<?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-6032662206972697831</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:52:10.051-07:00</updated><category term='Beth'/><title type='text'>Reprobate In Disguise</title><subtitle type='html'>Normal on the outside, lunacy on the inside.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032662206972697831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Haaaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04909281390937217154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7521/2325/200/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032662206972697831.post-4146472596952509769</id><published>2009-11-14T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:35:44.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My Secretary is Freakin - 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: red; color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beth paused for an exceptionally long time.&amp;nbsp; I wondered if she was about run out of the office again.&amp;nbsp; Beth's jaw was clenched tight and her eyes were tearing up.&amp;nbsp; She looked straight at me, then dropped her gaze to the floor and quietly said, "Steve wants me to show myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure I heard Beth correctly, "What?&amp;nbsp; Show yourself? Show yourself what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth was a little agitated that I didn't get her drift.&amp;nbsp; "Show myself to men.", she said tensely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation was surreal.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't believe I was having it with anyone, yet alone Beth.&amp;nbsp; "Which men?", I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does he have any men, in particular, that he wants you to show yourself to?", I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He wants me show myself to....I can't say.", Beth said as her face turned a little red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK...When Steve says 'show yourself', what does he mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth turned a little more red and looked at the floor again, "He wants me to take my top off and display my breasts for men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK...", I was stunned.&amp;nbsp; I asked again, "What men are you supposed to show your breasts too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You!", Beth snapped.&amp;nbsp; "Steve wants me to display my breasts to you, my boss.&amp;nbsp; He says it would be a big turn-on for him to know that I strip for my boss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you feel about that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth was at the edge of her coping skills, "What are you a psychiatrist?!&amp;nbsp; I feel embarrassed, but I promised Steve I would let him push me farther out of my comfort zone.&amp;nbsp; I need to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly didn't think Beth would go through with stripping, so I decided to push her a bit.&amp;nbsp; "OK, then you need to ask me.", I said firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask you what?", Beth looked confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned over my desk and looked straight into Beth's blue eyes, "You need to ask me for permission to display your breasts to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth stood up and said, "Mr. Caligula, may I please display my breasts to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned back in my chair, "Very well then, Beth.&amp;nbsp; Come around the desk, stand directly in front of me, and display your breasts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth took a digital camera out her purse came around the desk and stood just beyond my knees.&amp;nbsp; She handed the camera to me.&amp;nbsp; Beth looked straight ahead and slowly took off her dark blue suit jacket.&amp;nbsp; She placed the jacket on my desk.&amp;nbsp; I noticed Beth's fingers hands shaking as she undid the buttons on her white, silk blouse.&amp;nbsp; She still wouldn't look at me.&amp;nbsp; When the blouse was unbuttoned, she slid it off her shoulders and laid it on my desk over her suit jacket.&amp;nbsp; Beth stood there for a moment, as if at attention.&amp;nbsp; She had on a white lacy bra with a front clasp.&amp;nbsp; At this point, I was pretty sure she wouldn't go any further. I thought it might be fun to push Beth a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an authoritative tone with Beth, "Well? Are you just going to stand there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please give me a moment - not sure I can do it.", Beth said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean you wasted my time?", I said, acting annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine!", Beth yelled as she unclasped her bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth slid her bra off and laid it over her other clothes on my desk.&amp;nbsp; She stood at attention right in front of me, looking straight ahead at the wall.&amp;nbsp; I had never really noticed what beautiful, full, pendulous chernobyls she had.&amp;nbsp; As each moment of silence passed, Beth's nipples grew stiffer.&amp;nbsp; She was standing there, in front of her boss, topless.&amp;nbsp; I think Beth was in overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth quietly made a request, "Will you please take a picture of me, so that Steve knows I really did this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "OK, but you need to strike a better pose.&amp;nbsp; Take the back of your hands and push in at the sides of your breasts, so that you are really displaying them for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth took a deep breath of restraint and pushed in on her breasts.