<?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-17555324</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:42:32.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard in Cow Town</title><subtitle type='html'>yes, someone's listening...   
you can email us your overheards at overheardincowtown@yahoo.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-114680669083340859</id><published>2006-05-04T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:25:40.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What every girl wants to hear</title><content type='html'>Guy: I'm not going to start dating until I get over myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CoffeeHouse&lt;br /&gt;Overheard by the roguish Ricardo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-114680669083340859?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114680669083340859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114680669083340859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-every-girl-wants-to-hear.html' title='What every girl wants to hear'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-114680659655236529</id><published>2006-05-04T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:23:46.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy will SHE be sorry..</title><content type='html'>Two guys exit the co-op&lt;br /&gt;Guy #1: Hey dude, that girl in line behind us was checking you out.&lt;br /&gt;Guy #2: Was she hot?&lt;br /&gt;Guy #1: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Guy #2: Let's go back and show her how wrong she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Co-op&lt;br /&gt;Overheard by the strapping Ricardo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-114680659655236529?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114680659655236529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114680659655236529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/05/boy-will-she-be-sorry.html' title='Boy will SHE be sorry..'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-114660912789268659</id><published>2006-05-02T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:32:07.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start small..</title><content type='html'>Guy 1: I'm going to go to coffee with her later too. &lt;br /&gt;Guy 2 [with no (much needed) sarcasm]: Hey man, good job!! Someone actually made a friend in class! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Near Shields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-114660912789268659?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114660912789268659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114660912789268659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/05/start-small.html' title='Start small..'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-114660900560264900</id><published>2006-05-02T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:30:05.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh don't worry, they don't make it taste like charity!</title><content type='html'>Girl 1: So what's this whole 'Fair Trade' thing about?&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Well you buy your coffee from them and money goes back to the towns and villiages it came from. &lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: And I'm supposed to care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kerr Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-114660900560264900?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114660900560264900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114660900560264900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-dont-worry-they-dont-make-it-taste.html' title='Oh don&apos;t worry, they don&apos;t make it taste like charity!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-114660890502311427</id><published>2006-05-02T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:28:25.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The important things in life, kept in perspective.</title><content type='html'>Girl on cellphone: Hi, Mom?  Hey, I have a question.  Well I spilled orange juice all over my jacket when I was making breakfast this morning.  Yeah, the white one, I'm still wearing it.  Well do you think I should skip class.. just get off the bus and clean it off?  Ok thanks, yeah I'll just get off at the next stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W line Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-114660890502311427?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114660890502311427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114660890502311427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/05/important-things-in-life-kept-in.html' title='The important things in life, kept in perspective.'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-114314785950993781</id><published>2006-03-23T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:04:19.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping things in perspective</title><content type='html'>Girl1: Whenever I go back to my parent's house I always wish that I had a laptop. &lt;br /&gt;Girl2: It is really hard to share with parents.  Plus all your stuff in on your computer!&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: Totally.. like my pirated version of Lego Star Wars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-114314785950993781?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114314785950993781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114314785950993781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/03/keeping-things-in-perspective.html' title='Keeping things in perspective'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-114314775188253844</id><published>2006-03-23T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:02:31.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination comes in many forms</title><content type='html'>Guy1: There is one guy in the group who is totally socially inept!&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: He should go on 'Beauty and the Geek'&lt;br /&gt;[telling silence]&lt;br /&gt;Guy1: You watch that show??&lt;br /&gt;Guy2: Uhh well no.  I mean, but last time it was the finale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-114314775188253844?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114314775188253844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114314775188253844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/03/procrastination-comes-in-many-forms.html' title='Procrastination comes in many forms'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-114314763853635356</id><published>2006-03-23T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:00:38.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Code speak: decoded!</title><content type='html'>Girl1: Why are you all dressed up today?&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: Cause yesterday you said that I looked depressed and nothing says 'depressed' like looking like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Olson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-114314763853635356?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114314763853635356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114314763853635356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/03/code-speak-decoded.html' title='Code speak: decoded!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-114126857621157606</id><published>2006-03-01T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:02:56.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Service with a smile!