<rss version="0.91"><channel><title>Biography Ghostwriting  : RSS 0.91</title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/low.mtm</link><description></description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Biography Ghostwriting  : RSS 0.91</title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/low.mtm</link><description></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[suckersklub @ 9/4/2008 9:37:08 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q51</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/plime-com/f/1715/4/#q20"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>smarty1052</b>:I want one :-(</i></div><i>This thread</i>, dear Mr. Smarty, is not the right place for you. No work of fiction could top your real life. :D]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[smarty1052 @ 9/4/2008 9:35:29 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q50</link><description><![CDATA[I want one :-(]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[SuBoBiSiS @ 9/4/2008 2:24:52 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q49</link><description><![CDATA[I can has biahgrahfy?]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[xiatethebish @ 9/4/2008 12:50:38 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q48</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/plime-com/f/1715/4/#q9"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>heymrp</b>:Xiatethebish was born into royalty. In her native tongue her name means, &quot;I am a wealthy princess and you must revere me or my daddy will have you beheaded.&quot; Despite her name she had trouble making friends, and those she did have often mysteriously left the kingdom, never to be seen again, after disagreements with her. Her father, the heir to the throne, had many wives, livestock, fields, orchards, and strangely enough penguins. After a revolt, though, her entire family was executed and she was the only one to escape. She now resides in Florida and waits for her homeland to repent and return her to her rightful place on the throne.</i></div>Bahahahaha<br/>I love it.<br/>Thank you!]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[heymrp @ 9/4/2008 12:11:19 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q47</link><description><![CDATA[Bornbad was born in the usual way. He attended school and met all of his developmental milestones within normal parameters. In high school he was an avid basketball player and enjoyed chemistry. As a graduation present he received a Chemistry Set&#8482;. Bornbad quickly became very adept at mixing various common chemicals in precise quantities to create new, and dangerous, substances. One day one of his &quot;potions&quot; became self aware and created a telepathic bond with him. Little by little Bornbad became more introverted claiming that Sidney (for that is what it claimed its name was) required his attention. Things were beginning to unravel in his life. Finally things came to a head, no pun intended, when Bornbad stole his neighbors drill and drilled a hole in the back of his skull. He was found in his room with the back of his head pressed against the jar he had kept Sidney in. He was rushed to the hospital but before the ambulance arrived he awoke, with no evidence at all that there had ever been a 1/2 inch hole freshly drilled into his head. After this Bornbad lost interest in basketball and chemistry and is now known world wide for his skill in embroidery and for his faithful support of the girl scouts.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[muppetmaker @ 9/4/2008 12:00:42 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q46</link><description><![CDATA[Bornbad wasn't actually born. A pidgeon s**t on a rock and a few months later the sun hatched him. <br/><br/>Shortly after his hatching he began working at a Grocery store, stocking shelves, and learning our language. One day he stumbled into a thrift store and found his true love, a 84 year old typewriter he aptly named 'Betty'<br/><br/>After piecing together his memoir on Betty, he submitted it to a publisher, and soon found himself in the guest seat of Jay Leno. Where he met the second true love of his life. A chain smoking stage hand named 'Trisha.' After a night of hot sex, Trisha became pregnant and nine months later gave birth to sextuplets. <br/><br/>Being strict yet caring, he parented his children and created a family band, much like the Partridge family, but with more fireworks. They now ride around in a van with a giant Vagina painted on it's hood.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[heymrp @ 9/3/2008 11:56:02 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q45</link><description><![CDATA[I gots me a brand spankin new bio!]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[muppetmaker @ 9/3/2008 11:51:47 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q44</link><description><![CDATA[Mr P has lived a long and hard life. Coming to America as a Canadian exile, Mr P fought bears in a freak side show for a living until a bear accidentally ripped off one of his testicles. Moving out of Maine, and away from the testicle hungry bear, Mr P began training monkeys to wear ties and smoke cigars. After five months of intense training, Mr P managed to assemble a group of 16 monkeys, who all wore their own color tie, and smoked Cigars like there was no tomorrow. <br/><br/>The monkey troupe called themselves 'One Horny Monkey and 15 Registered Voters' and began touring the east coast. Mistaking a condom for chewing gun, one monkey got polio, and ended up, due to the high sexy drive of this one horny monkey, spread the disease to all other 15 Monkeys, placing them in wheel chairs for the rest of their days.