<?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-8435403</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:27:14.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pom Mails...Back in Orange</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pommails.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pommails.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pom Pom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03609439685371814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435403.post-109666791706684126</id><published>2004-10-01T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:50:03.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Teatime is shooting lasers at tree's with a picture of Pom Pom taped to them. Homestarguy walks over to him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homestarguy: Hey Teatime, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Teatime: Practicing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homestarguy: Oh, well here is an invite to Fudley's secret party surprise secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homestarguy gives Mr.Teatime an invitation. Mr.Teatime holds it up and shoots a laser at it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homestarguy: Right...bring a side dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By Pom Pom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Fudley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homestarguy is walking down a hallway until he reaches a door with a sign on it that says "Genius at Work"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homestarguy: Hey guy who looks kinda like me, get out here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HomestarRunnerTron creaks the door open and slips his head out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HomestarRunnerTron: Hey Homestarguy...I'm kinda busy right now so bye (Slams the door shut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homestarguy: I guess I'll just leave your invite here outside your door...Right here...on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No-Neck comes out of Hsrt's room and throws Homestarguy off the screen. Then No-Neck goes back in the room to show that Won the Powerball and Da_Cheat are also inside HomestarRunnerTrons room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HomestarRunnerTron: Ok...so whats are first order of duty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da_Cheat: Meeh eh heh meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HomestarRunnerTron: Yeah...maybe this mod club wasn't a great idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-Neck: CHOCOLATE CHIP! OATMEAL RAISIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HomestarRunnerTron: that's it! We'll have a bake sale and with all the money we earn we can use it to change Pom Mails too...MOD MAILS...or atleast pay some guy to make a sign that says Mod Mails and false advertise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-Neck: COOKIE DOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pom Pom and Da_Burninator are talking to each other in the computer room while Homestarguy walks in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: Yeah, like most of the emails I answer are fake, like they pay some Spanish speaking troll to write them to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da_Burninator: Well that explains everything...wait, no it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homestarguy: Hey you guys, take these colorful papers (Gives Pom Pom and Da_Burninator invitations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da_Burninator: Do we need to buy this fat guy gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homestarguy: Well...when it comes to birthdays a gift is usually mandatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: Why would I spend my hard earned money on some older less cool version of me when I could use it to buy golden guitars...and guns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da_Burninator: Wait...who is this fudley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homestarguy: You know, he's that guy that appears sometimes to like do a dance if you click on a certain word or object&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da_Burninator: Yeah...Don't know any fat jiggly dancing man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homestarguy: Forget it, I have to go get all the stuff ready like the cake, and the streamers, and the presents, and the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: OK BYE ALREADY...jeez I rather let a lion gnaw on my leg then listen to that guy for half a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homestarguy, Fudley, and Da_Burninator are just standing around. There are streamers every where, some balloons, and a huge cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FatDudley: (Holds up a sign that says "Were is te peeps N3WB?!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homestarguy: Uh...HomestarRunnerTron, No-Neck, Won the Powerball, and Da_Cheats started like a mod cult, Mr.Teatime is busy breaking stuff and Pom Pom's a jerk so of course he didn't come...But at least Da_Burninator came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da_Burninator: Oh...I thought this was the "Dinosaur look-a-like Convention" (Walks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FatDudley: (Holds up a sign that says "Tis party is teh crap")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FatDudley walks away but comes back ten seconds later to grab the cake and then leaves again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homestarguy: Well kids, I think we have all learned a lesson here today...I have the worst friends in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435403-109666791706684126?l=pommails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pommails.blogspot.com/feeds/109666791706684126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435403&amp;postID=109666791706684126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435403/posts/default/109666791706684126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435403/posts/default/109666791706684126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pommails.blogspot.com/2004/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday?'/><author><name>Pom Pom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03609439685371814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435403.post-109642049970341681</id><published>2004-09-28T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T18:14:59.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02 Clone</title><content type='html'>Pom Pom: ITS EMAIL! ITS CRAZY! ITS FUN! ITS OH MY EMAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Pom: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You pwn a lot of ppl. Put what if you made a clone of yourself and fought it? Could you win? &lt;br /&gt;From &lt;br /&gt;A guy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: Pwn...whats Pwn mean guy? Pick...Wonderful...Nouns? Ok lady, that makes no sense at all so lets just move on to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I could beat my own clone up guy! Just look at these muscles...I mean there all over the place. Do you think I'm this big because I'm fat? Me...fat??? No way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean all I do all day is answer your emails and eat and sleep so of course I'm built like a tank. I mean do you know how much of a work out it is to answer these emails? I have to like...push down on the keys...and sometimes get up and like...walk somewhere. Yeah, I mean I am already building up a sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me just go get my clone and I'll beat it up or what ever the deal was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pom Pom and No-Neck are in a field of some sort, No-Neck has an orange sheet over him that says "Pom Mails PWN all...your base"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: Ok...are you ready to be black and blue...I guess if you have blue or black blood...you freakin weirdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-Neck: I CANT SEE! I CANT FLEE! (starts to run around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: No, big guy calm down. Its just a sheet on your head