</title><content type='html'>Guy: I like it when I can go to the bathroom and sit down on the toilet and have the seat still be warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Near MU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-114126857621157606?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114126857621157606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114126857621157606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/03/service-with-smile.html' title='Service with a smile!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-114126851104182138</id><published>2006-03-01T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:01:51.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the cultural tradition alive!</title><content type='html'>Girl1: I sabotaged your load!&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: You would, you crafty little Asian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Two girls discussing laundry on Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-114126851104182138?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114126851104182138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114126851104182138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/03/keeping-cultural-tradition-alive.html' title='Keeping the cultural tradition alive!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-114126834120598385</id><published>2006-03-01T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:59:01.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just punch out your friend now and get over the years of bitter struggle.</title><content type='html'>Girl1: Why are you walking so fast?&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: Because it's raining.  Why are you walking so slowly?&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: Because it's raining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Near Silo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-114126834120598385?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114126834120598385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114126834120598385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-punch-out-your-friend-now-and-get.html' title='Just punch out your friend now and get over the years of bitter struggle.'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-114126808219741404</id><published>2006-03-01T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:54:42.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the best out of a bad situation</title><content type='html'>Girl1: ' You look like a hooker'-- that just hurts!&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: Like my fist and your face hurts!&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: ...I like fists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-114126808219741404?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114126808219741404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/114126808219741404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/03/making-best-out-of-bad-situation.html' title='Making the best out of a bad situation'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113995980735831990</id><published>2006-02-14T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:30:07.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense of Humor with your Valtrex?</title><content type='html'>Girl: Ok, worst Valentine's Day ever?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: High school.. My would-have-been girlfriend broke the news to me that she had herpes.  Tried to make a joke of it, saying "Happy VD Day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113995980735831990?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113995980735831990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113995980735831990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/02/sense-of-humor-with-your-valtrex.html' title='Sense of Humor with your Valtrex?'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113946429624023535</id><published>2006-02-08T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:51:36.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As we have daily proof</title><content type='html'>Prof: I will remind you that even paranoids have enemies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Class in Olson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113946429624023535?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113946429624023535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113946429624023535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/02/as-we-have-daily-proof.html' title='As we have daily proof'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113946424851321845</id><published>2006-02-08T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:50:48.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's a good friend..</title><content type='html'>Girl: I think I have a bladder problem!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I could have told you as much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On Unitrans bus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113946424851321845?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113946424851321845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113946424851321845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/02/now-thats-good-friend.html' title='Now that&apos;s a good friend..'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113876492403007097</id><published>2006-01-31T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:35:24.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And thus it begins..</title><content type='html'>Prof: Ah science majors.. we have a special place in hell for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CompLit class in Olson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113876492403007097?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113876492403007097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113876492403007097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-thus-it-begins.html' title='And thus it begins..'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113831030935885124</id><published>2006-01-26T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T13:18:33.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Except..</title><content type='html'>Girl to her tall, Caucasian friend: Has anyone ever told you that you look Asian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113831030935885124?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113831030935885124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113831030935885124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/01/except.html' title='Except..'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113778936397375446</id><published>2006-01-20T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:36:03.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The department to which the UC money really goes..</title><content type='html'>Girl1: Where's your class?&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: In Keebler. &lt;br /&gt;Girl1: Uh, Kleiber?&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: Oh yeah, like the elves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113778936397375446?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113778936397375446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113778936397375446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/01/department-to-which-uc-money-really.html' title='The department to which the UC money really goes..'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113778919646470200</id><published>2006-01-20T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:33:16.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So that's what the kids are calling it nowadays..