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<title><![CDATA[What To Do When On The Toilet]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[I was in the middle of watching <i>"Yo Gabba Gabba"</i>... which isn't creepy at all... when suddenly I had an urge to go to the bathroom. I became furious. Not only must I now abandon my dancing puppet friends, but I was officially losing 10-15 minutes of my life. Grr... it's so annoying. Call me lazy, but why can't the human body be more efficient? Birds poop in like two seconds (and it often lands on people's heads... heehee). We're backwards. Birds have to poop in order to move, but humans have to move in order to poop.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 22:46:55 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[It's Official: I'm A Sleep Moaner]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[	Two years ago, I woke up in my dorm to find my roommate, and several of his friends, hovering over my bed. Each one of them had a huge, suspicious grin. Naturally, I thought they had <i>sharpied</i> a dingdong on my face. It turns out, they were actually laughing at the strange noises I was making. Apparently, I <b>moan</b> in my sleep. Now, to my knowledge, these aren't <i>sexual</i> moans (if they are, I deserve more exciting dreams). Rather, it's more like I <b>fail</b> at breathing. A quick search on Google shows that I'm not alone.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 14:53:18 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[I Can't Talk: I'm On The Phone]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Since its creation in 1973, the cellphone has been saving the world from awkward situations. I mean, imagine you're hauling ass across campus back to your dorm the night after a crazy party. You see a creepy guy from the party named Ted that you'd made out with, and he doesn't look anywhere near as good as he did then. Also, Ted smells like kitten poop. Where would you be if you couldn't pull out your cellphone and pretend to be doing something <i>important</i> while you pass him?]]></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 13 May 2011 23:44:23 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[3 Bizarre New Years Traditions]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[I've concluded that every single New Years tradition originates from lunatics. I mean, seriously, people do some really bizarre shit when they celebrate. Here in America, people get drunk, make out, blow things up in the sky, generate obnoxious noises with pots and pans, and, perhaps worst of all, watch a ball drop (which sounds like a f***ed up puberty ritual). And unfortunately, the United States is only the beginning. Nutjobs have been establishing odd traditions and customs all around the globe.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 02:34:21 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[I Don't Have The Time]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[        About a year ago, my boyfriend bought me this really neat Spider-Man watch. It was clearly designed for a 10-year-old, but even so, I loved it and wore it all the time. Unfortunately, one day it ended up with my dirty laundry, and, well, let's just say Spidey met his match with Dr. Spin Cycle. Since then, I've remained watchless. And with my cellphone also destroyed, I'm left with no way of knowing the time. Now, I wouldn't mind asking other people for the time, but frankly, I'm scared some lameass will retort, "<b>It's time to get a watch</b>."]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 19:26:47 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Pole Dancing For Babies]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[	While browsing the Internet, I stumbled across a highly <a href=http://www.thefoxnation.com/culture/2010/08/03/pole-dancing-classes-kids target=blank class=linkfont>disturbing article</a>. The article, believe it or not, is about a Canadian company that offers pole dancing classes for girls nine years of age and <b>under</b>. Uhh...what the hell. Damn you Miley Cyrus. For those who don't watch much TV or frequent strip clubs, pole dancing is what erotic dancers do in place of just walking up on stage, taking off their clothes, and standing there naked. The moves are often suggestive and sexual -- and why wouldn't they be?]]></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 14:50:23 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Vampires Can Bite Me]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Vampires confuse the hell out of me. I mean, if something is immortal, it shouldn't be able to die.  Maybe I can understand them having one weakness, but when their immortality is compromised by sunlight, lack of blood, garlic, religion, fire, running water, silver, and even wooden stakes through the heart, they're basically human. That chick from <b>Heroes</b> is more of a badass. And who came up with the wooden stake idea, anyway? Imagine how boring the Superman comics would be if his greatest weakness was lumber.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 12:04:58 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Gay Power... Rangers]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Last year, I was selected to give a monologue at my university in front of the entire freshman student body. The monologue, performed during orientation, was about my experiences in college as a <i>homosexual</i>. Hoping to make people connect, I made it as <b>humorous</b> as possible. I am glad to say that it was very well received by everyone. In fact, I've been asked to write a second monologue for the upcoming school year. With this news, I thought I'd share the original one with you.