<br/><br/>Sullied by this tragic event, Mr P decided to live out his life as a husband, butcher, and avid yodeler. <br/><br/>The P stands for Paradox. Figure that out.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bornbad @ 9/3/2008 11:48:23 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q43</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/plime-com/f/1715/4/#q12"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>steelshooter</b>&#160;:&#160;Don't you have a basement full of girlscouts for that?</i></div>(Shhhh, they'll hear you.)]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[steelshooter @ 9/3/2008 11:47:27 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q42</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/plime-com/f/1715/4/#q11"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>Bornbad</b> : Do me, do me...</i></div>Don't you have a basement full of girlscouts for that?<br/><br/><br/>OK, Blue, gimme your best shot.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bornbad @ 9/3/2008 11:44:51 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q41</link><description><![CDATA[Do me, do me...]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[heymrp @ 9/3/2008 11:44:41 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q40</link><description><![CDATA[I want one!]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[heymrp @ 9/3/2008 11:44:12 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q39</link><description><![CDATA[Xiatethebish was born into royalty. In her native tongue her name means, &quot;I am a wealthy princess and you must revere me or my daddy will have you beheaded.&quot; Despite her name she had trouble making friends, and those she did have often mysteriously left the kingdom, never to be seen again, after disagreements with her. Her father, the heir to the throne, had many wives, livestock, fields, orchards, and strangely enough penguins. After a revolt, though, her entire family was executed and she was the only one to escape. She now resides in Florida and waits for her homeland to repent and return her to her rightful place on the throne.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[suebe @ 9/3/2008 11:34:23 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q38</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/plime-com/f/1715/4/#q4"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>suebe</b>&#160;:&#160;Yes...I'm tired of mine.</i></div>Now changed. I feel like I'm born anew!]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[xiatethebish @ 9/3/2008 9:15:25 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q37</link><description><![CDATA[Can someone make one for me, please? :)]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[muppetmaker @ 9/3/2008 9:00:23 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q36</link><description><![CDATA[Suebe was born into her family young, hairless, and kinda wet. After a few years, she had developed the skills to walk, talk, and eat. Occasionally she used the bathroom. Curiously short, Suebe soon joined a traveling actors troupe that only preformed 'The Wizard of Oz.' Starting out playing Munchkin #3, she soon worked her way up to playing a ballerina Munchkin with a featured dance number. <br/><br/>After seven years of playing the ballerina, one night during sleep she mysteriously grew 15 inches. Now at a normal height Suebe enjoys reaching the Saltines on the top shelf at the grocery store, painting ceilings, and of course, brushing her hair, an feat she was incapable of doing because she was to short to reach the top of her head. <br/><br/>She has recently moved to Africa, to live with the pygmies, where she is held in Goddess status for her incredible beauty and height. She bestows her people with top shelf Saltines and brushes their hair.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[bluenutria @ 9/3/2008 8:53:45 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q35</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/plime-com/f/1715/4/#q4"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>suebe</b>&#160;:&#160;Yes...I'm tired of mine.</i></div>Her mother was the midwest's only female juggler and her father a rich investment banker from Manhatten.  Their marriage was secret.  And so was Suebe's birth.  Raised by elephant handlers in a traveling circus, Suebe would come to learn the finer points of sword swallowing and contortionism.  Taxed by the years in the circus, Suebe settled down and learned to crochet. She currently lives in an abandoned Taco Hut creating a large crocheted map of her travels.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[suebe @ 9/3/2008 7:23:30 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q34</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/plime-com/f/1715/2/#q7"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>bluenutria</b>&#160;:&#160;Bump.<br/><br/><br/>Anyone need a bio written?</i></div>Yes...I'm tired of mine.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Jerry520 @ 7/20/2008 1:11:34 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q33</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/plime-com/f/1715/3/#q20"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>muppetmaker</b>&#160;:&#160;Im curious if any of you can really pull out a b***hin Bio for me. <br/><br/>Good luck. Winner gets a BJ and a sleeve of bacon.</i></div>I'm still waiting on my prize, good sir.