<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><entry xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13256487.post-113240658734030983</id><published>2005-11-19T07:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T10:16:39.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"On The Border" of decency</title><summary type='text'>This is the carmel turtle apple empenadas from on the border. They are served hot, and there was a noticible amount of steam that rose from the muck when I cut into them w/ my spoon.If it wasn't free, and my stomach wasn't composed of indestrucble cast iron, then i would have requested another dessert. Being that it was free, and I nothing will gross me out (thats what happens when you work at a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13256487/posts/default/113240658734030983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13256487/posts/default/113240658734030983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisboringlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-border-of-decency.html' title='&quot;On The Border&quot; of decency'/><author><name>Little_John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18135271850840922411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09549777451741183050'/></author></entry>