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 04:14:45 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Walk The Walk]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Walking is overrated. There, I said it. When it comes to traveling from point A to point B, I'd rather be catapulted on fire. Walking makes my legs sore and lethargic. I hate it so much that when it comes time for a stroll, I have to do it in the morning before my brain figures out. If I could somehow discover a way to make myself sleepwalk on command, I'd be all over that. I mean, if walking is so good for you, then why does every mailman I've ever seen look like Rosie O'Donnell?]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 18:40:40 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Chased By The Police]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Like most college students, a little alcohol can make me do some rather bizarre things. I've found myself hitting on strangers, admitting secrets, and even trying to ride a hamster (okay, so maybe that last one isn't so common). To be honest, most of my favorite memories are the result of being completely plastered. This past weekend, however, I encountered a whole new type of drunken shenanigans: I got chased by the police. It all started at about four o'clock in the morning.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 17:21:25 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Word To Your Puppy]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Rap music is dead. I used to love it, but unfortunately, the songs that come out these days sound like kittens dying of strangulation. The lyrics are blatantly uninspired, the vocals mimic malfunctioning robots, and the rhymes could be topped by five-year old children. Of course, none of this trumps the bizarre background noises. To some rappers, a song isn't a song unless it has at least fifty "yeahs" and "whats" hidden within it. I swear, I was listening to a rap song the other day, and the singer was barking. This is a problem.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 15:50:20 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Gays Gone Gaga]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[My boyfriend and I <b>love</b> Lady Gaga. We sure do. Perhaps too much. Some might call it a <i>bad romance</i>... hardy har har.... Bleh. I tried. Anyway, when we found out that she was performing in a concert nearby, we didn't hesitate to buy tickets, skip class, <b>make our own outfits</b>, and drive three hours to see her. For our efforts, we even ended up on the news. Yayness! The following video is a funny account of our adventure. Consider yourself warned. The video is after the jump.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 02:48:02 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[The End Is In Sight]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[ARGHAHAH! I'm totally freaking out right now. I can barely breathe. With 2010 upon us, there is a <i>major</i> cause for concern. Now, I'm not talking about Doomsday predictions, terrorist attacks, or even global warming. This is way worse. I bet you're all thinking, "Oh my god, don't tell me. I want to be able to sleep tonight." Yeah, well, get over it... I must. <b>Painfully</b>. Bah. Okay, I've built up the suspense long enough. I might as well tell you: I'm worried for the companies that produce novelty New Year's glasses.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 10:28:06 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Tales From The Crib]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Every once in a while, I stumble upon a <a href= http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/145597.php target=_blank class=font9><u>news article</u></a> about how children are witnessing too much violence on TV. I&#8217;m not here to argue whether this is true or not, but I <i>do</i> think that the authors of these articles are hypocritical doodieheads. I mean, children have <b>always</b> been exposed to traumatizing amounts of violence. Why start caring now? <b>EXHIBIT A:</b> <I>"Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all."</i>]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 16:45:43 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[With Doors Wide Open]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[There are way too many problems in the world. We&#8217;ve got economic turmoil, fuel shortages, poverty, homelessness, and even Adam Lambert. Every time I see a commercial on tv about a poor, struggling child in desperate need of food, I feel obligated to do something. Unfortunately, there&#8217;s not much that my broke, lazy ass can do. After some research, I was able to come up with only <i>one</i> easy solution that makes the world a better place. I don&#8217;t think it makes much sense, but it promises to open some doors.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 07:12:13 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[So Stupid It's Smart]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[	When I was just a kid, a self-proclaimed health guru visited my school. During his presentation, he sternly proclaimed, "You are what you eat." I was instantly <b>mortified</b>. As soon as I got home, I darted under my bed, sobbed like a three-year old girl, and cried, "I don't wanna be a cheeseburger!" Fortunately, my nipples never turned into pickles. Even after my <b>realization</b> that he had lied to me, the lecturer's words continued to influence my eating habits. For example, I always thought twice before nibbling on candy.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 19:29:12 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Whine About The Swine]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[	Have you ever tried to catch a pig? Around the world, there are <b>pig catching competitions</b> (otherwise known as <b><I>society's downfall</b></i>). Idiots sign up to chase oily, muddy piglets around a pen for money. Anyone who's ever witnessed this hilarious spectacle knows that catching swine is nearly impossible. So that being said, why is it so much easier to catch Swine Flu? The H1N1 virus is spreading fear throughout the United States. And according to CNN, my college has one of the worst outbreaks of Swine Flu in the Midwest.