</title><content type='html'>Two girls discussing a phone conversation:&lt;br /&gt;"It went like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: I felt it last night!&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: What, his penis?&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: No!  IT!&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: His penis??&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: NO! That.. &lt;em&gt;lovey feeling&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113778919646470200?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113778919646470200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113778919646470200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-thats-what-kids-are-calling-it.html' title='So that&apos;s what the kids are calling it nowadays..'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113778903906634811</id><published>2006-01-20T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:30:39.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to see your tuition is paying for this education</title><content type='html'>Girl on cell phone: What if she had a baby with herself? Haha yes, how very Virgin Mary-esque! Well if she's a hermaphrodite she could do it-- just extract some sperm or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-near MU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113778903906634811?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113778903906634811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113778903906634811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-to-see-your-tuition-is-paying-for.html' title='Good to see your tuition is paying for this education'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113718167764546949</id><published>2006-01-13T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:47:57.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beam me up, Overheard!</title><content type='html'>Group of students waiting to get on the bus outside the Art Building Terminal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: This is ridiculous!  We need to just advance to the days of "Star Trek" and teleport home!  [makes loud teleport-esque noise, then realizes what she has done]&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: Yes, we heard that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Outside Art&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113718167764546949?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113718167764546949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113718167764546949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/01/beam-me-up-overheard.html' title='Beam me up, Overheard!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113718142051805797</id><published>2006-01-13T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:43:40.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That belongs in "Chicken Soup for the Romantic's Soul"</title><content type='html'>Professor: Yes exactly, so he is 'lost' in a sense of being found.  [long pause]  That's too cute by half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Classroom in Olson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113718142051805797?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113718142051805797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113718142051805797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/01/that-belongs-in-chicken-soup-for.html' title='That belongs in &quot;Chicken Soup for the Romantic&apos;s Soul&quot;'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113718125360240234</id><published>2006-01-13T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:40:53.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyclops children are the new emo</title><content type='html'>Girl1: I want to have a Cyclops child!&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: Well with your genes I bet you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Near Art Building&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113718125360240234?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113718125360240234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113718125360240234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/01/cyclops-children-are-new-emo.html' title='Cyclops children are the new emo'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113718111412933632</id><published>2006-01-13T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:38:34.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That would have been an interesting art school application..</title><content type='html'>Guy: If I weren't in this major I would have gone to art school.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Really?? Me too!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oh cool. My favorite art is stuff like Dali--&lt;br /&gt;[blank look]&lt;br /&gt;--you know, the guy with the melting clocks?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Oh I don't know him. I like stuff like.. well do you know [indistinct mumble of a name]?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No. I don't really know that many artists..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-on Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113718111412933632?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113718111412933632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113718111412933632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/01/that-would-have-been-interesting-art.html' title='That would have been an interesting art school application..'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113657542522307925</id><published>2006-01-06T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:44:13.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Points for admitting it at least..</title><content type='html'>Guy talking to two female friends: I don't know if I can fully count as a man anymore.. I watched "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" with my mom over the break and I think I grew a temporary vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Outside MU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113657542522307925?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113657542522307925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113657542522307925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/01/points-for-admitting-it-at-least.html' title='Points for admitting it at least..'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113657520843019386</id><published>2006-01-06T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:20:08.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can tell a lot about a people by their buns</title><content type='html'>Professor: The Germans have a different way of looking at breakfast displays, and therefore a different way of looking at the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-German class in Olson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113657520843019386?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113657520843019386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113657520843019386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-can-tell-lot-about-people-by-their.html' title='You can tell a lot about a people by their buns'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113510452802739359</id><published>2005-12-20T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T10:48:48.