<?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-6294754</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:09:47.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk with guns</title><subtitle type='html'>No spot for your opinion. If I want your opinion I`ll tell you what it is!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkwithguns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkwithguns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803688405822637533</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-6294754.post-110877356080576789</id><published>2005-02-18T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:25:21.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Same sex marriage…Bill c38 must die.       I have noticed a lot of my friends and family have been posting on their sites a sympathetic opinion the “Same Sex Marriage” issue.       I feel it is my obligation as a man and a Canadian to strongly object to any of this same sex crap that our government intends to heave down our throats.       Same sex marriage has now become one of the leading causes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/110877356080576789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/110877356080576789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkwithguns.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110877356080576789' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803688405822637533</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294754.post-109562438573430690</id><published>2004-09-19T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T13:06:25.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The heavenly gift from BellIt seems that for some odd reason no long distance calls placed to my residence can get through and I mean nobody…I can’t even call my house from out of town with my cell or from the cottage phone.Now to many, this would seem like a dreadful thing. Not so in my evaluation.1. Since this godsend we have received no calls from telemarketers…none…nada…not a one. The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/109562438573430690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/109562438573430690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkwithguns.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109562438573430690' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803688405822637533</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294754.post-108666427225071768</id><published>2004-06-07T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T20:17:05.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12 step programBeing the owner of a newly acquired motorcycle I was looking over my license and noticed that during the transfer from Ontario to Quebec that my motorcycle qualifications had mysteriously vanished. I assumed that this was just an oversight during the transfer and off I went to the license bureau to clear things up with government.The license bureau in Montreal is a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/108666427225071768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/108666427225071768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkwithguns.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108666427225071768' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803688405822637533</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294754.post-108562114408318110</id><published>2004-05-26T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T18:25:44.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freedom 65Retirement is a time that many men on the railway look forward to and spend years planning as they count down the few final excruciating months. Others have slightly bent perspective on the golden years.I recently worked with an old conductor who was being forced out at age 65. He opted out of the CN pension plan and thus is leaving with only a government pension.On the other hand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/108562114408318110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/108562114408318110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkwithguns.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108562114408318110' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803688405822637533</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294754.post-108105411697253492</id><published>2004-04-03T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T17:26:31.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A few weeks ago I was sitting with several of the Harley biker boys from work and listened to them bitch and complain about the driving conditions for Hogsheads in the city of Montreal. It was their opinion that our city was by far the worst place to be on 2 wheels due to traffic, the abysmal state of the roadbed, aggressive driving techniques of the minivan  and  the newly created “Beater </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/108105411697253492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/108105411697253492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkwithguns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108105411697253492' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803688405822637533</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294754.post-107879591610271928</id><published>2004-03-08T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T17:35:02.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chicks hate VIA Rail I was standing in the long line at a bank today, perhaps for the first time in several years since I acquired an interac card....thank god for that puppy!!! I’ve always been of the opinion that people standing in a line are mandated to act in a definite way. Look at your watch, re-read the paperwork in your hand, glower at anyone who is wasting time with idle chat up at the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/107879591610271928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/107879591610271928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkwithguns.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107879591610271928' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803688405822637533</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294754.post-107724839341353971</id><published>2004-02-19T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T19:46:13.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanted..Dead or alive.Last Friday night, on my way home from work on the other side of Montreal I noticed the steering on the big black Blazer seemed a little unresponsive. As it was a windy night I assumed the problem was that I was driving a big square box high off the ground in 30 mph crosswinds. Wrong!After taking the exit from the highway and making a right turn I noticed a sound and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/107724839341353971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/107724839341353971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkwithguns.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107724839341353971' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803688405822637533</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294754.post-107345107742144868</id><published>2004-01-06T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T20:03:58.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey blog dogs,Seeing as this is my first post  " avoided for for many years in some effort to deny the geek that lives inside the man"  I figure it`s only fitting to explain my title and possibly newly aquired Cottage reputation (Drunk with guns).....mmm... even typing it feels manly.The origin of the name goes back to last sping when after a hard day of work at the family cottage. A friend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/107345107742144868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294754/posts/default/107345107742144868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkwithguns.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107345107742144868' title=''/><author><name>Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803688405822637533</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></entry></feed>