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[bingo @ 7/20/2008 12:37:35 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q32</link><description><![CDATA[Thank you Kero, it's now my bio :)]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Jerry520 @ 7/19/2008 10:58:32 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q31</link><description><![CDATA[One day, Jim Henson, realizing that he could simply not remain in this mortal coil for all eternity, had himself cloned. That clone stood in stasis for many years after Henson's death, and was implanted in the womb of a common woman. She raised the child as her own, believing it to be hers, and raised him well. The child could not keep away from the natural urge to create muppets, however, and the child was transformed from a normal child, to MuppetMaker. One day, he will rule this world, and he will be a good and benevolent ruler, granting BJ's and bacon for all!]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[muppetmaker @ 7/19/2008 10:52:26 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q30</link><description><![CDATA[Im curious if any of you can really pull out a b***hin Bio for me. <br/><br/>Good luck. Winner gets a BJ and a sleeve of bacon.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[KEROberos32 @ 7/19/2008 2:41:03 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q29</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/plime-com/f/1715/3/#q18"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>bingo</b>:Since I got skipped over, would someone do mine?</i></div>Out of the union of a Backgammon addict and cat; Bingo was born right at the 23rd hour of that nights tournament.<br/><br/>Her early childhood was comprised of compulsively naming the rabbits on the farm with numbers and letters. This compulsion will only allow her to pursue the only career path that was available to her; A Tax Attorney.<br/><br/>Living alone with her mom, a Cat named G24, gives her plenty of time to pursue other hobbies when not at the office such as playing candyland and shoots and ladders, always avoiding the downfall of her dad.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[bingo @ 7/19/2008 2:13:31 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q28</link><description><![CDATA[Since I got skipped over, would someone do mine?]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Antt @ 7/19/2008 6:47:11 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q27</link><description><![CDATA[One dusty morning in June - or was it July? - he arrived in this world, half-everything his parents had ever dreamed. The pregnancy had been half as disruptive, and the labour half as painful, as she had imagined.<br/><br/>He was born a torso with a head and very little else. His parents always encouraged him to take an active interest in life and he took up dance.<br/>On his seventh birthday, his mother (who had a penchant for embroidary) cross-stitched an image of a dying otter upon his back in silver thread.<br/><br/>(According to his mother, working with skin is 'a bloody doddle' if you can sew a kitten to a brick by its foreskin.)<br/><br/>As a special treat for reaching double digits (something his doctor had bet against, with good odds), his parents took him to the local water park in a wheelbarrow for his tenth birthday.<br/>Oh, how he laughed! Once his father dropped the barrow while climbing up to the top of the slide; fortunately, the boy was quick enough to bite the ankle of a man waiting in line, and he held on.<br/><br/>He has been there ever since, is now 43 years old and considers the now-deceased man his best friend in the whole world.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bornbad @ 7/19/2008 2:40:13 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q26</link><description><![CDATA[I can make any of you something you've never imagined.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[dOntEAtpOOp @ 7/19/2008 2:09:57 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q25</link><description><![CDATA[Rawr is incapable of making things up. So much so, that he once walked into a thread where you're supposed to make things up about other people; but he couldn't do it.<br/><br/>This strange affliction has haunted him over the years. A girlfriend once asked him if a particular dress made her look fat, and without blinking an eye Rawr spout out the truth; &quot;Yes, but it's not really the dresses fault persay,&quot; he said. When later asked if he still loved her, he calmly replied that he wasn't really sure anymore. Thus ended that relationship and many subsequent relationships in the future.<br/><br/>For years scientists have tried to uncover what it is that prevents Rawr from creating simple pieces of fiction, but all to no avail. Research is still being conducted, but funding is desperately needed. Please help us find a cure for this dreadful plight so that Rawr, and others like him, may one day lead a normal life. All it takes is donations from concerned people like you to make a profound difference in someone's life.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[rawr @ 7/19/2008 1:00:32 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q24</link><description><![CDATA[I suppose as I dont even have the biography section of my profile filled out, that this would be an appropriate place to find one. And I am sorry for killing the flow of this thread, but I don't know enough about any of you really. My apologies.