<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279</id><updated>2009-02-21T00:20:41.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr Punch</title><subtitle type='html'>Linking photos with punchlines.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-116228359273975387</id><published>2006-10-31T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:33:12.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/117/283714217_d867030691.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;As one who's usually in control, Clark would end up regretting that third beer.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-116228359273975387?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/116228359273975387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=116228359273975387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116228359273975387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116228359273975387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-one-whos-usually-in-control-clark.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-116224845783840452</id><published>2006-10-30T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:47:37.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/64/202331043_d8c42fc6bb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Nosy Mrs. DeForest peered through her window at the brothers' house. "Oh, I don't like those Hamilton boys," she hissed, shaking her head. "I just hope those poor girls realize they're only trophy wives."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-116224845783840452?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/116224845783840452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=116224845783840452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116224845783840452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116224845783840452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/nosy-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-116158882810197031</id><published>2006-10-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:33:48.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/38/77264884_07a42cd865.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Six shots rang out in the cold basement. As Mrs. Clark felt the muzzle finally press against the back of her head, the last thought that entered her mind almost made her laugh: "I hope the tree looks nice from outside."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-116158882810197031?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/116158882810197031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=116158882810197031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116158882810197031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116158882810197031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/six-shots-rang-out-in-cold-basement.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-116158652406819724</id><published>2006-10-18T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:55:24.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/97/220604125_c80b8e86ea.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Tears streamed down Jeffrey's face. His father, marching off to a war that neither of them understood, tapped his chest and then pointed at his son. Jeffrey was now certain: he'd never see his father alive again.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-116158652406819724?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/116158652406819724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=116158652406819724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116158652406819724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116158652406819724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/tears-streamed-down-jeffreys-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-116112222925104043</id><published>2006-10-17T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:57:09.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/80/241027518_b1b7ec24f6.jpg" target="blank"&gt;Kevin had always told his med school friends that he wanted his body donated to science.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-116112222925104043?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/116112222925104043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=116112222925104043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116112222925104043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116112222925104043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/kevin-had-always-told-his-med-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-116072514183159498</id><published>2006-10-13T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:39:01.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/53/150185525_87aa0ee6da.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Lonnie looked up proudly. He'd been a branch manager for almost three months now, but it wasn't until today that the store had really felt like &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; Taco Bell.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-116072514183159498?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/116072514183159498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=116072514183159498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116072514183159498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116072514183159498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/lonnie-looked-up-proudly.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-116072262507281416</id><published>2006-10-12T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:57:05.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/44/169834532_14d3ae7387.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Vicki grimaced and tried to focus on the ball. She couldn't stand it when someone made noise during her backswing.&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-116072262507281416?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/116072262507281416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=116072262507281416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116072262507281416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116072262507281416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/vicki-grimaced-and-tried-to-focus-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-116055641997841543</id><published>2006-10-11T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:48:04.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/54/178391977_853fd620a3_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;The frat boy looked on intently. "That's right, drink it &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; up," he thought, confident he'd dosed it just right. "Ohhh yeah ... you ain't gonna even &lt;i&gt;remember&lt;/i&gt; getting fucked."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-116055641997841543?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/116055641997841543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=116055641997841543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116055641997841543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116055641997841543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/frat-boy-looked-on-intently.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-116046559665135886</id><published>2006-10-10T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:34:11.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/49/130398967_3bf5e1a3a3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Jeannie nodded and took his hand. Alan wasn't always easy to read, but she got the feeling he was ready to take her home.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-116046559665135886?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/116046559665135886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=116046559665135886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116046559665135886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116046559665135886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/jeannie-nodded-and-took-his-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-116042325474832762</id><published>2006-10-09T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:48:32.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/53/138223113_c58500b07c_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;The other women nodded in agreement as Stacy continued on, exasperated. "I mean, I'm seriously beginning to think that guys are scared to get into a relationship with me just because I'm a successful woman," she said. "I don't know what else it could be."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-116042325474832762?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/116042325474832762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=116042325474832762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116042325474832762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116042325474832762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/other-women-nodded-in-agreement-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-116012845436851500</id><published>2006-10-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T02:55:06.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/43/79323762_60d717aa01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Kayleigh's mother was incredulous. "Well, I'm afraid you're just wrong," she snapped at the teacher. "My daughter's home life is just fine, and I don't know what would make you think otherwise."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-116012845436851500?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/116012845436851500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=116012845436851500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116012845436851500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116012845436851500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/kayleighs-mother-was-incredulous.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-116003568386635239</id><published>2006-10-05T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:08:05.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/64/204063975_7331773f39.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Laura shrugged. She wanted to wait for her boyfriend Nate to arrive, but Adam was insistent they start. "Let's just say, you'll be seeing Nate's face soon enough," he said flatly.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-116003568386635239?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/116003568386635239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=116003568386635239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116003568386635239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/116003568386635239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/laura-shrugged.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115997310695582904</id><published>2006-10-04T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T07:45:13.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/32/57729429_7d9431206e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;"Oh, come ON, ref!" the coach screamed, the blood rushing to his head. "You're KILLING me out there!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115997310695582904?