man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-Neck: I'M NOT TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No-Neck tackles Pom Pom and then starts jumping on him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: Ah, my tibia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Changes back to Pom Pom at the Compy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: Well, I cant feel the left half of my body now and I think I'm missing some teeth. So to answer your question, I don't have a clone ok! What do you think this is, Sadmails or something? So "F" minus minus, come on guys, give me some good ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435403-109642049970341681?l=pommails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pommails.blogspot.com/feeds/109642049970341681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435403&amp;postID=109642049970341681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435403/posts/default/109642049970341681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435403/posts/default/109642049970341681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pommails.blogspot.com/2004/09/02-clone.html' title='02 Clone'/><author><name>Pom Pom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03609439685371814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435403.post-109623427944159598</id><published>2004-09-26T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T17:36:03.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pom Art</title><content type='html'>My good friend Da_Burninator made this awesome art, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/csk8r/PomMails/PPgroup.jpg "&gt;Group Pic&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Updated, now with 57% more HomestarRunnerTron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/csk8r/PomMails/PP.jpg"&gt;Pom Pom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/csk8r/PomMails/TT.jpg"&gt;TeaTime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/csk8r/PomMails/NN.jpg"&gt;No-Neck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/csk8r/PomMails/WtP.jpg"&gt;Won The Powerball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/csk8r/PomMails/DC.jpg"&gt;Da_Cheat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/csk8r/PomMails/DB.jpg"&gt;Da_Burninator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/csk8r/PomMails/HSGuy.jpg "&gt;Homestarguy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/c_sk8r2/HSGbanner.jpg"&gt;Homestarguy Banner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v359/csk8r/PomMails/HSRTRONavatar2.gif"&gt;HomestarRunnerTron Avatar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435403-109623427944159598?l=pommails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pommails.blogspot.com/feeds/109623427944159598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435403&amp;postID=109623427944159598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435403/posts/default/109623427944159598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435403/posts/default/109623427944159598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pommails.blogspot.com/2004/09/pom-art.html' title='Pom Art'/><author><name>Pom Pom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03609439685371814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435403.post-109623232356036594</id><published>2004-09-26T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:08:42.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>01 Robot</title><content type='html'>Pom Pom: Now lets see if I still remeber how to do this thing....the email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run pom_mail.exe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Pom Pom&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own robot?&lt;br /&gt;From Fun_Goblin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: Well That_Timey I just just happen to have built a robot yesterday...and by built I mean stole from HomestarRunnerTron.  Let me just call him over with my specail robot call...HEY TEABOT GET OVER HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.TeaTime: (Comes up from behind Pom Pom) WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: Oh, there you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.TeaTime: You dont have to yell you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: Yes...yes I do. Ok Teabot, do something...robot like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr.TeaTime shoots a lazer out of his eye's at the computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.TeaTime: There, was that robotic enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: Hey dont sass back with me! I...stole you, I am in some way your father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.TeaTime: Forget you man, I'll go start my own email show (Flys through the ceiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: Well...that didnt go over like I thought it would...well to awnser your question Fun_Timey, robots suck! They just break your stuff and leave oil all over the couch. I mean do you know how hard it is to get oil out of a couch...do you?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won the Powerball floats on in and see's the destroyed compy and then looks at Pom Pom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won the Powerball: EVIL!!! (Floats away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom: Oh crap....this happens way to much, this is like the fourth compy that has some how exploded today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better go get another compy...but who has one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Changes to Pom Pom in Homestarguy's house, its dark and he is in his computer room. The lights go on and Pom Pom is holding Homestarguy's computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom Pom:  I've been spotted, every me for themselves! (throws the computer on the ground and runs away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homestarguy: (Walks in) No, my hard drive! My megachips! My...Quadtrulal...time...flex...er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To email Pom Pom click here &lt;a href="jordanrichcash@bellsouth.net"&gt;jordanrichcash@bellsouth.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435403-109623232356036594?l=pommails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pommails.blogspot.com/feeds/109623232356036594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435403&amp;postID=109623232356036594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435403/posts/default/109623232356036594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435403/posts/default/109623232356036594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pommails.blogspot.com/2004/09/01-robot.html' title='01 Robot'/><author><name>Pom Pom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03609439685371814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435403.post-109589953448609259</id><published>2004-09-22T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:08:26.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pom Mails....it was before your time scallywag</title><content type='html'>Well guys, after a long time of a bunch of nothing Pom Mails are back and ready. So you e-mail me at &lt;a href="jordanrichcash@bellsouth.net"&gt;jordanrichcash@bellsouth.net&lt;/a&gt; and I will awnser it...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for you n3wbs I made Pom Mails at Bhz after being such a big fan of Sadmails, another awesome text based email thread that has been made into flash cartoons. So read, be fat, and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8435403-109589953448609259?l=pommails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pommails.blogspot.com/feeds/109589953448609259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8435403&amp;postID=109589953448609259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435403/posts/default/109589953448609259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8435403/posts/default/109589953448609259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pommails.blogspot.com/2004/09/pom-mailsit-was-before-your-time.html' title='Pom Mails....it was before your time scallywag'/><author><name>Pom Pom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03609439685371814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