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 16:58:00 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Husband And Wife's Hand]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[	I sang at a wedding the other day. They even paid me. I know, I know; it's great that I'm finally becoming a celebrity <i><b>(in my head)</b></i>, but at the same time, I feel a little guilty. I mean, what if I did a crappy job? I might have inadvertently ruined their marriage before it even started. Some day, the spouses may get into a huge fight over <b>diaper-changing</b> and remember the awful vocalist that started it all... "I know I told you it ain't over 'til the fat lady sings, but remember the chubby <b>homo</b> from our wedding? He's close enough."]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 00:16:36 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Enjoy Gifts Or Die Trying]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[	Christmas movies make me laugh. They always have that one cliche scene in which a bunch of children flock down the stairs to see all their new presents beneath the tree. Orchestrated with sappy music, the camera pans by the kids as they rip open box after box; revealing board games, <b>Bratz dolls</b>, and the occasional Mr. Potato Head. Parents watch adoringly, and the whole world is full of happiness. <b><I>Bleh.</i></b> I don't know about you, but my childhood Christmases never looked anything like that. In fact, they were the opposite. Instead of]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 10:07:59 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[In Short]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[	What's with our passion for abbreviations? And why the hell is <b>"abbreviations"</b> such a long-ass word? I mean, in my opinion, when talking to friends online, it seems only fair and courteous to spell out entire words. Otherwise, you're deliberately being lazy and messing with people's minds! The only time that I use chatspeak is when someone <b><i>isn't</b></i> <b>worth my time</b>. For example, if I was going to breakup with someone through a letter, it might look a little something like this (see how much you can translate):]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 23:03:11 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[My Hurricane Is A Boy!]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[	Why do Hurricanes have names? I can understand giving names to planets, <b>household pets</b>, and maybe even male genitalia, but to me, it makes no sense to give names to tropical storms. Hell, they don't name tornadoes, snowstorms, earthquakes, blizzards, or any other natural disaster... So why not just say there's a hurricane coming? That'd do it for me. In the beginning, there were only female names. My guess is that angry men did all the naming -- a bunch of losers who'd been in painful relationships and wanted to get even with]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 16:15:15 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Rant Of Biblical Proportions]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[         I'm not the most religious person in my family. I mean, I know the basics. I know that I should love my <b>neighbors</b>, and I know that I should love my <b>enemies</b> (strangely, these are the same people). But growing up, my mother always pressured me to dig deeper. She said that it'd scare the hell out of me. Considering the irony in her remark, I never took it seriously. There's only one occasion in which I encounter the Bible. And no, it's not church (that'd be too obvious). I'm talking, of course, about <b>vacations</b>.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 12:00:03 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Truth In Advertising?]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[The marketing industry has its fair share of bullshit. From <b><i>"Do-Nothing"</i></b> infomercials to self-proclaimed <b><i>"Gurus,"</i></b> businesses are always plotting to beat you up and take your <b>lunch money</b>. If people need your cash, then they clearly don't know how to get rich fast. Duh. Oh, and for the record, <b>there is no such thing as a free iPod</b>. If time is money, then 50 billion hours of online surveys is a tad bit fricken expensive. I suppose that there's some truth in advertising.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 12:37:24 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA['Pee A Little' vs 'Poop A Lot']]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[In the mood for a classy breakfast, my boyfriend and I headed to McDonalds. I know, I know. Nothing says romance like screaming kids, greasy food, and a <b>perverted clown</b> who's lovin' it. But trust me, we were having a great time. Love was in the air -- A love so strong that it almost overpowered the smell of french fries and obese children. Almost. As we ate our food, we smiled and laughed. We were having a <b><i>happy meal</i></b>. Not even the Hamburglar could have robbed us of our bliss.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 02:59:22 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[When Writers Wrote Books]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Do you remember back when books were written by journalists, poets, essayists, satirists, and other people that actually had training in <b>literary skills</b>? Gosh. It seems like the standards for publication have been lowered recently. Nowadays, many novels are written by celebrities, criminals, liars, murderers, convicted sex offenders, crooked politicians, tattle-tales, plus friends and relatives of all of the above. I mean, I just read an article about a woman from Alabama who had a crappy childhood and wanted people to know about it.