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[bingo @ 7/19/2008 12:33:23 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q23</link><description><![CDATA[Gammerus has always been tall for her age, towering above the other children. <br/>Because of this, she has dedicated her life to rescuing kittens out of trees. Not making much money doing that, she also has a side business as an elephant manicurist. When you go to the zoo and see the pretty pink toenails on the elephants, that's her work!]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[gammerus @ 7/19/2008 12:18:15 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q22</link><description><![CDATA[Keroberos was born in a small island of kabooboo, which is just of the coast of Texas. <br/><br/>She endured a quiet peaceful life, picking wild prickly pear fruit, and squeezing saguaro innards to keep her families thirst quenched.<br/>She is now the proud owners of pricklypearjuice.com and makes millions off of her world famous cactus jelly and juice.<br/><br/>Still, she still longed for the open sea air, and calm breezes that caressed her island home.. Which she quickly bought, and fenced off several years ago. She now lives happily in solitude with only her wild coyote twi-twi to keep her company.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[KeroBeros32 @ 6/29/2008 6:12:41 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q21</link><description><![CDATA[Bump!... I want one too ! :D]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[TraumaMamma @ 5/30/2008 11:17:33 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q20</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/f/1715/3/#q9"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>jLoSsDh</b>&#160;:&#160;You pretty much hit the nail right on the head with that one Jerry!!</i></div>No doubt! Lookit your avatar! OMG that makes me LOL!<br/><br/>My personal fav<br/><br/><div class='imagecontainer' ><a href='/redir.p?http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y35/TraumaMamma/wet.jpg' rel='nofollow' target='_blank' ><img  src='/images/null.gif' id='xhttpi2photobucketcomalbumsy35traumamammawetjpg' style='border:1px solid #CDCDCD;background-color:#E6E6E6;' alt='Click here to show image'/></a><noscript> <span style='display:inline;width:300px;overflow:hidden;'><a class="plime" href="/redir.p?http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y35/TraumaMamma/wet.jpg" rel="nofollow">http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y35/TraumaMamma/wet.jpg</a></span></noscript></div><script>forumimage('http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y35/TraumaMamma/wet.jpg','xhttpi2photobucketcomalbumsy35traumamammawetjpg');</script>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[jLoSsDh @ 5/30/2008 9:59:32 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q19</link><description><![CDATA[You pretty much hit the nail right on the head with that one Jerry!!]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Jerry520 @ 5/30/2008 2:41:10 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q18</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/f/1715/3/#q7"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>jLoSsDh</b> : I don`t have one.</i></div>There once was a child named Josh. He was a happy boy, and always did what his parents told him. Then, one day, some friends introduced him to this beautiful young lady, named Lucy. Her nickname was Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, because that was her favorite song. When Josh and Lucy met, it was love at first sight. When they kissed, it was like she had kaleidoscope eyes, and the skies turned to marmalade.  It was truly magical. Josh, so enraptured by her beauty, then changed his name to include her initials, L.S.D. changing his name to jLoSsDh in her honor.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[jLoSsDh @ 5/30/2008 2:24:51 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q17</link><description><![CDATA[I don`t have one.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[bluenutria @ 5/30/2008 1:12:25 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q16</link><description><![CDATA[There's a lot of new users that need a new bio.  Bump.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[MissWinkle @ 2/12/2008 3:39:50 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q15</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/f/1715/3/#q3"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>DaftGretel</b>&#160;:&#160;I've had a couple beers, so my writing may not be up to my usual standards, and I may try again tomorrow, but here we go...<br/><br/>Mi S. Swinkle was born on a pirate ship to a cabin &quot;boy&quot; who was trying to get free passage to America.  During her formative years, she was forced to balance checkbooks in less than organized conditions and thus developed the world famous Swinkle Technique for killing people who don't keep their finances in order. Today Mi S. Swinkle can usually be found writing or performing her unique brand of accountancy folk songs in calculator factories around the world.</i></div>Finally! Thanks, DaftGretel. I love it.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[juaner899 @ 2/12/2008 10:59:55 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q14</link><description><![CDATA[Xiatethebish was born on the planet Bish. She came to this planet when she was a little girl and joined an anti Mars group. After a couple of years in this group she became tired of the contradictions of the world and decided to conquer the world via Plime. Now she waits for her day to raise as the true Leader of the Universe.