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've always longed for the day when a man tells me that 2% of women really are hotter than me"</title><content type='html'>Suit and tie wearing type sitting at the bar talkin to a definate multi-colored dreads sporting type lady, trying to woo her and the like. They're chatting for a good long while and then he pulls out: "So, you know you're in better shape than like 95% of the women in here...no make that 98!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sophia's&lt;br /&gt;Emailed overheard... snarky title contribution and all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113510452802739359?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113510452802739359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113510452802739359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-always-longed-for-day-when-man.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve always longed for the day when a man tells me that 2% of women really are hotter than me&quot;'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113471253581700933</id><published>2005-12-15T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:55:35.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Smacks forehead]</title><content type='html'>Guy: I hella wanted to get up in front of the class and just argue the counter-point.  So I did and the class hella laughed cause I was the anti-recycling side.  &lt;br /&gt;Girl: What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Well like, trees are only grown so that they can be made into paper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CoHo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113471253581700933?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113471253581700933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113471253581700933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/12/smacks-forehead.html' title='[Smacks forehead]'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113471234609846496</id><published>2005-12-15T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:52:26.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't we all just be friends?</title><content type='html'>Unitrans driver to a friend: Unitrans hates sorority girls.  &lt;br /&gt;Sorority girl, upon hearing this remark: And sorority girls hate ugly busses.  And the vehicles they drive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113471234609846496?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113471234609846496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113471234609846496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/12/cant-we-all-just-be-friends.html' title='Can&apos;t we all just be friends?'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113401006038124934</id><published>2005-12-07T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:47:42.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer up, cart-pusher</title><content type='html'>Two men bike by, one riding a normal bike, the other some crazy bike-cart hybrid.  The former turns to his friend and says: How very emo of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-near the art building&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113401006038124934?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113401006038124934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113401006038124934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/12/cheer-up-cart-pusher.html' title='Cheer up, cart-pusher'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113345654941470474</id><published>2005-12-01T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:03:03.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two for one: avoiding confrontation and getting inheritance..</title><content type='html'>Guy: Tell her your parents died or something. How could you argue at a time like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Checkout line in South Davis Safeway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113345654941470474?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113345654941470474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113345654941470474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/12/two-for-one-avoiding-confrontation-and.html' title='Two for one: avoiding confrontation and getting inheritance..'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113330221590447871</id><published>2005-11-29T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:10:15.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This conversation is WAY too animated</title><content type='html'>Guy 1: I made &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;best sandwich this morning.  I was&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt; excited to eat it!&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Sure seems like it!! What kind was it?&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: Ementhaler, honey roasted turkey and mayo!&lt;br /&gt;Guy2: Wow, that DOES sound really exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On the Quad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113330221590447871?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113330221590447871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113330221590447871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-conversation-is-way-too-animated.html' title='This conversation is WAY too animated'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113330194021209528</id><published>2005-11-29T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:05:40.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... Obviously not what your parents intended</title><content type='html'>Guy 1: I used to smoke like three bowls between classes.  But I can't do that anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Yeah, school is just way too demanding.&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: Totally.  Like I could only smoke once on Tuesday since I had a test in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Man, what is it doing to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113330194021209528?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113330194021209528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113330194021209528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/11/obviously-not-what-your-parents.html' title='... Obviously not what your parents intended'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113330168578163020</id><published>2005-11-29T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:01:25.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe she just answered her own question?</title><content type='html'>Girl to her not-so-sympathetic friend: Why don't I have a boyfriend??  I'm a nice girl.  I'm not stuck up.  That's what sets me apart from a lot of other stupid girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In the MU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113330168578163020?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113330168578163020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113330168578163020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/11/maybe-she-just-answered-her-own.html' title='Maybe she just answered her own question?'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113200736166612881</id><published>2005-11-14T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:30:37.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mondavi Center has nothing on it.</title><content type='html'>Guy: I'm telling you, Davis is such a cultural armpit.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: This coming from a guy who can't stay awake during any film besides "Jaws"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shields Library&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113200736166612881?