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 12:37:18 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Automatic Coupon Dispensers]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[If you are anything like me (which, for your safety, I hope you're not), then you probably enjoyed <b>grocery shopping</b> as a kid. I mean, even though I was being dragged away from my Pink Power Ranger toy, all was forgiven as soon as I entered those magical self-opening doors at Kmart. And no... it was never for the "family experience." Heck, I didn't even look forward to bugging my mom for Chips Ahoy cookies (though I still did it). For me, it was all about those automatic coupon dispensers.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 12:35:41 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Hey Herb, How's It Going?]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Does talking to a plant make it grow faster? Through the years, I've seen many cartoons, sitcoms, and even <b>commercials</b> that reference this silly idea. And surprisingly, many scientists also back up the claim. Okay then. So how does it work? I mean, obviously, <b>plants</b> need carbon dioxide to grow, and when you talk to a plant, you breath on it; fulfilling this requirement. But let's be realistic... it would take hours to make a <b>difference</b>... and you'd have to be really close to the plant...]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 01:55:32 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[This Story Is Explosive]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[		Imagine that it's early in the morning, and you just woke up. It's the start of a wonderful, brand new, super, duper, <i>worthy-of-a-made-up-word-uper</i> day. The sun is <b>radiantly</b> glowing through the bedroom windows, and the outside birds are chirping with glee (the perfect ratio of chirping to where it's not annoying). You get out of bed, slide on your slippers, and head out to the driveway to get the local <b>newspaper</b>. Lo and behold, you find two <b>pipe bombs</b> in your front lawn... What do you do?]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 00:02:06 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Nineteen Years And Counting!]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[I think I might have <b>Herpes</b>... (not really... but boy, that sure as hell grabbed <i>your</i> attention). I do, however, have something strikingly similar. This "infection" typically goes <b>unnoticed</b>. In fact, I usually forget all about it, until it pops up and surprises me every year. It's unpredictable, it causes pain, and it's highly contagious. Sometimes I wish it would go away forever! I'm talking, of course, about my <b>birthday</b>. Be careful. Just from reading this, you might have one too.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 02:14:18 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[What Alienates Me?]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Some people fear heights. Some people fear death. Heck, some people fear the <b>mystery meat</b> in school cafeterias. &#8216;Nothing wrong with that. But with all of these common, &#8220;normal-people&#8221; phobias, I feel a little ostracized. <i>My</i> fear is rather odd. So now you&#8217;re probably curious. You&#8217;re thinking to yourself, &#8220;What on Earth is this thing that scares him so much?&#8221; Well, quit thinking so narrow-mindedly&#8230; My fear doesn&#8217;t come from this planet; I&#8217;m scared of <b>aliens</b>.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 13:45:40 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[The Early Bird]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<i>The early bird gets the worm.</i> -- Oh popular idiom, how I despise you. So the bird with the <b>alarm clock</b> goes farther in life, eh? I see how it is. But what about the poor birds? You know, the ones that can't afford alarm clocks. The ones that live in card-board nests. The ones on <b>bird-feed stamps</b>. The ones that fly around with banners on their tails that read "will work for alarm clock." Huh? Huh? What about them? So, I guess this means that successful people have to wake up early. Damn.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2009 00:05:19 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Fun In The Snow]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Monday, if you'd have asked me about the prospect of a snow day, I would have totally <b>laughed</b> in your face. That being said, the fact that I had three of them this week is beyond me. Never in my life have I ever been so confused about the <b>weather</b>. First off, before this all started, the temperature outside was very hot. I was not expecting cold weather; yet alone the fact that it looked like <b>Frosty the Snowman</b> had exploded in my parking lot. Second, I am not a morning person. Although it may]]></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 00:10:10 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA['If I Were A Boy' - Sung By Boys]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[The other day, my friend, Nate, and I watched a video of two girls <b>singing</b> Beyonce's "If I Were a Boy" on <b>Youtube</b>. The two girls, known as "Rin on the Rox" rocked the hell out of that song! We were so moved by what we saw, that we decided to film our own tribute to it. Below is the result of us trying to sing a song completely <b>out of our range</b>. Please don't take us seriously, because we didn't. Now, enjoy! Oh, and we <b>messed up</b> at the end. Fast-forward to it for a nice laugh.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 14:11:54 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Food Doesn't Help... It Hurts.]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Dinner was ready for at least <i>one</i> <a href="http://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/local/volusia/orl-taco1709jan17,0,104791.story" target="_blank" class=font9>family</a> in the bubbly town of Deltona, Florida. From downstairs, an angry mother screamed for her nineteen year old son to come down and eat his <b>Mexican food</b>. Preoccupied with his video game, the boy continuously ignored her. As the woman finally lost her patience, she stormed up to his room and unplugged his <b>Xbox</b>. From there, a crazy dispute unfolded that eventually led to the son in jail, accused of <b>throwing a taco</b>.