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[DaftGretel @ 2/12/2008 1:44:27 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q13</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/f/1715/2/#q18"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>misswinkle</b> : Umm, I so need one. Please will somebody step up and help me out? My bio has one word.</i></div>I've had a couple beers, so my writing may not be up to my usual standards, and I may try again tomorrow, but here we go...<br/><br/><br/><br/>Mi S. Swinkle was born on a pirate ship to a cabin &quot;boy&quot; who was trying to get free passage to America.  During her formative years, she was forced to balance checkbooks in less than organized conditions and thus developed the world famous Swinkle Technique for killing people who don't keep their finances in order. Today Mi S. Swinkle can usually be found writing or performing her unique brand of accountancy folk songs in calculator factories around the world.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[xiatethebish @ 2/12/2008 1:18:59 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q12</link><description><![CDATA[Oh wow, I meant to ask for someone to do one of these for me a long time ago, but forgot.<br/>I have nothing to put in my profile, and am too creatively challenged to think of something funny.<br/><br/>Anyone willing to lend a girl a hand? :]]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[bluenutria @ 2/12/2008 1:15:26 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q11</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/f/1715/2/#q18"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>misswinkle</b> : Umm, I so need one. Please will somebody step up and help me out? My bio has one word.</i></div>Has no one stepped up to the plate?  Someone needs to write you a bio!<br/><br/>If no one else does it, I'll willingly do it.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[MandolinOrange @ 1/17/2008 2:49:18 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q10</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/f/1715/2/#q17"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>bluenutria</b>&#160;:&#160;Her father was a street busker and her mother an itinerate orange merchant.  His mandolin playing and her soft, sweet oranges led to her magical birth.  <br/><br/>Charmed with the supernatural gift of telling whether the milk was spoiled or fine for couple days more...Mandolinorange would become an international star after her off-broadway musical <i>Milk</i>(co-written with Juno's Diablo Cody) became the most blogged about Dairy product related musical.  She also starred as Vioin Clementine in 2002's Semi-autobiographical indie film <i>Orange,</i> which has become a cult classic in Germany, Portugal, and Portland, Oregon.</i></div>yay! i love it, thank you! i don't know which one to choose though, they're both so cool. maybe i'll alternate? yes, that's how i'll work it.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Jerry520 @ 1/17/2008 2:35:54 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q9</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/f/1715/2/#q18"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>misswinkle</b>&#160;:&#160;Umm, I so need one. Please will somebody step up and help me out? My bio has one word.</i></div>And what a word it is. ;)]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[misswinkle @ 1/17/2008 2:20:19 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q8</link><description><![CDATA[Umm, I so need one. Please will somebody step up and help me out? My bio has one word.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[bluenutria @ 1/17/2008 2:18:21 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q7</link><description><![CDATA[Her father was a street busker and her mother an itinerate orange merchant.  His mandolin playing and her soft, sweet oranges led to her magical birth.  <br/><br/>Charmed with the supernatural gift of telling whether the milk was spoiled or fine for couple days more...Mandolinorange would become an international star after her off-broadway musical <i>Milk</i>(co-written with Juno's Diablo Cody) became the most blogged about Dairy product related musical.  She also starred as Vioin Clementine in 2002's Semi-autobiographical indie film <i>Orange,</i> which has become a cult classic in Germany, Portugal, and Portland, Oregon.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[MandolinOrange @ 1/17/2008 1:29:34 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q6</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/f/1715/2/#q15"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>teresag</b>&#160;:&#160;I suggest blue nutria also write one, and you get a choice!<br/><br/>How did MandolinOrange get named? Theories abound, but the single most reliable source (Wikipedia) says this: <br/> <br/> D. Jones was a dull name, and its owner was sick and tired of the ridicule wrought by such a common and genderless name. Dejected, D. kicked a pebble down the dirt road of life for 25 years before realizing the one univeral truth: everyone likes orange. Orange, the color of prisoner jumpsuits! Orange, the shade favored by kumquats!<br/>Orange, chosen by Christo for Central Park! The association with the mandolin was, of course, obvious after that.</i></div>awesome!<br/><br/><div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/f/1715/2/#q14"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>bluenutria</b> : I would love to write yours, but I don't want to hog the creativity.  If nobody else steps up, I'll do it.</i></div>i'm looking forward to yours too, blue. then i can make my decision!]