<?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-8775878983158203816</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:46:57.659-07:00</updated><category term='your boyfriend'/><title type='text'>11th Floor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02023038929107585185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775878983158203816.post-7957513282955384254</id><published>2008-04-28T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:29:49.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecision2008 Post...NOT!</title><content type='html'>Here is a post I wrote (Tilly &amp;amp; Megan &amp;amp; P Downs helped) that will be an 11th foor jokes exclusive! (aka it was rejected by the upstairs...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, did you hear? Craig Kilborn convinced Hillary and Barack's bookers that he was still on the Daily Show and scheduled them to tape an interview "via satellite" from his apartment in Jersey City at the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;same time&lt;/span&gt;! When they arrived he locked them in with nothing but a fifth of Jack and wouldn't let them leave until they all got hammered together! Right before he asked them five questions he accidentally pocket called me! What luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I transcribed what I heard for your pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Craig Kilborn:&lt;/span&gt; You were a wife...now you want to be President. What would you do after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hillary Clinton:&lt;/span&gt; I want to invent a new ice cream brand that is basically different candy bars mixed into ice creams - but like, candy bars that aren't already in ice creams, like Take 5 bars or red velvet cupcakes mixed into French vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CK:&lt;/span&gt; What's Bill like? What's Bill like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HC:&lt;/span&gt; Bill Clinton's like...an owl! How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop...one, two, crunch! Three! I love that dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CK:&lt;/span&gt; Does Chelsea still enjoy ballet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HC:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know...let's check her tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CK: &lt;/span&gt;What's your favorite meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HC: &lt;/span&gt;Nectarines. No! Cinnamon rolls! Cinnamon rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CK: &lt;/span&gt;You gonna win this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HC: &lt;/span&gt;(Deep sigh)..... Did you ever see Ben Stiller in the movie Heavyweights? He went on to make millions of dollars. I am Mohammad Ali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Craig Kilborn:&lt;/span&gt; Barack - what would you like me to ask you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Barack Obama:&lt;/span&gt; Yo Craig - you ever carried three babies at one time before? It's hard - it's hard because, you gotta cradle all their necks - but you've only got two hands. Not sure...not sure why I just thought about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CK:&lt;/span&gt; Well, what's...your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BO:&lt;/span&gt; To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything Julie Newmar. Well, actually anything with Alfred Molina. Wait, wait -- Singles. Final answer. (Hillary giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HC:&lt;/span&gt; Barack, you are&lt;em&gt; funny&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CK:&lt;/span&gt; Do you know how to &lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt; a tire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BO: &lt;/span&gt;(Silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CK:&lt;/span&gt; Get it? &lt;em&gt;Change&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BO: &lt;/span&gt;Really man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CK: &lt;/span&gt;I'm...sorry...somebody else wrote that...I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CK:&lt;/span&gt; Does Michelle cook, you know, cook good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BO: &lt;/span&gt;(Mocking voice) Does Michelle cook good? Do you think Conan's prettier than me? Do you like my Ikea couch? (Laughs heartily) Hillary, are you hearing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CK:&lt;/span&gt; I'll...I'll vote for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BO:&lt;/span&gt; That's not a question, man! Craig! Wake up! Wake the f**k up! What's your Mom's phone number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CK: &lt;/span&gt;Why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BO: &lt;/span&gt;You know why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775878983158203816-7957513282955384254?l=11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7957513282955384254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775878983158203816&amp;postID=7957513282955384254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default/7957513282955384254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default/7957513282955384254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/2008/04/indecision2008-postnot.html' title='Indecision2008 Post...NOT!'/><author><name>xo, lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438291840358721796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775878983158203816.post-520412332048095400</id><published>2008-04-07T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:46:57.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hung out with Ben on Saturday</title><content type='html'>Long Description: I hung out with Ben on Saturday at the Delancey.&lt;br /&gt;Short Description: Ben and I hung out.&lt;br /&gt;Tags: lucia, ben, drinking, truthiness, friends, drugs, drinking, stereotypes&lt;br /&gt;Keywords: Lucia, Ben, drinking, truthiness, friends, drugs, drinking, stereotypes, the delancey, jordan, ethnic, roof, blazer, new york city, lower east side, pact, kilborn, geoff, stephanie, megan, play, wine, beer, match maker, cheeseburger, death, lauren, birthday, st. ann's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775878983158203816-520412332048095400?l=11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/520412332048095400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775878983158203816&amp;postID=520412332048095400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default/520412332048095400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default/520412332048095400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hung-out-with-ben-on-saturday.html' title='I hung out with Ben on Saturday'/><author><name>xo, lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438291840358721796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775878983158203816.post-2343871014878958938</id><published>2008-04-07T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:53:14.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Bored"</title><content type='html'>Lindsay had a fun going away karaoke party, right guys? Geoff and Dan sang their hearts out, while Lucia, Ben and I went on a four-hour liquor run in the rain. I think Megan was probably doing drugs somewhere in Queens. That girl is always trippin.' Am I right? Anyways, Lucia and I watched Lindsay perform Garth Brooks' "I Got Friends in Low Places."&lt;br /&gt;Lucia wrapped it up perfectly in an email to Lindsay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's your going away karaoke party. 50 (maybe more) people are all crammed into a private karaoke room that can only be described as a cross between soviet russia and a butthole. you stand up to sing a song in front of all your co-workers who have all gathered to celebrate you and in the middle of the song you say into the microphone, 'i'm bored.