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113200736166612881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113200736166612881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/11/mondavi-center-has-nothing-on-it.html' title='The Mondavi Center has nothing on it.'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113200722185262019</id><published>2005-11-14T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:30:01.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put that one on your pre-made excuses list.</title><content type='html'>Girl 1: Do you want to come to a movie tomorrow night?&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Is it free?&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Oh wait, I can't-- tomorrow night is a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: What, is that like some "I have to wash my hair" excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-residence in S. Davis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113200722185262019?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113200722185262019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113200722185262019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/11/put-that-one-on-your-pre-made-excuses.html' title='Put that one on your pre-made excuses list.'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113165886678916899</id><published>2005-11-10T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T13:41:15.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll only tell if I get some navigator commission!</title><content type='html'>[right before divide]&lt;br /&gt;Bus driver: Wait, is this the Silo bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W Line (Silo) Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113165886678916899?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113165886678916899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113165886678916899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/11/ill-only-tell-if-i-get-some-navigator.html' title='I&apos;ll only tell if I get some navigator commission!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113151214931145506</id><published>2005-11-08T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:55:49.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing our part to get the SMACK out there.</title><content type='html'>Faux-offended guy talking to female friend: &lt;em&gt;Ooh smack&lt;/em&gt;!  I'm gonna tell everyone you said that, I'm going to put it ALLL up on Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Outside MU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113151214931145506?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113151214931145506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113151214931145506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/11/doing-our-part-to-get-smack-out-there.html' title='Doing our part to get the SMACK out there.'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113151200440254756</id><published>2005-11-08T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:53:24.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well now, that's just laziness talking!</title><content type='html'>Tipsy girl: I need to be on my hands and knees to really work on something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sudwerks Brewery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113151200440254756?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113151200440254756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113151200440254756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-now-thats-just-laziness-talking.html' title='Well now, that&apos;s just laziness talking!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113105101836859840</id><published>2005-11-03T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:50:18.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go for high QUANTITY instead!</title><content type='html'>Girl discussing lunch options with her boyfriend: I don't want to go to Pluto's, I don't feel like salad.  &lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: They have sandwiches too.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I don't like them though, they're too good.. too gourmet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- W line Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113105101836859840?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113105101836859840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113105101836859840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/11/lets-go-for-high-quantity-instead.html' title='Let&apos;s go for high QUANTITY instead!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113097233816259514</id><published>2005-11-02T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:00:16.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry but Calvin already used that excuse</title><content type='html'>Guy on cell phone: I only told her I had to help my brother drive a moving van to the Yukon... &lt;em&gt;I know&lt;/em&gt; but dude I just panicked!... Yeah now she just thinks I have a great sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bainer Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113097233816259514?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113097233816259514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113097233816259514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorry-but-calvin-already-used-that.html' title='Sorry but Calvin already used that excuse'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113097204225453855</id><published>2005-11-02T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:01:31.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When did this become lunch-time conversation?</title><content type='html'>Girl talking to her friend: I really liked the book up until the part where he said that she was as "sweet as a cupcake" that he wants to "lick around the edge for frosting." I don't even know what that means but it can't be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Near the Silo bus terminals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113097204225453855?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113097204225453855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113097204225453855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-did-this-become-lunch-time.html' title='When did this become lunch-time conversation?'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113082528073440556</id><published>2005-10-31T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:09:00.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooooo couch!</title><content type='html'>Guy talking to his girlfriend: Well why don't you go home and put on your "bitch" costume so I won't be the only one who understands what you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Outisde MU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113082528073440556?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113082528073440556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113082528073440556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/hellooooo-couch.html' title='Hellooooo couch!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113054607978431276</id><published>2005-10-28T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T17:34:39.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news students: "poor" is the new "black"</title><content type='html'>[Two guys wandering past the hair product aisle..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: Haircare products are so goddamned expensive!&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Yeah.. that's why my hair is ghetto fabulous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- S. Davis RiteAid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113054607978431276?