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[teresag @ 1/17/2008 1:12:41 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q5</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/f/1715/2/#q13"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>MandolinOrange</b>&#160;:&#160;i need a bio too. <a class="plime" href="/redir.p?http://www.plime.com/members/MandolinOrange/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Mine</a> is so dull.</i></div> I suggest blue nutria also write one, and you get a choice!<br/><br/>How did MandolinOrange get named? Theories abound, but the single most reliable source (Wikipedia) says this: <br/> <br/> D. Jones was a dull name, and its owner was sick and tired of the ridicule wrought by such a common and genderless name. Dejected, D. kicked a pebble down the dirt road of life for 25 years before realizing the one univeral truth: everyone likes orange. Orange, the color of prisoner jumpsuits! Orange, the shade favored by kumquats!<br/>Orange, chosen by Christo for Central Park! The association with the mandolin was, of course, obvious after that.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[bluenutria @ 1/17/2008 12:45:14 PM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q4</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/f/1715/2/#q13"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>MandolinOrange</b>&#160;:&#160;i need a bio too. <a class="plime" href="/redir.p?http://www.plime.com/members/MandolinOrange/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Mine</a> is so dull.</i></div>I would love to write yours, but I don't want to hog the creativity.  If nobody else steps up, I'll do it.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[MandolinOrange @ 1/17/2008 10:40:12 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q3</link><description><![CDATA[i need a bio too. <a class="plime" href="/redir.p?http://www.plime.com/members/MandolinOrange/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Mine</a> is so dull.]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[86Apex @ 1/17/2008 2:45:19 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/plime-com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q2</link><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/f/1715/2/#q11"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>bluenutria</b> : 86Apex was born in a bomb shelter by a women named Trixie.  Apex would later learn in his late teens that Trixie was, in fact, his mother. Most members of his family had already gathered this, but as they say in his family &quot;Apex jus' lacked the gumption.&quot;  She was also a hooker.  He still doesn't know this.<br/><br/>What he lacks in common sense, he makes up for sheer determination and vision.  Upon seeing a Van Gogh painting as a child, Apex immediately proclaimed he would become a stoner.  He is still committed to this dream today.<br/><br/>His favorite colors are periwinkle and taupe.  His best bowling score is a 230.  Doritos make him nauseous.  He is 1/32 Osage Indian.  Apex is a card carrying member of the Psychics Guild, but rumor has it that he's only half clairvoyant.  He was named in Time Magazine's 100 Most Boring Men in 1999.<br/><br/><b>Made with love by Blue.</b></i></div>You friggin rock!  Thanks a million!  :)]]></description></item><table width='100%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='0'><tr class='lg plime2 trh'><td align="left" style='font-size:15pt'><b><div id='forum_header' name='forum_header'>Biography Ghostwriting</div></b></td><td valign='bottom' align='right' style='font-size:10pt'  nowrap="nowrap"> <a onclick='return false' class='page-dull td'>&lt;</a><span> <b><a class='page-selected td' href='/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss'>1</a></b> <a class='page td' href='/f/1715/2/rss0_91.rss'>2</a> <a class='page td' href='/f/1715/3/rss0_91.rss'>3</a> <a class='page td' href='/f/1715/4/rss0_91.rss'>4</a> <a href='/f/1715/2/rss0_91.rss' class='page td'>&gt;</a></span></td></tr></table><item><title><![CDATA[suckersklub @ 9/7/2007 4:15:05 AM]]></title><link>http://www.plime.com/f/1715/1/rss0_91.rss#q1</link><description><![CDATA[Inspired by <a class="plime" href="/redir.p?http://www.plime.com/members/d3spite/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">D3SPITE's profile</a>, where he points out that the &quot;biography&quot; should actually be named &quot;autobiography&quot; I'd like to start a little game:<br/><br/>Jax seems to be kinda busy these days, so we shouldn't bother him about changing the profile layout. Instead, we could write biographies for each other to post in our profiles, thus correcting the inaccuracy.<br/><br/><b>Here's the rules:<br/>Write a short biography for the last user who commented in this thread (maximum 500 characters including blanks). Third person style. No writing credits.<br/>Your text may be based on actual biographic elements, but fictional effort is strongly appreciated.<br/>Inform the the user you've portrayed (PM).<br/>If someone has written your bio, post it on your profile page.<br/>Keep it clean, don't offend.<br/><br/>Only post here to share other people's biographies.<br/>To keep the game running, don't write the biography of the person who has written yours.</b><br/><br/><br/>As an opener, I'm posting D3SPITE's new biography (you'll have to wait now, D3SPITE):<br/><br/><i>A birth weight of 12.2 pounds predetermined D3SPITE's carreer as a professional wrestler. Aged four, he uncorked bottles of Chardonnays with his bare hands, thus not only earning standing ovations from local news representatives, but also cirrhosis in nursery school.<br/>Reads minds and Yahoo! news daily.</i>]]></description></item></channel></rss>