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA7NbNnbu2Y/R_qSKKCSWTI/AAAAAAAAADw/1IZFibTo7Ik/s1600-h/2_1_2008+004_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186618624060840242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA7NbNnbu2Y/R_qSKKCSWTI/AAAAAAAAADw/1IZFibTo7Ik/s320/2_1_2008+004_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775878983158203816-2343871014878958938?l=11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2343871014878958938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775878983158203816&amp;postID=2343871014878958938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default/2343871014878958938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default/2343871014878958938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-bored.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Bored&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02023038929107585185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA7NbNnbu2Y/R_qSKKCSWTI/AAAAAAAAADw/1IZFibTo7Ik/s72-c/2_1_2008+004_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775878983158203816.post-4015485256418812486</id><published>2008-04-07T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:41:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My boyfriend was in L.A. this weekend and I was just talking about how I had so much fun all weekend and how I partied a bunch, etc etc. Then I got a voicemail from him saying he was on his way back and I said to Stephanie, "Daddy's coming home!" and she said, "Look who's in love all over again", Jeanane Garofalo-style. What a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775878983158203816-4015485256418812486?l=11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4015485256418812486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775878983158203816&amp;postID=4015485256418812486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default/4015485256418812486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default/4015485256418812486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-boyfriend-was-in-l.html' title=''/><author><name>xo, lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04438291840358721796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775878983158203816.post-1074091423675178929</id><published>2008-03-23T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:53:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting to Exhale</title><content type='html'>I've been looking for this forever. I had forgotten how good things could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8YSXSB8bOk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8YSXSB8bOk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775878983158203816-1074091423675178929?l=11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1074091423675178929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775878983158203816&amp;postID=1074091423675178929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default/1074091423675178929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default/1074091423675178929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/2008/03/waiting-to-exhale.html' title='Waiting to Exhale'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09197177502873311110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775878983158203816.post-9105088938951382146</id><published>2008-03-19T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:53:14.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Your Boyfriend has Hooks for Hands</title><content type='html'>Who put this on my computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA7NbNnbu2Y/R-FlraCSWSI/AAAAAAAAADo/W2tgScd71TM/s1600-h/3_8_2008+014_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA7NbNnbu2Y/R-FlraCSWSI/AAAAAAAAADo/W2tgScd71TM/s320/3_8_2008+014_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179532842850474274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775878983158203816-9105088938951382146?l=11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9105088938951382146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775878983158203816&amp;postID=9105088938951382146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default/9105088938951382146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775878983158203816/posts/default/9105088938951382146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11thfloorjokes.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-boyfriend-has-hooks-for-hands.html' title='Your Boyfriend has Hooks for Hands'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02023038929107585185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA7NbNnbu2Y/R-FlraCSWSI/AAAAAAAAADo/W2tgScd71TM/s72-c/3_8_2008+014_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775878983158203816.post-5567731340128787497</id><published>2008-03-19T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:55:52.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief History</title><content type='html'>"Looks like the bitch is fucked. Looks like we're gonna have to unfuck the bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm on a sea food diet. If I see food, I buy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dave Turn'n'Cough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women love food so much, they hate you when you ain't got none -- ya heard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I'm married, but I'd really rather not be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Italian guys, they have goomatta, but I'm Jewish -- I want a goomatzoh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I get nervous and sad at the same time, I just start texting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be right back, im looking for a place for me and Geoff to hang out. It's a hang scout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No prob. I'll just rip a goog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Geoff's Aunt Audrey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paris Faggerty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dave Shit'n'Fart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luc, you look good but you'd look better with a big ol' sac a nuts hangin down between your legs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The other day I had some chocolate covered broccoli -- minus the broccoli." - Lucia's fat-ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dave Short'n'Fat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What party?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was that your phone or was that your butt?"&lt;br /&gt;"That was my butt-phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should I tag 'balls' if he doesn't say 'balls' but has balls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't yell at me -- it makes me hungry." - Lucia the Hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So now it's kinda like a double thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dave before yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"total hate snug"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you even have balls? You couldn't knock me up, stupid!" - Tilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He went to college" -- Tilly on an audience member of Comic Justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What an asshole with nuts hangin out the back." -- Dan Klein on Ben Felton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, he's got 3 g-chats up for the peepin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, you guys -- we've got to help him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not good enough!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys....yesterday, my friend Arthur ate 4 Big Macs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess this world isn't all barbeques and blow jobs." -- Ben Felton on the tumultuous nature of his year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sex is love. So FUCK EVERYTHING!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tilly-toes and Gigglepuss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you rolling your eyes at? A monkey is way better than some ganky ass yellow face." - Tilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like your dress, where'd you get it?" 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