked so awesome, but aparently they cant use that for a while so i didnt get it.  but we got the crib and shit, its pretty kool.  but i dont got a spare room no more guys, but feel free to sleep on the couch haha. its one of those ones that turn into a bed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, just thought id post somethin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-2961742152826453798?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2961742152826453798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=2961742152826453798' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/2961742152826453798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/2961742152826453798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby.html' title='the baby'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-7677880593403150633</id><published>2010-01-03T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:51:31.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soo</title><content type='html'>so theres a party tonight at the curtis's, cant wait to get drunk man..&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got a present for blair haha, but only if u move in with me.. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-7677880593403150633?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7677880593403150633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=7677880593403150633' title='82 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/7677880593403150633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/7677880593403150633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/soo.html' title='soo'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>82</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-4318648821950502589</id><published>2009-12-19T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T12:03:29.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>A couple of things have happened this week.  I forgot about Brooklyn the other day, she was so mad at me for that, but i made it up to her the next day by training her how to fight.  At first she was a mess, she could hardly punch me hard enough for me to feel it haha. but after an hour of training she got really good. thats just because im so good at fighting. she learnt from the best haha.&lt;br /&gt;yesturday was Johnny's birthday party. it was pretty awesome until Soda showed up with katie, that was just fuckin terrible man.  her father will never see her again man, and if he does then pretty much the whole gang will fuckin beat him up.&lt;br /&gt;oh and lastly.. im gonna be having a baby with blair..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-4318648821950502589?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4318648821950502589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=4318648821950502589' title='80 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4318648821950502589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4318648821950502589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>80</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-4994491284074985097</id><published>2009-12-12T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:20:11.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>hey so i dunno what to write about, and i havent writen anything in a while, so if you have an idea for me to write about then just comment. it could be a question or whatever. anything pretty much. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-4994491284074985097?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4994491284074985097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=4994491284074985097' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4994491284074985097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4994491284074985097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-2606434611347112671</id><published>2009-10-21T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:43:47.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last weekend</title><content type='html'>Haha.. last weekend i acciedently walked in on Soda and his gf fuckin haha... i haven't talked to Soda yet, i have kind of avoided him. i dont think he is happy haha espeically because i think his gf is like ferious with me. it wasnt even my fault man i just acidently walked in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-2606434611347112671?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2606434611347112671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=2606434611347112671' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/2606434611347112671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/2606434611347112671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-weekend.html' title='last weekend'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-9166599633226992505</id><published>2009-08-26T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:44:39.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>i havent posted anything is so long. i finally decided that i should haha. nothin to awesome has happened. got thrown in jail a couple times since i lasted posted.. nothin big. i stole myself a nice mustang the other day. man that thing rides nice haha. well i gotta get off the computer now so see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-9166599633226992505?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9166599633226992505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=9166599633226992505' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/9166599633226992505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/9166599633226992505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-6921280643706600302</id><published>2008-11-03T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:34:18.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>So uh its been a long while man since I've written like anything haha. Nothing really ahs been happening, exept that I uh.. might be a dad, which is really messed up man like seriously. yeah haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-6921280643706600302?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6921280643706600302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=6921280643706600302' title='112 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/6921280643706600302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/6921280643706600302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>112</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-2506708567508586722</id><published>2008-05-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:44:38.