&amp;nbsp; I took pictures of Beth from every angle, playing like I was some sort of professional photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about twenty pictures, I said, "OK..now dance around like an idiot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!!", Beth yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can keep your hands up by your big, full tit-ties and do a River Dance kind of thing.", I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's enough, I'm getting dressed.", Beth said sternly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O...K", I said, knowing that Beth had had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth quickly got dressed, grabbed her camera, and put it in her purse.&amp;nbsp; As she was leaving, she said, "Thank you for doing this."&amp;nbsp; Then, Beth ran out of my office and the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #6aa84f;"&gt;more later.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032662206972697831-4146472596952509769?l=reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4146472596952509769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-secretary-is-freakin-2-beth-paused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032662206972697831/posts/default/4146472596952509769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032662206972697831/posts/default/4146472596952509769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-secretary-is-freakin-2-beth-paused.html' title=''/><author><name>Haaaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04909281390937217154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7521/2325/200/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032662206972697831.post-1906174507464701485</id><published>2009-11-08T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:59:39.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;My Secretary is Freakin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;My assistant, Beth, is a pretty, relatively conservative young lady. &amp;nbsp;Honestly, I hired Beth because of her professional attitude, but I have to admit her looks were an added bonus to the workplace. &amp;nbsp;About three months ago she married, Steve, a fellow she had been dating for five years. &amp;nbsp;In the few times I met Steve, I could easily see that he was lot more adventurous than Beth. &amp;nbsp;Steve easily joked about sex, swinging, and public nudity. &amp;nbsp; Beth never brought up sex in public and seemed very repressed. &amp;nbsp;In fact, in the three years we worked together, we actually never touched. &amp;nbsp;It was odd that she married Steve, because he seemed turned on by putting his wife on display. &amp;nbsp;When he would refer to Beth as his "hotwife", Beth would squirm a bit, then smile. &amp;nbsp;Steve was definitely pushing Beth to explore her limits. &amp;nbsp;I got the feeling that while Steve made Beth uncomfortable, she was a little turned on by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Last week, Beth seemed on edge. &amp;nbsp;I was worried her workload was too much for her, so I asked her about it, "Beth, is everything OK? &amp;nbsp;You seem pretty tense this week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;"I't's not work; it's home.", Beth replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;"OK, do you want to talk about it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;"It's Steve. &amp;nbsp;Hey, what do you think of Steve?", asked Beth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;This was a loaded question. &amp;nbsp;I responded carefully, "Steve is a lot fun. &amp;nbsp;I enjoy his offbeat sense of humor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Beth seemed to key off this response, "That's the problem! &amp;nbsp;Steve wants me to... &amp;nbsp;Forget it, I can't talk about it."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Beth hurried out of my office. &amp;nbsp;I reminded myself that Beth's personal life was her private domain and put the whole conversation out of my mind. &amp;nbsp;At the end of the day, Beth came back into my office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;She quietly said, "I'm sorry I cut you off earlier."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;"That's no problem.", I said. &amp;nbsp;"I didn't mean to pry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Beth say down, putting her elbows on my desk, "No, you were great. &amp;nbsp;I need someone to talk to about this. &amp;nbsp;It's very personal. &amp;nbsp;Would you mind talking with me about it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Given our always professional relationship, I was stunned, "OK...Go ahead...I"m happy to help."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;more later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032662206972697831-1906174507464701485?l=reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1906174507464701485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-secretary-is-freakin-my-assistant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032662206972697831/posts/default/1906174507464701485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032662206972697831/posts/default/1906174507464701485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-secretary-is-freakin-my-assistant.html' title=''/><author><name>Haaaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04909281390937217154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7521/2325/200/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032662206972697831.post-8341981979076766107</id><published>2009-11-06T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:40:44.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry folks! I had to go off the grid for a while, but I'm back for more fun and games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6032662206972697831-8341981979076766107?l=reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8341981979076766107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032662206972697831/posts/default/8341981979076766107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032662206972697831/posts/default/8341981979076766107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reprobateindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Haaaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04909281390937217154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7521/2325/200/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