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113054607978431276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113054607978431276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-news-students-poor-is-new-black.html' title='Good news students: &quot;poor&quot; is the new &quot;black&quot;'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113046258548412484</id><published>2005-10-27T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T18:23:05.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then what's this poking my back?</title><content type='html'>Bio 1C TA: This right here [points to slide] is called "early wood"... not to be confused with "morning wood"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Science Lab, Bio 1C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113046258548412484?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113046258548412484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113046258548412484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/then-whats-this-poking-my-back.html' title='Then what&apos;s this poking my back?'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113045973017288708</id><published>2005-10-27T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:35:30.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When there is no space to run away..</title><content type='html'>Girl talking animatedly on cell phone in the crowded bus: You should hella get a tutor.. I could be your tutor, but you need to understand that I'm totally not going to let you get away with things.. Yeah cause I got A's in the 16 series.. Well if you don't think you need one, fine.-- but see this is just your arrogance talking, you really need my help.. [looks at phone as another call comes through] Ok I can't talk anymore, yeah bye... [answers other call] HEY! How are you?  Yeah.. oh do you want to like study tonight??  &lt;em&gt;What?&lt;/em&gt; You're going out tonight &lt;em&gt;for fun!?&lt;/em&gt;  It's not &lt;em&gt;Halloween&lt;/em&gt; yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- W Line, Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113045973017288708?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113045973017288708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113045973017288708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-there-is-no-space-to-run-away.html' title='When there is no space to run away..'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113045915177296927</id><published>2005-10-27T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:25:51.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>".. Yes, but only when you came to visit"</title><content type='html'>Girl 1: I should really go back home this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Why's that?  Weren't you there all summer?&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: Yeah but I was out all the time and my parents never really saw me..&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2 [snidely]: What, like they were complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- W Line, Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113045915177296927?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113045915177296927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113045915177296927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/yes-but-only-when-you-came-to-visit.html' title='&quot;.. Yes, but only when you came to visit&quot;'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113034050834157967</id><published>2005-10-26T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T08:28:28.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the question we've all been wanting to ask!</title><content type='html'>Lady 1: God, that hurts!&lt;br /&gt;Lady 2: Are the crabs biting again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Outside N. Davis Safeway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113034050834157967?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113034050834157967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113034050834157967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-question-weve-all-been-wanting-to.html' title='It&apos;s the question we&apos;ve all been wanting to ask!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113034041663781417</id><published>2005-10-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T08:26:56.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol isn't the answer.. unless the question is:</title><content type='html'>Frustrated Girl: How did I do it last year without that little tool??&lt;br /&gt;Wise Sage Guy: Beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Appt. off of La Rue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113034041663781417?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113034041663781417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113034041663781417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/alcohol-isnt-answer-unless-question-is.html' title='Alcohol isn&apos;t the answer.. unless the question is:'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113034022210416311</id><published>2005-10-26T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T08:25:08.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of context WOULD have explained these?</title><content type='html'>Some One-Line Gems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy at party: I dropped seeds all over my crotch.. and your hand smells looong afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At same party: [jumbled conversation] "some finger banging on the dashboard" [more jumbled, though slightly quieter conversation] "and fuck coming out... what?" [as room quiets to hear]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Appt. off of La Rue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113034022210416311?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113034022210416311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113034022210416311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-kind-of-context-would-have.html' title='What kind of context WOULD have explained these?'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-113020943338993166</id><published>2005-10-24T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:04:27.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always nice to have friends watching out for you...</title><content type='html'>Guy on cell phone: They broke up last night? Wow, poor Heather-- she deserves better than that. Good thing she still us around....... Oh yeah totally, man, I'm definitly gonna hit that shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Outside the MU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-113020943338993166?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113020943338993166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/113020943338993166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/always-nice-to-have-friends-watching.html' title='Always nice to have friends watching out for you...'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112995803559879319</id><published>2005-10-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:13:55.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I want GOLD</title><content type='html'>On the bus, hum of talking covering all conversations.. suddenly the noise stops and we all hear random guy assert:&lt;br /&gt;"And I'll have your balls on a silver platter!"&lt;br /&gt;[silence reigns]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unitrans, W line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112995803559879319?