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 17:38:54 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Weight Loss Solution]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Would you like to wear your new bathing suit at the beach with <b>confidence</b>? Would you like to get down to a size four for your sister's no-fatties-allowed wedding? Would you like to enjoy amusement park rides from <i>inside</i> the cars? - Well, worry no more! Weight loss can now be instant and require absolutely no effort. The newest diet revelation has finally arrived! Introducing: <b>CHAINSAW</b>. With CHAINSAW, all of your problems can be solved! The <b>procedure</b> has a high success rate and takes nearly no time!]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 05:43:51 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Put Your Smarts In The Bag]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Yesterday, two thieves <a href=http://10tv.com/live/content/local/stories/2009/01/09/story_carjacking_text.html?sid=102 target=_blank class=font9>robbed</a> a man at gunpoint in Columbus, Ohio. They got away with his car, cash, and cell phone. The crime was executed <b>brilliantly</b>, and there was no evidence left behind; these crooks were true masterminds. Hours later, however, the victim sent a text message to his stolen phone. In it, he stated that he had some hot chicks and drugs and wanted to meet up somewhere. The criminals, for some <b>dumbass</b> reason, thought he was legit and arrived at the scene. Now they're in prison.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 03:38:45 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Start Every Day]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Mother used to say that I should start every day with a smile. Well... I've been thinking about it, and that's a pretty tough task. When I normally wake up, my mouth is in more of a frowning position and usually covered in drool. Sometimes I'm also smothered in whipped cream (I'm only kidding, so please... please put your <b>spoon</b> away). If I start with a frown and then quickly change it to a smile, I am only continuing my day with a smile, rather than truly starting it.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 00:57:27 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Fat People Can't Fly!]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Ten <b>stewardesses</b> (yes, that's actually the plural form) have been fired by Air India for being "too fat to fly."According to <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/7813180.stm" target=_blank class=font9>BBC News</a>, the airline stated that the women failed to meet company weight restrictions, which are calculated according to height and age. Fighting back, the <i>stewardesseseses</i> (now I'm just having fun with the word) failed to get the policy declared unconstitutional by the Indian High Court. Talk about a <b>heavy</b> defeat! I'm absolutely appalled by the airline's decision.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 05:10:50 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Scary Sneezes]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[I've come to the conclusion that my <b>sneezes</b> cannot be heard by the human ear. I've never received a 'god bless you' in my entire life (well... not for sneezes at least... I&#8217;ve said many <i>other</i> stupid things that have warranted the lord's blessings... but... hey... wait a minute... I think I just called myself an idiot... yup... I did... now I'm sad... someone hold me to make the pain go away... and pat my head... and call me <b>Susan</b>... and uhh... whoa... awkward... yeah... I'm gonna close these parenthesis now).]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 17:30:04 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Happy New Year!]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[New Year's Eve is known as the time of new beginnings. It's a time to forget one's mistakes and instead focus on "replenishment." It's a fresh start. For example, everyone makes <b>resolutions</b>. Some people go to church and pray for renewed relationships with God. Others vow to make positive changes in their own personal lives; such as losing weight or vanquishing bad habits. Yet for some strange reason, as the clock strikes midnight, <b>people go crazy</b>, get drunk, destroy furniture, pass out on other people's beds]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 19:22:34 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Candlelight Dinners]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[You eat steak at a steak dinner. You eat turkey at a turkey dinner. What the hell do you eat at a candlelight dinner? I'm sorry, but I've recently developed a hatred for candlelight dinners. They're on my list of <b>stupid things</b> (along with dancing Santas and fanny-packs). You see, normally I'm more romantic than every walk on the beach combined (shut the hell up), but something about these "glistening" dinners totally <b>irks</b> me. Candlelight dinners were created by ugly people.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 02:46:22 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Live Life In Your Pants]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[So you peed your pants. What's the big deal? Everyone has to potty <b>eventually</b>. It's a completely natural process. There's no avoiding it... I mean, the choice is simple: either take the tinkle or attempt to hold it in. (I tried the latter once... Don't use duct tape). I'm serious, though... holding it in is <b>bad</b>. I heard once from Animal Planet that you could get really bloated and rapidly grow into like a giant milk carton of urine (a urine carton?) that loudly and painfully leads to your body exploding into millions]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 00:00:11 -0500</pubDate>
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