<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753626248793410190.post1466056384542531891..comments</id><updated>2009-06-07T20:19:08.953-07:00</updated><category term='::'/><category term='GOD BLESS AMERICA'/><title type='text'>Comments on Rose About Town: "BIG RED"... A CAR WITH MEANING</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.roseabouttown.com/feeds/1466056384542531891/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/1466056384542531891/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.roseabouttown.com/2009/06/big-red-car-with-meaning.html'/><author><name>roseabouttown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230333285912843058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkJAYtpAUfE/TguL8a1unAI/AAAAAAAAAho/2EfgJivVIAo/s220/rosephotoby%2Bconnie%2B2011final%2Bcrop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753626248793410190.post-169705018241607700</id><published>2009-06-07T20:19:08.953-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:19:08.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob and Rose were driving through country on their...</title><content type='html'>Bob and Rose were driving through country on their way from Ohio to Washington State. &lt;br /&gt;Looking at his fuel gauge, Bob decided to stop at the next gasoline station and fill up. About 15 minutes later, he spots a Mobil station and pulls over to the high octane pump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What can I do for ya&amp;#39;ll?&amp;quot; asks the attendant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Fill `er up with high test,&amp;quot; replies Bob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the attendant is filling up the tank, he&amp;#39;s looking the car up and down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What kinda car is this?&amp;quot; he asks. &amp;quot;I never seen one like it before.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; responds Bob, his chest swelling up with pride, &amp;quot;This, my boy. It is a 1995 Cadillac.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What all&amp;#39;s it got in it?&amp;quot; asks the attendant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; says Bob, &amp;quot;It has everything. It&amp;#39;s loaded with power steering, power seats, power sun roof, power mirrors, AM/FM radio with a 10 deck CD player in the trunk with 100 watts per channel, 8 speaker stereo, rack and pinion steering, disk brakes all around, leather interior, digital instrument package, and best of all, an all American V8 engine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Wow,&amp;quot; says the attendant, &amp;quot;that&amp;#39;s really something!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;How much do I owe you for the gasoline?&amp;quot; Bob asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;ll be $30.17,&amp;quot; says the attendant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob pulls out his money clip and peels off a $20 and a $10. He goes into his other pocket and pulls out a handful of change. Mixed up with the change are a few golf tees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What are those little wooden things?&amp;quot; asks the attendant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s what I put my balls on when I drive,&amp;quot; Bob replies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Wow,&amp;quot; says the attendant, &amp;quot;Those Cadillac people think of everything!&amp;quot;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/1466056384542531891/comments/default/169705018241607700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/1466056384542531891/comments/default/169705018241607700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.roseabouttown.com/2009/06/big-red-car-with-meaning.html?showComment=1244431148953#c169705018241607700' title=''/><author><name>BR'ER BEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.roseabouttown.com/2009/06/big-red-car-with-meaning.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753626248793410190.post-1466056384542531891' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/posts/default/1466056384542531891' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-37368765'/></entry></feed>
