<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024910424109182450</id><updated>2009-02-21T04:48:41.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Banjosphere</title><subtitle type='html'>I was a preliminary wrestler (or jobber) in the WWF. I joined the business after I left Shoulderblade, Kentucky for the Grand Ole Opry. To make a long story longer, I got ripped off and after I whooped a couple of those boys rumps I landed in jail where I met another boy who wrestled down there. He trained me and seven years later I was in the WWF.

I only won two matches and lost thousands more, but hell it paid my bills, and put a whole lot of pot pies on the table.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddiebanjomarks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024910424109182450/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddiebanjomarks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eddie "Banjo" Marks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895094290805627746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>0</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage></feed>