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112995803559879319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112995803559879319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/but-i-want-gold.html' title='But I want GOLD'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112984537118899262</id><published>2005-10-20T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:56:11.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And here I was thinking he seemed closer to "People"</title><content type='html'>Guy 1: Man, did you hear that Don's girlfriend found out about that other girl at the party last week? &lt;br /&gt;Guy 2 : Nope. &lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: You didn't?  Geez.  Well supposedly some shit went down.  It's totally like Chris and Jen last quarter.  You knew about that right?&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Dude, what do I look like, "InTouch" Magazine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Outside the Silo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112984537118899262?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112984537118899262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112984537118899262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-here-i-was-thinking-he-seemed.html' title='And here I was thinking he seemed closer to &quot;People&quot;'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112969481950984846</id><published>2005-10-18T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:06:59.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where can I get me some of those??</title><content type='html'>Girl talking to friend: I don't know, I was just in a bad mood today.  It made me feel better to wear my antennae and big fat "fuck you" ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Parking lot near Safeway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112969481950984846?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112969481950984846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112969481950984846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/where-can-i-get-me-some-of-those.html' title='Where can I get me some of those??'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112969467527812181</id><published>2005-10-18T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:04:35.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats have nutritional value too, and are delicious with a touch of basil</title><content type='html'>Girl 1 in line: So, do you think that cat food has much nutritional value?&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Yeah I think so.. I mean, people make meatloaf and stuff out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Safeway checkout line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112969467527812181?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112969467527812181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112969467527812181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/cats-have-nutritional-value-too-and.html' title='Cats have nutritional value too, and are delicious with a touch of basil'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112966899424934291</id><published>2005-10-18T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T13:56:34.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good thing girls have eachother to rely on!</title><content type='html'>Girl on cell phone: So then I told her, "No WAY am I going to rub your hairy feet!"  What?  Well, no, but she has cankles.  So who knows what she's hiding under those socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W Line, Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112966899424934291?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112966899424934291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112966899424934291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-thing-girls-have-eachother-to.html' title='Good thing girls have eachother to rely on!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112965353914708333</id><published>2005-10-18T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:38:59.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd be perfect for the CIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Loud man on cell phone outside Wellman: "WE'RE KEEPING IT JUST BETWEEN THE TWO OF US, MAN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every head in the grassy area turns toward him...&lt;br /&gt;                               -Wellman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112965353914708333?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112965353914708333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112965353914708333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/youd-be-perfect-for-cia.html' title='You&apos;d be perfect for the CIA'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112908605982400080</id><published>2005-10-11T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:00:59.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Munchies, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Teacher: The thorns on roses are actually called "prickles"&lt;br /&gt;Hungry Guy in class: "Prickles"... isn't that a type of potato chip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bio 1C, Science Lecture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112908605982400080?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112908605982400080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112908605982400080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/munchies-anyone.html' title='Munchies, anyone?'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112908587241705989</id><published>2005-10-11T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:57:52.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The TA would know, being a German girl and all.</title><content type='html'>Teacher: [reading text on student's shirt] "Everyone loves a German girl" That's nice!      &lt;br /&gt;Student: Yeah, it's a lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-German class, Phys/Geo Building&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112908587241705989?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112908587241705989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112908587241705989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/ta-would-know-being-german-girl-and.html' title='The TA would know, being a German girl and all.'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112908555217843515</id><published>2005-10-11T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:53:57.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we still talking about the bus here?</title><content type='html'>[On crowded bus returning from campus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditzy Girl: This is awful!&lt;br /&gt;Chauvinistic Guy: Yeah I know.. it's like Tetris.  Bend over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- W Line Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112908555217843515?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112908555217843515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112908555217843515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/are-we-still-talking-about-bus-here.html' title='Are we still talking about the bus here?'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112908537672706242</id><published>2005-10-11T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:49:36.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not name it Car-bon?!</title><content type='html'>Girl: I named my car Argon!  Because it's an Element... get it?  Chemistry?