<?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-8571973378633246815</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:36:11.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dark Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiny Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04915414033199295661</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571973378633246815.post-3461393783106075029</id><published>2008-04-22T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:02:20.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PENIS AND VAGINA PENIS AND VAGINA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PUT MY PENIS IN YOUR VAGINA AND YOU MOAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR VAGINA GOES ON MY PENIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WE SING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENIS AND VAGINA PENIS AND VAGINA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04915414033199295661</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-8571973378633246815.post-2734620065352768235</id><published>2008-04-22T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:01:07.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why are we put on this earth and why are we so caught up in ourselves and not living free and without responsiblity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571973378633246815-2734620065352768235?l=tinytims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/feeds/2734620065352768235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571973378633246815&amp;postID=2734620065352768235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default/2734620065352768235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default/2734620065352768235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-are-we-put-on-this-earth-and-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiny Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04915414033199295661</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-8571973378633246815.post-6297727739705799140</id><published>2008-04-22T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:00:06.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today at school right, oh by the way i am a sophomore in high school. so anyway, i like this girl but she is in a relationship with another guy from another school. but i still hit on her, because that has worked for me before, but i still get the feeling that she is hitting on me and flirting with me even though she denies it. she reminds me of another girl i know who i used to worship but that was like six years ago. so what should i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571973378633246815-6297727739705799140?l=tinytims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/feeds/6297727739705799140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571973378633246815&amp;postID=6297727739705799140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default/6297727739705799140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default/6297727739705799140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-today-at-school-right-oh-by-way-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiny Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04915414033199295661</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-8571973378633246815.post-837235985410254066</id><published>2008-04-22T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:55:51.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this might be a little weird that i am telling everyone this but i just shaved/cleaned up my pubes. they were getting a little long and now they are short and clean, i sort of have them in a square shape with the sides cleaned and shaved completely. but let me ask this. is it weird for a guy to shave his pubes, does it make it look bigger, smaller, what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571973378633246815-837235985410254066?l=tinytims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571973378633246815.post-4649437797652125512</id><published>2008-04-21T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:40:43.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>bored as usual i want to be asleep and it like nine 40 and i rather be downstairs eating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571973378633246815-4649437797652125512?l=tinytims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/feeds/4649437797652125512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571973378633246815&amp;postID=4649437797652125512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default/4649437797652125512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default/4649437797652125512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>Tiny Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04915414033199295661</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-8571973378633246815.post-6478988881972990130</id><published>2008-04-21T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:39:49.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work is fun and shitty</title><content type='html'>Work is fun and shitty, let me tell you why, first i dont like being told what to do by a fucking freshman, who for some reason thinks that he is my boss, but hell no he is my fellow employee, although i sort of have two bosses, i think it is better to have one. my hiring boss can be a dick at times, i dont enjoy working outside around flowers and spreading mulch. this is not my type of work. i rather be helping customers, instead of spreading mulch and moving damn flowers around. but the biggest problem is that his daughter works there and she is really attractive. and interesting to look at, she has become more of a distraction to me, i find myself looking for vantage points to watch her stand with a clip board in hand helping customers with flowers. rather me working on the mulch i am finding myself more and more looking at her. which i dont know why but she seems interesting to look at, she is beautiful but off limits, because if i were to date her and hurt her not phisically but you know break her heart, its my ass that i have to deal with seeing her and that she is related to my boss. fuck that shit, i rather look and dream then rather actually form a relationship with her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571973378633246815-6478988881972990130?l=tinytims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/feeds/6478988881972990130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571973378633246815&amp;postID=6478988881972990130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default/6478988881972990130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default/6478988881972990130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/2008/04/work-is-fun-and-shitty.html' title='Work is fun and shitty'/><author><name>Tiny Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04915414033199295661</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-8571973378633246815.post-3287755841386698396</id><published>2008-04-21T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:29:44.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices in her head</title><content type='html'>Fuck she screamed in the middle of the night. she awoke to only find that she was alone in bed wearing what she had put on the day before. she looked around for any signs of people who might have been in her room, then she heard someone say "go back to bed baby" "she whispered dad is that you?" "don't ask questions and do as i say, lay back down and go to bed" this freaked her out and she did what she was told. she laid back down and sighed a relief of comfort as she sank back into her temperpedic bed. she didn't believe for one minute that she was alone so she looked at her night stand and grabbed her red flashlight. she tried to turn it on but found that it was low on batteries and then it happened. her hand began to tremble and move down under the covers. she was afraid to think of what might happen next but was relieved when she just started to scratch the fresh patch of hair forming on her mound. she tried to go back to sleep and found it hard to, so she started counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she awoke the next morning she found that she was in a different pair of underwear and the color of her tank top had changed. this confused her greatly and she decided to go downstairs and ask her parents, if they had change her in the middle of the night. this wasn't uncommon for her father to change her in the middle of the night because she often was over heated and wet when she awoke from sleep. she crept down the stairs and walked into the kitchen and asked what was going on. her father noticed the strange look on her face and pulled her aside to explain why she was wearing something different. to her surprise he had come into her room that night to find her cursing and screaming about hearing voices in her room. she had made the request to be changed into another pair of underwear and top because she was hot and sweaty from her nightmare. of course her father helped and got her undressed and into new clothes. she never expected that her dad was taking advantage of her while she was in these fits and nightmares, even though he had helped her out of her clothes and into new ones but now she was getting older and she was going through puberty and had had some strange conversations with her father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571973378633246815-3287755841386698396?l=tinytims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/feeds/3287755841386698396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571973378633246815&amp;postID=3287755841386698396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default/3287755841386698396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default/3287755841386698396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/2008/04/voices-in-her-head.html' title='Voices in her head'/><author><name>Tiny Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04915414033199295661</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-8571973378633246815.post-8402115773950283298</id><published>2008-04-21T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:33:23.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs and Tim</title><content type='html'>He awoke suddenly in his bed and had to go to the bathroom, he rose walked to the bedroom door and slowly opened it. Standing about fifteen feet in front of him was a small boy, whom he had never seen before, but before his thought process could react it was gone. Strange he thought as he walked to the bathroom. He opened the door and believed that he had seen blood spurting out of the shower walls, and in the center of the tile floor laid a dead woman. He walked over to the toilet and slowly pulled out his penis and started pissing, in about mid-stream he heard a blood curling scream. He tapped his penis a couple of times and went to find the source of the noise. He left the bathroom, and the woman on the floor, and walked into the hall. From there he could hear the scream more clearly now, he stumbled down the hallway and turned and faced the last door on the left. He pushed it open only to reveal a empty room with a rocking chair in the middle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571973378633246815-8402115773950283298?l=tinytims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/feeds/8402115773950283298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571973378633246815&amp;postID=8402115773950283298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default/8402115773950283298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571973378633246815/posts/default/8402115773950283298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytims.blogspot.com/2008/04/drugs-and-tim.html' title='Drugs and Tim'/><author><name>Tiny Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04915414033199295661</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></feed>