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115997310695582904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115997310695582904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115997310695582904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115997310695582904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-come-on-ref-coach-screamed-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115997663272990548</id><published>2006-10-03T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T08:47:35.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/54/120269505_3255ba2912.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;"No, I think Mark took it really well," Chelsea said to Kristin. "I told him I wanted to wait until marriage, and he kissed my cheek and said that he respects my decision. He then said he was going to take a walk down by the lake."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115997663272990548?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115997663272990548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115997663272990548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115997663272990548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115997663272990548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-i-think-mark-took-it-really-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115951359908717646</id><published>2006-09-29T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:07:14.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/37/118612040_74f3f660ae_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;The Hodgkins had left Pete shriveled and weary. He lifted his head from his hospital bed, and looked at Jordan and Seth. "Dudes...just promise me," he whispered. "Promise me that you'll party like I'm...you know... &lt;i&gt;still there&lt;/i&gt;." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115951359908717646?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115951359908717646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115951359908717646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115951359908717646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115951359908717646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/09/hodgkins-had-left-pete-shriveled-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115943129475691222</id><published>2006-09-28T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T10:17:22.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/47/168750702_8df57ec413.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kendrick knocked on Jason's door and asked if he was coming down to dinner. "No thanks, Mom," came his reply. "I'm good right now."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115943129475691222?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115943129475691222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115943129475691222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115943129475691222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115943129475691222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/09/mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115938048313433874</id><published>2006-09-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T11:08:03.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/46/111464139_07f467eec9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Jim could see that Nick wasn't laughing. "Oh, c'mon, you old cocksucker," Jim chuckled, elbowing Nick. "We kid because we love."  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115938048313433874?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115938048313433874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115938048313433874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115938048313433874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115938048313433874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/09/jim-could-see-that-nick-wasnt-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115926099877668981</id><published>2006-09-26T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T01:56:38.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/32/46580626_e4f9ab8c4d.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Andre bobbed his head as he spit his rhymes. "And if the bitch take yo crack then the bitch gon' get SMACKED!" he rapped. "Unh! Y'ALL FEELIN' ME??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115926099877668981?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115926099877668981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115926099877668981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115926099877668981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115926099877668981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/09/andre-bobbed-his-head-as-he-spit-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115917409943269474</id><published>2006-09-25T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T01:48:19.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/2/1959624_adfb6db178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Lieutenant Van Dyk awoke in a cold sweat, their mangled, broken bodies still vivid in his mind. Try as he may, he couldn't get off the topic of the accident. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115917409943269474?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115917409943269474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115917409943269474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115917409943269474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115917409943269474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/09/lieutenant-van-dyk-awoke-in-cold-sweat.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115917513211144462</id><published>2006-09-24T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T02:05:32.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/40/77877398_3868e87bbd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;"Just one more house and you're done," he told himself, knocking the door. "Just one more, 'Hi, my name is Ronnie, I'm new to the neighborhood, and I'm a registered sex offend-' Oh, hello." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115917513211144462?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115917513211144462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115917513211144462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115917513211144462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115917513211144462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-one-more-house-and-youre-done-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115917213921829559</id><published>2006-09-23T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T01:15:39.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/40/76807430_79e6a848ec.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;"If you don't shut up, they will FIND US!" the leader whispered. "Who?" the new guy asked. "&lt;i&gt;Who&lt;/i&gt; will find us?" The others stared ahead grimly. "The women," one of them finally said. "The &lt;i&gt;women&lt;/i&gt; will find us."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115917213921829559?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115917213921829559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115917213921829559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115917213921829559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115917213921829559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-you-dont-shut-up-they-will-find-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115889453739954063</id><published>2006-09-22T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:08:57.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/55/132755086_ad6b1faaee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Rosa Marquez was stabbed to death last night in Central Park. Dozens of people heard her cries; not one offered her aid.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115889453739954063?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115889453739954063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115889453739954063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115889453739954063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115889453739954063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/09/rosa-marquez-was-stabbed-to-death-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115881680772012821</id><published>2006-09-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:39:29.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/90/248778488_9eab6b9556.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;"Oh, and Leslie? I've pretty much &lt;i&gt;forgotten&lt;/i&gt; about having sex," Jason said as the waitress brought them two more mimosas. "These days I'm lucky if Trevor even gives me so much as a 'Good night' before passing out."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115881680772012821?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115881680772012821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115881680772012821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115881680772012821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115881680772012821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-and-leslie-ive-pretty-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115874460260608168</id><published>2006-09-20T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T02:31:17.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/23/175074690_6586074499.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;The Duke raised an eyebrow. "Ahh, my old nemesis," he whispered, his pulse racing. "Tonight there shall be no escaping my grasp!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115874460260608168?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115874460260608168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115874460260608168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115874460260608168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115874460260608168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/09/duke-raised-eyebrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34086279.post-115865469496215872</id><published>2006-09-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:31:59.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chriskula.com/misc/flickr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/23/34871303_c5220e5ffb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Marissa had been with a couple before, but...she wasn't sure about this. Sergio and Julie smiled at her reassuringly. "Don't worry, sweetie," Sergio said. "He's just going to watch."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34086279-115865469496215872?l=flickrpunch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115865469496215872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34086279&amp;postID=115865469496215872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115865469496215872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34086279/posts/default/115865469496215872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickrpunch.blogspot.com/2006/09/marissa-had-been-with-couple-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Kula</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11436696639973868585'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>