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- W Line Unitrans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112908537672706242?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112908537672706242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112908537672706242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-not-name-it-car-bon.html' title='Why not name it Car-bon?!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112899816806480445</id><published>2005-10-10T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:36:08.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Your Wife Going to Leaf You Too?</title><content type='html'>Prof: "I want to talk a little bit more about leaves before we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leaf &lt;/span&gt;here tonight...[dead silence]"&lt;br /&gt;                                BIS 1C Lecture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112899816806480445?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112899816806480445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112899816806480445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-your-wife-going-to-leaf-you-too.html' title='Is Your Wife Going to Leaf You Too?'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112899801392260171</id><published>2005-10-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:33:33.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Psych Majors go for Internships</title><content type='html'>psychotherapist wannabe: "what, you DON'T want to be depressed? Have a cookie! Have a cookie!"&lt;br /&gt;                -Shields Library&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112899801392260171?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112899801392260171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112899801392260171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/where-psych-majors-go-for-internships.html' title='Where the Psych Majors go for Internships'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112899007247485224</id><published>2005-10-10T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:21:12.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not like the class was listening in the first place.</title><content type='html'>Teacher: This vocalization is only found in the dialect spoken in Tokyo-- and where is our native speaker of Japanese from last week? Ah yes, here she is. Now where in Japan are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: Actually, I'm Chinese. It wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Oh. Well, did the Japanese one leave us?&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: That was me!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Good good! So now where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: From the north.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Oh. Too bad. Well, moving onto the next one...&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Well, we have that word too. [Demonstrates]&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Hmm, that's &lt;em&gt;okay.  &lt;/em&gt;But I think it's something more like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Linguistics, Olson Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112899007247485224?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112899007247485224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112899007247485224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-not-like-class-was-listening-in.html' title='It&apos;s not like the class was listening in the first place.'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112872619778319874</id><published>2005-10-07T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:03:17.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany Also Made me a Douche</title><content type='html'>Pretentious German Snob: I think German makes you "math-smarter".  After I lived in Germany, I came back and I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; in math, calc had nothing on me.&lt;br /&gt;                                           -German,  Olson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112872619778319874?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112872619778319874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112872619778319874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/germany-also-made-me-douche.html' title='Germany Also Made me a Douche'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112870464873220500</id><published>2005-10-07T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:06:04.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulate me on my bowel movements too!</title><content type='html'>girl #1: I slept really deeply last night.&lt;br /&gt;girl #2: WAY TO GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;            -Linguistics, Olson Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112870464873220500?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112870464873220500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112870464873220500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/congratulate-me-on-my-bowel-movements.html' title='Congratulate me on my bowel movements too!'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112863810705727525</id><published>2005-10-06T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:06:45.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldstone's Escort Service</title><content type='html'>Guy: I'd like an "I like It" sized ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Coldstone Lady: would you like toppings?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Coldstone Lady: The first one's free!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I've heard that one before.&lt;br /&gt;               -Coldstone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112863810705727525?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112863810705727525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112863810705727525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/coldstones-escort-service.html' title='Coldstone&apos;s Escort Service'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555324.post-112863724557532887</id><published>2005-10-06T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T15:27:20.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>Ahoy and welcome to absurdity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created as a product of boredom and desperation, this site will hopefully serve the purpose of documenting all the ridiculous/amusing/terrifying comments overheard in Davis and allow us all to laugh at the utter stupidity that abounds, whilst carefully considering that we're all probably just as guilty of blurting out equally stupid things in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is encouraged to contribute comments so email overheardincowtown@yahoo.com with the overheard comment and where it was heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and this is unabashedly and proudly a knockoff of overheardinnewyork.com and inpassing.org. We know this and it's intentional. But who really cares about New York when you're in Cowtown, California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555324-112863724557532887?l=overheardincowtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112863724557532887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555324/posts/default/112863724557532887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overheardincowtown.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>Overheard in Cow Town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823764046909543862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2004/11/041124161149.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