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>Nothings been happeing really. I had like uh 50 fights, and like two rumbles since i last posted something.  Everyones staying the same, Kitkats still my girl. Oh yeah ha i did something so bad those socs dont really wanna try to fight me anymore, and they tend to stay away from the gang a bit. im not telling wut i did tho. SO yeah, hardly anything is happening. Two-bit is "falling in love" or some shit that cant be good. i dunno wut to do man ha. Yeah well thats it&lt;br /&gt;Leave a message&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-2506708567508586722?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2506708567508586722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=2506708567508586722' title='161 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/2506708567508586722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/2506708567508586722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>161</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-8461517112870369404</id><published>2007-11-30T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T14:56:34.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>those police...</title><content type='html'>I forgot to tell everyone i am out of jail, been out for a week or so now.  But those damn police are like watchin me man like ive never seen that before man, i'll like turn a corner and BAM! he'll be right there man god. haha but they dont got no proof of nothin man. exept once i snatched some KOOLs like right under a police's nose man!! haha...but still. two-bit we gotta do somethin about that man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-8461517112870369404?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8461517112870369404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=8461517112870369404' title='584 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/8461517112870369404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/8461517112870369404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/those-police.html' title='those police...'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>584</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-8755091454832214083</id><published>2007-10-28T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:42:59.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jail</title><content type='html'>Ok well I can only type for 5 minutes because thats all the cops well let me be on the computer. Yes i'm in jail haha. KitKat visits me everyday, I am SO glad she doesn't know why i'm in jail or she'd probably hate me haha. Soda you better not tell her! Same with you Two-Bit. She doesn't need to no I cheat on her and all. Aw damnit I wish I could type faster, they are pulling me off the computer. Well thats ok, i'll go and get into a fight probably. Oh yeah, there are some pretty hott broads in jail too haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-8755091454832214083?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8755091454832214083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=8755091454832214083' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/8755091454832214083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/8755091454832214083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/jail.html' title='jail'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-5615990355292865441</id><published>2007-08-17T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:17:22.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><title type='text'>THE FIGHT</title><content type='html'>Haha, heres the fight everyone was waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rusty-James had a fight. It was all planned out of coarse. The girls wanted to know who was stronger, so that was decided. A whole bunch of people where cheering and shit. KitKat was all like "this should be as clean as possible" and gave me a smile. The Rusty-James tried to punch me but I ducked quick enough and sacked him in the stomach. He bent over and I kneed him in the head. I could tell he was getting mad because he got up with like full energy and punched me in the eye. At the same time I punched him in the side of the head. I think his lip was bleeding. He kicked me in the nuts and I kinda got a little upset and pulled out a blade. Everyone was yelling at me but Rusty-James didn't care. But I heard Johnny telling me to put it away so I looked at him and Rusty-James got me in the side of the head with is fist.. I threw the knife at the crowd and punched Rusty-James hard in the ribs, then kicked him in the shin. He fell to the ground and I started punching him, but he somehow turned us over so I was on the ground and he kept punching me. I finally got him off of me and threw him to the ground I kicked him a ton of times. He got up very fast and kicked me in the stomach. I went flying back, but not to fasr. He came towards me and I punched him in the eye. I thought I broke his nose but I didn't care at this point in time. I was gonna win. I HAD to win. Rusty-James then pulled out his knife and sliced me across the arm. It hurt. But not enough. I tripped him and he felll to the ground. I kept punching and kicking him. I grabbed his knife and got up. Both of us had no emotion. I cut him across the chest.  Almost to deep. He fell to his knees clutching his chest, I smirked. I turned around to see the crowd but I felt a stinging pain in the back of the leg. Fuck! I thought. I dropped the damn knife. I turned around and kicked him in the jaw. He fell back.&lt;br /&gt;"ok you guys! Stop! Enough!" Johnny said.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok you win man." Rusty-James said.&lt;br /&gt;"I know that." I said.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat came and kissed me. She was looking at my wounds. Bubblegum was helping Rusty-James up.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at my cousin. He thought he could beat me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-5615990355292865441?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5615990355292865441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=5615990355292865441' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/5615990355292865441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/5615990355292865441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/fight.html' title='THE FIGHT'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-8637455428721781450</id><published>2007-08-15T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T06:46:56.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeTulsa'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Where back home in Tulsa. That was a long trip man, but fun. Man I can't wait to hang out with the gang again man. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-8637455428721781450?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8637455428721781450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=8637455428721781450' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/8637455428721781450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/8637455428721781450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-6355230646034327250</id><published>2007-07-27T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:08:02.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><title type='text'>Saskatchewan AND Manitoba AND Quebec AND Ontario!</title><content type='html'>We came here and I stole another car so we could get around. We slept under the stars pretty much every night, it was wicked. There is MILLIONS of farms out here, and the towns are so small, I can't beleive I am saying this but I think I am home sick. Okay, maybe I am not but I really wish we where back now. The only big cities was Toronto and Owttawa.  Lots f people stoke french and it was hard to understand what was going on most of the time. We also went and saw lots of animals, I think its called a zoo. Yeah it was weird, the animals are really dumb compared to me. I am glad I don't own one. Oh yeah, once the car broke down and Rusty-James thought we could fix it buti just desided to steal a new one, its more convenent that way. We did more things but I am REALLY tired so I don't feel like writing it down right now. But we are on our way to the maritimes then HOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-6355230646034327250?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6355230646034327250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=6355230646034327250' title='1048 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/6355230646034327250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/6355230646034327250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/saskatchewan-and-manitoba-and-quebec.html' title='Saskatchewan AND Manitoba AND Quebec AND Ontario!'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1048</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-7964637549116219444</id><published>2007-07-17T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:47:19.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>North West Territories..AND...Nunavut!</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are, the good old north.  When we drove here, Rusty-James pointed out a weird moving white thing, but when we got closer it was a polar bear with two cubs. Finally we got to this town called Hay River. There we looked for fossils. I found like only one, everyone else found like 5 or more, but who cares, shells are stupid... Aftert that we went fishing in the Great Slave Lake. The fish in there where huge. We also went to a ghost town. Pine Point I think. It was AWESOME. A couple days later we went to Nunavut. When we got there we desided to make an igloo. IT WAS HARD. But in the end it was finished. I am glad I never took a picture of it is all I am going to say lol.  At night we where outside laying in the snow looking at the stars and all, and saw the most coolest thing ever! The Northern lights! Man are they tuff or what? Well I have to go, we get to take a PLANE (the Motorcycle Boy gets to put his bike on the plane) to Saskatchewan. Our car was just a stolen car that no one cared about anyways lol. See yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-7964637549116219444?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7964637549116219444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=7964637549116219444' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/7964637549116219444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/7964637549116219444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/north-west-territoriesandnunavut.html' title='North West Territories..AND...Nunavut!'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-4155974925667271166</id><published>2007-06-28T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:02:34.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada yukon greasers'/><title type='text'>YUKON!!!!</title><content type='html'>We rode up to the Yukon beside The Motorcycleboy. It was a cold ride I must say.  The girls slept a whole lot. When  we finally got there, i never realized that it was so cold and icy. We saw Polar bears, seals, walruses, white fox, and REINDEER a.k.a caribou.  We were driving around through a small town when I noticed that they didn't REALLY have that much vehicles, it was mostly dog sleds. I said we HAD to try it, and so we did. We went out on the ice, it was quite fun UNTIL the ice was cracking around us, and I was mushing the dogs, but the Bubble gum twiched, and that made Kit-Kat fall off. Then the ice was cracking all around her and us, and she fell in. I jumped off the sled knowing I was putting myself in MORE danger, and i pulled her up. By that times we where all shivering and freezing.  We drove the dogs back to the lodge and got to warm up and drink COCOA! It was good after all. The Yukon is an awesome place.  I will log when e get to the next province!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-4155974925667271166?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4155974925667271166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=4155974925667271166' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4155974925667271166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4155974925667271166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/yukon.html' title='YUKON!!!!'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-4681378144292541463</id><published>2007-06-24T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T09:04:01.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada British Columbia BC'/><title type='text'>BC!!!</title><content type='html'>We where in BC for 3 days. We had to drive through the mountains witch where so cool! They where so high and everything! We where following The Motorcycle Boy, who was on his motorbike. We finally made it to BC and we went to a lake in Vernon. We went tubing and water skiing, it was awesome! Everyone made me eat fruit...witch is gross...but the fruit here is SO delicious! We went to Vancouver, it was huge! Okay...not really...at all... it was small compared to New York...but still was cool. We also got a ride in a boat in Victoria, to boat around the coast. I thought that was wicked. We saw some fish, and otters.  Well we are going up North now, so I better go. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-4681378144292541463?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4681378144292541463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=4681378144292541463' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4681378144292541463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/4681378144292541463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/bc.html' title='BC!!!'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-1798380126225696814</id><published>2007-06-21T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:23:00.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><title type='text'>CANADA</title><content type='html'>We are in Canada to track down The Motercycle Boy for Rusty-James. It was sweet. I went with KitKat, Bubblegum, Rusty-James, and Soda. KitKat and Bubblegum came because they want to go where ever Rusty-James and I go, and Soda came because Darry doesn't trust us with his sisters. We drove there, I stole a car for us. It took like 2 days to get to Canada. We asked alot of bars and stores (mainly pet shops) if they had seen a guy that looks like Rusty-James. I say The Motorcycle Boy doesn't look like him, but Rusty-James thinks he does. We where in this province called Alberta, KitKat pleaded if we could watch a hockey game so we all went. It was the Edmonton Oilers vs the Calgary Flames. It was the most exiting match ever (even though I never got to see all of it)! The score was 8-4. 8 for the Oilers and 4 for the Flames (thats what they told me). There was so many fights...I was so exited that around the second period I climbed onto the ice and started fighting them! It was awesome! But then the secerity guards threw me off the ice. And I was winning to!! So I had to wait for them to finish watching the game. After the game we went to this huge mall in Edmonton called the West Edmonton Mall. Me, KitKat, Bubblegum, Rusty-James and Soda were just walking down the mall and I caught a glimps of I guy with tuff hair, and leather jacket, it was The Motorcycle Boy. We reunited with him and Rusty-James was so happy. After that Bubblegum said that there was some pretty sweet mountains around there so we all went into the car i stole, and The Motorcycle Boy met us there on his bike. At the mountains there was this white fluffy stuff that the call snow. It was cold and wet and I loved it! Well, I have to get off the computer! When we get to the next province I will post another. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-1798380126225696814?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1798380126225696814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=1798380126225696814' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/1798380126225696814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/1798380126225696814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-are-in-canada-to-track-down.html' title='CANADA'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-1029562588595979845</id><published>2007-05-18T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:02:16.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumble fun rumblefish outsiders'/><title type='text'>THE RUMBLE</title><content type='html'>Yesturday there was a rumble.  Of course, we won.  It was at the lot, and there was a big fire again.  I beat up so many socs, that I should have a record for that too. lol.  I had to beat up this fattie, who thought he was so strong because he beat up Pony, but I showed him who's boss! There was this other guy, he was a huge football player, I could tell, and I got him hard in the stomach! It was a good punch.  He went straight to the ground.  I helped KitKat a couple times. I new she was strong enough to beat the guys by herself, but she really wanted me to help her.  The rumble was pretty awesome, my cousin Rusty-James showed up. He loves gangs and fights, but his girlfriend Patty hates it when he fights.  When he told her about this rumble and going with me (she hates me) she dumped him.  He was really sad, but the rumble kept his mind away from it for a while.  After the rumble I saw Bubblegum staring at him.  It was acctually really funny, since she was walking.  She crashed into a garbage can!! I started laughing my head off, and she got mad at me.  But then KitKat stood up for me.  Then they got into a five second fight about nothing. It was really funny.  Rusty-James is staying at my house for four days, since his dad is gone somewhere for four days and his older brother, The Motorcycle Boy, stole a motorcycle and left.  I think Bubblegum likes that, because now she will have more time to stare at him!! lol. Alright, I better go since Two-Bit wants me to go to the store to 'buy' some things.  See yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-1029562588595979845?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1029562588595979845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=1029562588595979845' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/1029562588595979845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/1029562588595979845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/rumble.html' title='THE RUMBLE'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300143291349307591.post-8008147202039029020</id><published>2007-05-12T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T10:37:20.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hate my dad.my friend is Johnny. But my other friends are Pony, Soda, Kitkat, Bubblegum, Steve, Darry and Two-Bit.i chat with kitkat &amp; bubblegum alot.i think kitkat might like me (because she sucks up ALOT!) but we fight a little bit.i smoke quite alot.one time pony saved some kids from a burning church he got injured badly i only got hurt on my arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300143291349307591-8008147202039029020?l=dallysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8008147202039029020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=300143291349307591&amp;postID=8008147202039029020' title='168 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/8008147202039029020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300143291349307591/posts/default/8008147202039029020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallysblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-life.html' title='my life'/><author><name>Dally Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987257488341195933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9bg5Gvcx3f4/R4mLOH4U1MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsrBypka8eg/S220/dallas+winston+%235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>168</thr:total></entry></feed>
